Thor POV
My first instinct was to hurt her, really bad. After all, she was a member of the white fang pack. But I couldn't do it… I could not bring myself to harm her the way I wanted to, just as I cowered back in the cell.
The pain in my palm grew intense as she continued to chew in my skin like some wild pup, and I had to yank my hand away from her lips.
Wiping my blood off her mouth, her yellow eyes sparkled with anger, and she mumbled, "Is this how you thank someone for taking you out of a shithole!"
The way she spoke with so much arrogance and force made me feel a childish wash of anger overwhelm me, and yet, I said nothing and simply stared at her.
"I have no intention of hurting or killing you! All I want to do is talk! If I had had other motives other than that, I wouldn't have walked into that cell this morning." She mumbled, hardening her face as her eyes shifted back to normal.
Although I hated to admit it, she was right. After years of being in captivity, she was the first person to walk into that dungeon and look at me as a being and not some piece of trash.
"Can you get off me? This position is uncomfortable." She mumbled, her gaze glued to mine.
Feeling hesitant, I drew from on top of her and watched her sit up before asking, "Who are you?"
"Luna…" She mumbled, pausing as she pulled her gaze off me and looked down at the sheet.
"What?"
"I don't think telling you my identity after what happened just now is a smart choice."
"Why?"
Her body language gave it away that she was troubled. Yet, I need to know the truth because after years of being in that filthy place, so much has changed. But the only thing I cared about was Hatzis because that bastard and I have a score to settle.
"You said that you came here to talk, you got my full attention now. So, talk or get out!" I told her.
Raising her gaze to meet my eyes, she scowled and then huffed, lowering her head.
"I am Iris… Iris Doukas, the niece of Hatzis Doukas." She mumbled beneath her breath. "My uncle died a month ago, and I am now the Luna of the White Fang pack."
Staring intensely at her, I quivered with frustration, realizing that she shared the same bloodline as that traitor and just how long I have been caged in this place.
Before the feast, Hatzis had no niece, and since that night was the last time I got the taste of freedom, seeing how grown Iris is made me realize how pathetic I have lived for so long.
All this time, I believe that I will have my pound of Hatzis' flesh, but he dared to die and leave his niece to take his place on my list!
A feeling of trembling rage shot through me when she raised her head and met my eyes, and I squeezed my fist tightly, fighting against my anger.
Suddenly, fear flickered in Iris's eyes, and she tried to rush out of the bed. But I grabbed her by her waist, lifted her in the air, and slammed her on the bed, pressing her down by her neck.
"Urgh!" A cry rolled off her tongue.
As she struggled, I watched her face turn red while drowning in my hate for Hatzis, imagining that it was his neck my hand was around.
Fighting to break free from my grip, she raised her foot to hit me in the balls, but I grabbed her kneecap and spread her leg open, pressing it down on the bed.
"My Luna, are you in there?" A female voice suddenly echoed into the room.
Picking up her scent, I recognized that she was a gamma with a strong aroma, and I knew that I couldn't fight her in my current state. Also, if I did, it would be the death of me, and I didn't hold on for all those brutal years just to die now.
"My Luna, if you don't answer me, I am sorry, but I will have to disobey your order and come inside to make sure everything is fine." The gamma said, and I loosen my fingers from around Iris' neck.
The silence in the room dragged on for a while. Then when the doorknob turned, Iris finally shouted, "I'm fine, Rona! Go back to your quarter!"
It fell quiet for a moment. Then Rona said, "But my Luna, you have been in there for quite a while and…"
"It's a command! I am fine and will see you in the morning." Iris calmly uttered, her eyes on mine.
After Rona's scent faded from in the west wing, I felt reluctant as I took a long look at Iris and then muttered, "Why would you still trust being alone with me after I attempt to murder you two times?"
"I told you, I don't have any ambition of killing you, and I promise not to harm you in the future. All I want is peace." Iris mumbled, her eyes calm and steady. "Also, I know you won't hurt me because you feel what I feel."
It was at this moment that I knew for sure that Iris was my mate. The uncertainty of her not sensing the burning sensation of the bond that I felt with her kept me in denial. But now that she had admitted it, it felt natural.
Arrogant and wild, is this who I was bound to and supposed to spend my life with? Not to talk about the fact that she was from the White Fang pack and their Luna.
Frustrated, I withdrew from over Iris and dropped beside her on the bed, not knowing what to make of whatever this situation was.
"My uncle is dead, I am left with the burden of running the pack, and war is rising just a month after my leadership," Iris whispered in a broken tone.
Looking to the left, I met her gaze, and she mumbled, "Your pack is the one bringing the war because my uncle is dead, and I am a leader they don't fear."
The loyalty of my people was one thing that kept me fighting for survival in that cell, and it feels good to know that they are still loyal.
"I don't want a war, but members of the Storm Riders Pack don't regard me. But they respect you. So this can go either way, I can ally with another pack and go to battle with your people…"
The was a brief pause as she stared solely in my eyes, biting on her lip, and then mumbled, "Or we can form an alliance and put a stop to the war."
The silence in the room grew louder as Iris and I lay still by each other without speaking. The words that she said kept replaying in my head, and I can't help but smirk at the thought of them.Alliance, what a beautiful word, a perfect proclamation that led me here on an unfortunate day.My entire childhood has been about leading my pack to greatness, and that was my only reason for existing, conquering other packs' territories, and bathing the ground with their blood afterward.After conquering so many lands before the age of eighteen, I realized that the White Fang Pack was better as allies than foes, so I did the dumbest thing and trust Hatzis' word that unity between both packs was something that he also wanted.
The morning light caused me to squeeze my eyelids before raising them, staring at Iris deep in sleep.How she could be so trusting with me and fall soundly asleep in the arms of her enemy, puzzled me to a great extent.Last night, I couldn't find any sleep. My thoughts wouldn't let me. After nineteen years in captivity, I didn't expect my first night of some kind of peace to be spent holding Hatzis's niece in my arms.Gently, I pulled my hand from underneath Iris, and she suddenly raised her lashes, staring calmly at me.Then she sat up and smiled, but I kept frowning, wondering how the heck Hatzis raised her for her to be so cheerful."Good morning, Thor,"
Iris POVMy first kiss, I was about to lose it, and yet, I couldn't pull back. My body felt stiff and hot as Thor's lips got closer to mine.It was just yesterday, I didn't want to walk into that cell and see his face, look into his cold, dark eyes.But now, I was staring into them as his mouth rested on mine, his hand stroking down my back until it reached my waist.Pulling me closer, Thor had me tightly in his grip, giving me no chance to breathe as he claimed my lips, making me moan sounds that felt embarrassing to hear, and yet it was turning me on, giving rise to my yearning for more of him.My eyelids shut closed as I clutched onto the pillow, f
Thor POV The taste of Iris and the softness of her desirable lips were imprinted in my mind, and I felt guilty for wanting to protect and love her because it was a sign of betrayal to my pack. I felt apologetic to my people that I am weak and desperate for her. The craving of my wolf to be with Iris was becoming hard to suppress, and although I detest her pack, I want to keep her safe because she is the only part of this place that I don't hate. Could I have both, revenge and her? It was… I know it's possible. But will Iris still be the same and her beautiful soul perfectly intact? A wolf can only hope. After all, I have left my mark on her tongue. There's no telling how much damage that much has done to her
Iris POVIt's like fate is against my hope for peace, and it's hell-bent on ruining plans to earn Thor's trust.Considering the meeting that I just had with Elder Elder Lykaios and now this, I feel drained and annoyed all of sudden."Get the chain off him!" I command, striving not to lose myself to my anger."Yes, my Luna!" A guard hastily said as he rushed over to Thor.My heart ached when he unlocked the chains and I saw the burn marks on Thor's wrists. It looked so painful. I could only imagine the anguish that he must be in."Whose fault is this?!" I shouted, clutching my fist tight as I gaze a
Thor PovHer eyes bore reluctance in them as Iris slowly drew her hand out of my grip and rested it on her lap, darting her eyes away from me.Her body language gave it away that she was nervous. But I didn't mind because I wanted her to come to me willingly… I desire for her to tell me with her lips that she wanted this… she wanted me, not just for the sake of peace."Do I get to know why you were crying after leaving this room?" I asked.Eyeing me, Iris's eyes grew dark with sadness, and she lowered her head before whispering, "Just because… Just because…It's a habit I developed after uncle Hatzis's past." "How old are you?" I whispered, realizing the look she had.Raising her gaze, she gave a weak smile, and mumbled, "Eighteen years, three months, and five days old."So young, and yet, so much pressure upon her. It reminds me of my young self. The only difference is that I was raised for such a task, and she looks like she is crumbling slowly fro
Iris POVI haven't agreed yet, and still, I am in captivity. My mind has been imprisoned by Thor, making me unable to close my eyes without being haunted by his enticing whispers in my head.It has been a couple of days, and my dreams are all fantasy about him. Sometimes, I am afraid to look Thor in his eyes, believing that my thirst for him will be seen in my eyes.But since that day that I left his room, turning his offer down to serve me, he has been distant, keeping to himself, in his room most of the days.I hardly see him, and when I get the chance to, he simply smiles, not saying much, which left me with thoughts about him, and now, I realized why my dreams are about him.None of the elders has visited or spoken to me since I released Thor, and I think their silence is a way of protesting against his release.The pressure to do the right thing is becoming too much of a burden to think about, and today, I feel too drained to get out of bed. So, I g
My heart was still pounding as I walked into the great hall, marching gracefully to the table, even though my brain was elsewhere.How was I supposed to sit and have a stable conversation with these Alphas after what happened between Thor and me and how he just left without uttering a word.After arriving at the head of the table, I stroked my palm against my dress, striving to calm myself down before taking a seat.The Alpha on my right side was ornate, and his spicy aroma was appealing. When our eyes met, he winked at me, and I kept a straight face, darting my gaze on the Alpha on the left.His casual clothes made him appear more approachable, and his smile was gentle."The rumors had underestimated how striking the mere sight of you is! I must say, Luna Iris, you stole the very air out of my lung the moment that I rested my sight on you." The Alpha on the right abruptly uttered.A yawn tried to escape from my lips, b