My Name
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1 continue to walk beside him, and my mind turns over everything I’ve seen, and everything I now understand Xander has a pack, he’s not denying that to me. It’s a real one, and he’s not saying he’s a rogue to me either, he’s been honest, he’s the alpha He built this, or maybe he took over it, but he has set his rufes, he commands this place. What I don’t get is why no one outside here knows?
Everyone comes from somewhere, and that’s what doesn’t make sense. I look toward him, watching the way that he moves. He is calm, powerful, and completely in control. He is clearly a man who thrives in leadership, who has wolves who respect him and follow him. He has wolves who have built their entire lives around his existence and his laws. Yet, to the rest of the world, he never belonged to a pack He made sure that fact got spread
Taking one deep breath, I prepare myself to speak. “It’s not just the fact that people think you’re a rogue that confuses me I admit, my voice quieter now and almost careful. “You’ve made them believe that you’ve never been part of a pack.”
He doesn’t slow, he continues to walk, but I sense the shift in his posture, the way that his shoulders tense just slightly. It’s subtle, but it’s there.
“Even rogues have pasts, Xander. They have packs they left, families they abandoned or were rejected from. They had lands they were exiled from or chose to leave. But you-“I look at him again, searching his expression. “You don’t have any history To those outside this place, you have no past, no origins, no ties to anyone or anywhere. Why?”
His jaw suddenly tightens, and I wonder if I pushed too deep. His eyes flick to me, and this time, there is something behind them, something cold and guarded.
“You ask a lot of questions,” he murmurs, his tone unreadable, and I realise I’ve pushed.
The fact is, if I’m expected to live here, I at least need to know the basics. I need to understand at least some of this.” Because nothing about this makes sense,” I press. “You don’t just exist out of nowhere. Wolves talk. They whisper. They spread stories about every alpha who’s ever held power. But no one knows where you came from, and no one knows who you were before you became the monster that they fear.”
He exhales slowly, it isn’t a sound of frustration, it’s almost calculated. He’s figuring out what version to tell me. It’s ironic that he calls me a liar and has not told me the truth once.
“The less people who know about me, the easier it is to do what I need to do,” he says, his voice is steady. “If no one can trace who I am and where I came from, they can’t predict what I’ll do next.”
Frowning I look at him. “But why hide everything?” I ask. “Why make it seem like you never belonged anywhere?” How could he disrespect his pack like that?
His lips curl, it’s not amusement though, it’s something else. Something that is far more dangerous. “Because the moment someone figures out where I came from,” he says smoothly, “they’ll realize exactly what my next move is and know exactly what I’m going to take back.”
A chill runs down my spine. Take back? Does that mean he lost something, and is this his way of getting it back? Acting like a rogue? He isn’t hiding his past for protection but because he plans to use it.
He doesn’t elaborate or explain what he’s planning to take back. He doesn’t say what the world knowing his past would mean or how it would be different. Instead, he watches me for a moment longer, his eyes sharp and assessing before he shifts the conversation entirely, as if giving me more information isn’t needed.
“Finding a place for you in this pack should be easy,” he says, his tone has gone lighter now. It’s as if he didn’t just say all that to me before, like whatever he was holding back isn’t still there beneath the surface. “You already have useful skills. You know how to plan and throw events, and you understand travel logistics. “You’re also familiar with a lot of other packs as well,”
I blink slightly, completely caught off guard by the sudden change in subject and the fact that he thinks I know those things. I don’t know them. At all.“What?”
He continues to walk, moving through the houses with the same effortless confidence, nodding occasionally to the passing wolves. “You were your father’s spokesperson, weren’t you? You handled negotiations, organized parties, and ensured that your pack maintained its reputation. All of that has made you useful here, even if it’s a different pack. It’s still useful,”
I stare at him as a hollow feeling spreads through my chest (cmot my father’s spokesperson, not at all. “I don’t know how to do those things,” I say while shaking m Successfully unlocked!
Xander suddenly stops and turns slightly so that he can look at me. His brow raises as though he was expecting a different answer. “You traveled between packs for years, and you handled diplomacy and such appearances for your father. You planned social events and managed the relationships between alphas. You’re telling me you don’t know how to do that here?”
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My Name
Xander stops, turning slightly to look at me, his brow raising as though he’s expecting a different answer. “You traveled between packs for years, handling diplomacy and appearances for your father. You planned social events and managed relationships between Alphas. You’re telling me you don’t know how to do that?”
Swallowing hard, I force my voice to stay level. “I didn’t do any of that.” Why would he think I did that?
“You honestly expect me to believe that?” His gaze sharpens.
I hold his stare, refusing to waver, but my hands tighten slightly. I don’t know how to explain that everything he believes about me is a lie. I was never my father’s prized asset and certainly never a perfect political figure.
I wasn’t trained in diplomacy, and I was never given power or trusted with it, I was used.
Keeping my voice level, I speak. “I’ve no idea why you believe I can do those things.”
“Your father’s pack may not be powerful or big, but it had enough standing. I’ve heard stories of his perfect daughter. throwing lavish parties. Of his daughter travelling with him and without him to seal deals at other packs.”
Jasmine. I laugh because what the hell else am I meant to do? Jasmine is my age and my father’s claim, someone who I thought was there for him, for the pleasure. He honestly had her acting like me to others? He looks at me, waiting, and I don’t know what to say. He will think I’m lying.
Why? That is what I don’t understand. Why use my name? Why have Jasmine act like the daughter of the pack in these deals instead of using his real daughter?
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