Betrayed By My Two Possessive Warrior Wolves

Ariel's POV

Today was a very sad day for me.

It was the anniversary of my father’s death.

After showering, I grabbed my plain, black dress and pulled it on.

I was going to go out to visit his grave to pay my respects and place some new flowers on his grave.

I grabbed my black purse and the bouquet of flowers that I had bought the day before then walked out of my room.

As I passed my cousin, Demi Johnson’s room on the second floor, the door opened and she walked out.

“Where do you think you're going, Ariel Johnson?” Demi asked me in an obnoxious tone of voice.

I stopped and turned around as I answered her, “Today is the anniversary of my father's death, so I'm going out to visit his grave to say some prayers to him.”

“But today is my birthday and I'm having a party. You have to attend my birthday party!” She insisted as she stomped her foot like a little child.

“I’m sorry, Demi, but I can't attend your birthday party.” I replied and then turned around to walk away, but she quickly stretched her hand out in front of me, blocking my way.

Her eyes flashed amber, showing that her wolf was on the surface as she growled at me, “I said, ‘you have to attend my birthday party’ and you will!”

My eyes glowed amber too as my wolf rose to the surface and I growled back at her, “No, I won't!”

I was a powerful she-wolf who was a warrior in our pack and I didn't like being challenged. If she wanted to fight, I would give her a fight!

Moreover, I was stronger than her since my father was Alpha, but because I was a she-wolf, I couldn't take on the title of Alpha, so it was passed to my father's close friend, Alpha Ryan.

Presently, Demi’s ears perked up as she heard the sound of people.

Suddenly, she fell down and rolled down the stairs to the first floor.

I rushed down the stairs to see that she had drawn the attention of our two male friends, Morgan Andrews and Nate Hawkins.

Demi cried crocodile tears as she held her injured arm and asked me, “How can you push me, Ariel?”

“What? I didn't! I was just -” I tried to defend myself, but Morgan interrupted me.

“How can you do this to your own flesh and blood?!”

Nate nodded as he blamed me too, “You shouldn't have pushed her! Now, you've gotten her injured!”

“You've really changed, Ariel!” Morgan exclaimed as his brows raised in surprise.

Nate nodded with a frown on his brows as he added, “And you didn't change for the better, you changed for the worse!”

Morgan and Nate each grabbed Demi's arm and helped her up.

Morgan wiped her tears away as he said in a comforting voice, “Don't worry, you'll heal soon enough.”

“But will I heal fast enough?” She asked as a pitiful expression appeared on her face.

“She's right, Morgan. We need to get her to the pack hospital.” Nate said as he continued delicately holding Demi's arm.

“Yeah, you're right. Let's go.” Morgan replied as he held Demi's other arm again.

They rushed to take Demi to the pack hospital and I realized that they had completely forgotten that today was the anniversary of my father’s death.

Just then, my cell phone vibrated. It was my mother calling.

I picked up the call, “Hey, Mom!”

“Hey, honey. How are you?” She asked, sounding pleased to be talking with me.

“I'm good, Mom. What about you?” I asked her.

She coughed as she answered me, “Not so good. I've been admitted into our pack hospital ‘cause I'm sick.”

My heart clenched with worry and I rushed out, “What kind of illness is it? What did the doctor say? Are you going to be alright?”

She chuckled lightly and replied, “Calm down. I'm going to be just fine. The doctor said that I have leukemia and that I don't have very long to live.”

I gasped as tears brimmed in my eyes, but I blinked them back. I couldn't let myself break down, I had to be strong for my mother.

So I drew in a deep breath and let it out to calm myself down. My voice was steady as I replied, “Oh my God, Mom! I'm so sorry that this is happening to you. I wish it would just go away!”

“Don't worry about me, Ariel. Like I said, I'm going to be fine.” My mother comforted me and I felt better about the situation.

She was really wonderful. She was the one that had a terminal illness, yet she was comforting me.

“Can you visit me as soon as possible?” She asked as her voice sounded weaker.

“Yeah, of course.” I answered her in a soft voice.

“I want to see you get married before I pass away, so I've arranged a date for you.” My mother said, surprising me.

I didn't know what to say for a while as I thought about her words.

After a moment, I replied, “Alright, Mom.”

I remembered when my father had entrusted me to the care of the Andrews and Hawkins families after my mother left.

It was a sunny day when my father took me to the Andrews and Hawkins house where he had said, “My wife has left us and my daughter needs someone to take care of her, but I'm too busy with work.”

“You don't need to worry about anything. We'll take good care of Ariel!” Morgan had said to my father.

“Yes, we will!” Nate added as he grinned at us.

I felt welcomed and soon warmed up to them.

The Andrews and Hawkins families were among the families with the strongest werewolf bloodline which made them very powerful, and they were also strong warriors in our pack.

Due to my congenital heart condition, Morgan and Nate always took good care of me.

There was a time when a girl at school, Brittany, mocked me for not having a mother by saying, “You wouldn't know how sleepovers work since you don't have a mother to tell you how it works, so I can't invite you to my sleepover tonight.”

Morgan was quick to defend me as he growled at her, “At least she knows how math works unlike you!”

Nate growled at her too as he added, “And she wouldn't want to go to your sleepover anyway since you're an airhead!”

I felt delighted and thanked them for standing up for me.

As we grew older, Morgan became a lawyer and Nate became a doctor.

Nate became a doctor because he wanted to perform surgery on me someday and cure me of my heart condition.

However, after my father's death, Demi appeared and everything changed.

I walked out of the house and took a taxi to the graveyard.

As I entered the graveyard, I rushed to my father's grave and placed a bouquet of flowers on top of his grave.

“May you keep resting in peace.” I said my prayers then added, “Goodbye, father.”

I have decided to leave this painful place and let the three of them be.

I pulled out my phone and set a countdown for my own departure.