**The alpha''s eldest son P.O.V

    I sigh heavily removing myself from my bed; sitting up.

    Staring at the white walls of my room; covered with claws made by me. My room or a cell I should say was made without windows. Preventing me from escaping. My father made it that way, so I won''t hurt anyone. My wolf was far greater than my human form and could not be controlled. Staying here was the only way I could protect my loved ones and myself from hurting anyone.

    I hated that I had to be locked away within this room, but I had no choice, but to. I was lonely and too my wolf, but how could I free myself from this cell when I can''t control my wolf. It was too aggressive and only wanted to kill or create chaos..

    I lower my head staring at the tiles all smashed up by the beast inside wondering if I will ever find love or will be able to love without hurting my mate.

    I got up from my bed, sadly walking over to the clawed up walls created by my angry beast touching it.

    I remember when I was 7 I could not wait to become the alpha of my pack and to turn 18 in finding my one true mate, but instead, something happens. Something terrible; that caused my father to create this place specially for me; away from everyone.

    My family would sometimes visit me, but they couldn''t stay that long for we never knew when my wolf would behave aggressively again.

    I turned around; the minute I heard my door open; knowing who it was.

    It was my mom, Everdeen.

    She was would visit me more often than the others, worried about me. I guess it was a mother thing.

    The door pushed open; while she stood behind it peeking at the side. It hurts me every time seeing my mom visiting me in such a way, but she had to do so. She had to do it by shutting the door quickly if I was not myself. So she had to peek first to see I was within my human form and to see it was safe to enter.

    "Mom," I called her; while I tried very hard to hide my sadness with a smile.

    "Christian," she called me; while she removed herself from behind the door; now entering my room.

    She smiled at me, but in her eyes. I saw only sadness.

    "You look beautiful," I described her as always. Within her 40''s she indeed was a beautiful blonde luna.

    I continue to smile while I examine her outfit. My mom was very tall. She is 6 ft and 2 inches. Her body weight is perfect and her brown eyes were beautiful.

    "What did I deserve to see my beautiful mom, all dressed up for me," I described her.

    She smiled while she held on to her beautiful long white dress.

    I enjoyed complimenting my mom; she deserved it.

    I watched her as she went over to my bed and sat.

    She breathes heavily.

    "Is everything alright?" I inquired her; knowing something was not right.

    "Everything is fine," she told me.

    "Are you sure, I again inquired her? Is dad treating you fine,"

    I saw her lower her head while tears streak down her chin.

    I felt my hand tighten.

    "What did he do?!" I asked her angrily.

    "Nothing," she said; while she hid her face in the palm of her hands.

    "Then why are you crying ma?" I asked her worriedly.

    She got up wiping her tears away.

    "It saddens me to see you locked up in here, for years," she said while sobbed.

    I hated seeing my mom cry and held her in my arms.

    "I know, I tell her. I''m trying very hard to control my wolf and for these past days. I think I''m able to control it sometimes," I lied to her; not wanting to see her cry anymore.

    As I held her in my arms; she raised her head staring into my dark charcoal eyes and touches my long black hair down to my waist in where it stops. When I was 18 I used to cut my hair, but I had stopped; not having any interest in doing so anymore.

    She smiles happily hearing what I said. I too smiled at her; hating what I told her. A lie. I didn’t want her to feel sad anymore and so I had to do it.

    She pushed herself from my body touching my hard muscular chest.

    I was very muscular; much more than my father; the alpha.

    "Francine made a delicious meal for dinner, can I allow her to bring you some," she said.

    Hating to turn down her offer.

    "Yes," I answered her.

    She smiled happily; exiting my room. Closing it behind her.

    I watched her.

    "Bang, Bang," I heard a knock at my door.

    "That''s was fast," I said as I saw it open; even though I was locked in from the outside my family and the maid would knock; allowing me to know they were coming in.

    I went over to my bed to sit; waiting on my mom to enter the room; but it wasn''t her it was Francine, instead of her. Father must call her to do something urgently; I thought. For I knew she would be in here with me now; sitting beside me and watching me eating this meal; asking me if it was delicious or not.

    I stared within Francine''s hand seeing a silver stray covered with food. A glass full of water, juice, steak, greens, and mash potatoes. The food was delicious, but there was a strange scent that was much stronger than the delicious meal she carried; the scent was much more powerful. I could feel my wolf within me wanting to howled out loudly; I''d never felt such a feeling before.

    I got up from my bed; taking the food form her.

    She left immediately.

    I held the bowl in my hand smelling the scent. Where does this scent come from; I wondered. It was not Francine nor anyone within this house. I knew.

    The scent was new; a scent I have never smelled before.

    My wolf enjoyed the scent; my wolf felt calmed. It was as if I found my missing piece. I sat on the floor laying on my back continuing to hold the bowl to my nose; feeling so peaceful inside.

    I had to find where this scent comes from. The scent made my wolf didn''t feel angry anymore.

    Where did this scent come from?