Lily’s POV
I couldn’t believe what I had done. I held my breath as I expected Gunner to force himself forward and kill me. Samantha was as important to him as Zola was. But after taking a dozen deep breaths, I looked at Axel and internally grinned.
That’s when I knew for sure Axel didn’t want her. My plan worked. He was choosing me over her. This was my chance. My chance to become Luna was within reach. All I have to do is get rid of Samantha once and for all.
“She’s our Luna. Don’t you dare harm her,” my wolf Fran snarled at me.
“No, she’s not. Axel doesn’t want her and Gunner hasn’t marked her.” This shuts Fran up. She knows I’m right.
“She’s our friend,” Fran counters.
“No, she’s competition. I’m the one who deserves to be Luna.” I retorted. Because that is what Samantha is. She is the one thing stopping me from becoming the most powerful woman in the Shadow Pack. At that moment, I knew how far I was prepared to go to fulfill my dream.
“Get into town and do your job, Axel. I have a plan and will take care of everything.” I instruct Axel, as my mind formulates a plan. “Wait for my mindlink before you return.” Axel looks confused and then tells me what he had told Gunner when Samantha tried to reject him. “Perfect. I have a plan,” I told him before I kissed him.
Once Axel left, I looked down at Samantha. Even in her sports bra and shorts, she has the body of a child, not a woman. I lifted the skirt of the dress and put my bare foot over her mouth, causing her lips to press against my foot with every breath she took. “Axel deserves a woman. Someone who will please him. He deserves me.” I said proudly. I grabbed Samantha’s arms and dragged her towards the kitchen.
Everyone in the pack knows that beneath the packhouse, there is a room where the Alpha takes captive rogues for interrogation. A room accessible from behind the packhouse and only accessible with a key that the Alpha has. When I was young, I watched Alpha Drake drag many a rogue through that large metal soundproof door. “Once they go in, they never come out. It has a built-in furnace.” My dad once told me when I asked what happened to the rogues once Alpha Drake had finished with them.
But few people know there is an internal entrance. It’s hidden inside a pantry in the packhouse kitchen. I only know that as I found it by chance when I was looking for some chocolate spread. I planned to spread it on myself for Axel to lick off. Axel found me trying the door and told me he even told me where the key was.
I dropped Samantha’s arms and went to retrieve the key. With the key in hand, I unlocked and used my shoulder to shove open the heavily reinforced door. A musty scent wafted out of the darkness. “I guess no one has been down there in a while. Not until now,” I said, smirking to myself and looking at Samantha. I picked her up by her hair and the waistband of her shorts and threw her into the darkness. Not caring where she landed. A loud thud told me her body had landed. I was about to take the first step inside when I realized I was still wearing Samantha’s ceremonial dress. I needed to keep the dress clean, as that was part of my plan. I locked the door and rushed upstairs to change. If Samantha woke, she wouldn’t know where she was, and that there was no escape. “You’re not going to kill Samantha, are you?” Fran questioned me.
I scoffed at Fran’s question. “She stands between Axel and me being together.” I paused, hoping she understood my answer. She went to defend Samantha, but time is of the essence and I don’t want her guilt to prevent me from delaying me.
On my way through the kitchen, I pulled out a butcher’s cleaver from the knife block. In case she woke up and attacked me. I am not sure Fran would harm her.
As I opened the door, I couldn’t hear anything, and when I pulled the dangling light cord, it illuminated the room. I could see Samantha lying at the bottom, sprawled on the ground where she landed.
As I descended the wooden steps, I looked around the interrogation room. A huge wooden chair with a headrest and restraints for the arms and legs was the first thing to catch my eye. After a few more steps, I could see a barred cell in the corner of the room. Opposite the cell sat the massive metal furnace I had heard about. I got a sudden chill when I thought about what had happened in that room. Then I looked at Samantha. She wasn’t a rogue. But she needed to disappear.
I placed the cleaver on the bottom step, grabbed Samantha by her arms, and dragged her toward the cell. Inside there were chains attached to the wall, which I fastened around her wrists. I pulled her head back by her hair. “You’re going nowhere. Not now, not ever,” I snarled at her with a smile on my face. Just in case she could hear me.
I went to investigate what was in the cupboards around the room. The first one had a facemask and a pair of gloves threaded through the handles. I disregarded them and pulled open the doors to see dozens of bottles and vials. Reading the labels: hydrochloric acid, sulfuric acid, arsenic, lye, lime, and ammonia! I was freaked out, as these could cause some serious harm to someone. But then I remembered what this room was used for. There was a drawer with a skull and crossbones on it. That must be where they store the powerful stuff. I opened the drawer a little. “Close it,” Fran screamed as she forced her way into my consciousness. “I can smell wolfsbane,” she told me, panicking.
At first, I was shocked that Alpha Drake or Axel would go to such extreme measures to gain information. But it was only to be used on rogues, which made me feel better. I closed the doors and moved onto the second cupboard.
A large, second cupboard had a pair of leather gloves over the handle. Pulling open the doors, I found a selection of knives of various shapes and sizes. They all looked well-maintained. Wondering how sharp they were, I reached out and touched the smallest one, only to slice my finger. I immediately shoved it into my mouth. Fran would no doubt heal me immediately. But after a few seconds, my finger still stung. “What the hell Fran?”
“I can’t heal it. The knife has to be made of silver.” My jaw dropped when I figured all the shiny blades must be made of pure silver. That’s why there are leather gloves on the door. They are to protect the user.
I was about to go to the third cupboard. “What’s going on?” Samantha sobbed. I didn’t look at her as Imay have done in the past. Instead, I walked over to the first cupboard, putting on the facemask and gloves. I pulled open the drawer with the skull and crossbones on it. My fingers touched a vial, which I pulled out. You can do this, Lily, I told myself as I walked toward the cell.
“Why are you doing this?” Samantha cried.
No doubt Zola can smell wolfsbane. “You have something that belongs to me. I want you out of the way,” I snarled as I got closer.
Samantha kicked out. “I took nothing that wasn’t mine.” She protested. Without removing the facemask and gloves, I went and grabbed a knife. This time when Samantha kicked out. I grabbed her foot and sliced her bare calf. It’s a good job this room was soundproof, otherwise, her screams would have been heard by someone.
As she screamed, I rushed towards her, grabbed her jaw, and poured the entire vial of wolfsbane into her mouth. I wasn’t sure how much would be needed to make Zola dormant. But if Samantha got killed in the process, it would do me a favor.
I walked upstairs, pulling the light cord. Knocking off the lights and leaving Samantha hurt and alone in the dark. Knowing she was going to die alone down there.
I quickly showered and changed again as I was about to alert the pack of Samantha’s disappearance. I didn’t want her scent on me. When I was ready, I looked in the mirror. “Show time,” I told my reflection. “Has anyone seen Samantha? She was at the packhouse and was upset. Now I can’t find her. Alpha, I think she has run away.” I mindlinked the entire pack. Before I went outside, and forced myself to cry. I had to convince everyone that my best friend had disappeared.
Sam’s POV “I can’t believe how you two girls are talking to one another. You used to be such good friends,” Drake said, stepping forward. Lily smiled as she believed it was I who was being scolded. Zola was right, I wasn’t the Samantha everyone once knew—the kind, sweet girl who was eager to please and willing to forgive. I am Sam, an independent and headstrong survivor. I do not answer these people, nor should I be afraid of them. I embraced my inner Sasha, the smart-mouthed woman with whom I have been spending time, a woman who is not afraid to say what is on her mind. “It’s hard to be friends with someone who would stab you in the back to get into your mate’s pants. There is one slut in this vicinity, and I am looking right at her.” I said loudly enough for everyone to hear. Gasps and snickers filled the air, and my calling her out horrified Lily. Drake looked confused by my words, then he had a shocked expression on his face. He puffed as he glared at Lily. He then straighten
Sam’s POV When Xavier told me of the lies Axel had told everyone, I felt sick. It hurt that people believed them. He spun a tale where Garth and I were the villains, and he was the innocent victim of betrayal. That will be why no one questioned why Gunner killed Garth so quickly.Knowing Axel was still after me made me angry; then again, everything about the man’s actions made me angry. I doubt Axel would attempt anything, not while I am here representing the Alpha King. Not while I’m under the protection of Reagan, Phillip, and Xavier. It was Lily I had more concerns about. She was cunning and manipulative, capable of anything. Even murder.After I climbed out of the car, butterflies flew frantically in my stomach. I grabbed Reagan’s hand; a little moral support wouldn’t go amiss.“So far, so good,” I told Zola. Who was as anxious as I was. As we approached the packhouse, the double doors flew open and a group of young girls scurried outside, giggling. I recognized a few of them fro
Reagan’s POV As we approached the Shadow Pack. I could hear Sam grinding her teeth. “I think I’m going to throw up,” she whispered. “You’re not here alone, Sam,” Phillip said reassuringly. “Just keep thinking about why you’re here,” I said as I looked at the gates as we approached them. As Phillip brought the car to a halt, he rolled down the window. A young guard approached, while some older men stood to his flank. “We’re here on behalf of the Alpha King. “Your Beta, or head warrior, needs to guide us to your Alpha,” Phillip stated firmly. The boy looked at me before his eyes glazed over. “Someone is on their way,” he told us. Phillip rolled up his window as we waited. I looked at Sam, who had her eyes closed and was breathing hard. Given the circumstances, she was doing so well. Phillip rolled the car forward, so we were just inside the pack. A sob from the back seat made me look at Sam. I can’t take this anymore. It is too much for her. We needed to leave. I would return wit
Reagan’s POV As we planned on traveling further than we intended to. We all felt it would be best to stay in a hotel and arrive at the Shadow Pack in the morning. Sam was nervous as hell as we checked in, frequently questioning if she was doing the right thing. Until recently, she was still having nightmares about what they did to her. So I didn’t answer her because I think she is crazy for wanting to go back, no matter the reason. I’m concerned that going back and seeing them will unleash a flood of terrible memories. But on the other hand, Sam will have a first-row seat to their murder, and after tomorrow, she will know that they can never hurt her again. To calm Sam, the three of us decided to let our wolves go for a run. This would be the first time Callan would partake in a group run since becoming an amputee. After nightfall, we drove miles from everywhere to a wooded area. I watched Sam and Phillip shift before I removed my clothes. Callan’s nerves grew as I removed my cl
Reagan’s POV Although we were traveling in a luxury car, the journey was so long. Not because Phillip was driving slowly. But because of the silence. I had never known Sam to be so quiet for so long. Every time I looked at her, she looked deep in thought.Whenever I asked her if she was okay, she brushed me off, telling me she was thinking about Frank and how, if she hadn’t bothered. No one else would have. The thought saddened me, as everyone deserves to be remembered. “The funeral director has Frank’s service file. It may contain a picture. You could put it in a frame in your new home,” I suggested to Sam. I don’t think Caspian would mind considering his office is full of pictures of our ancestors. I began to think about who would remember me after I was gone. When Caspian thought I was dead, he still remembered me. Then I had a sad thought. What if the people who tried to kill me then went after Caspian? Sure, we would have been remembered as the Alpha Kings, and our names woul
Sam’s POV It was three days until Frank’s funeral and only five days until the full moon. Five days until I will be marked. I still have my apprehensions, but Zola didn’t. She felt Caspian was my true mate, but to find him, something dramatic had to happen. Whereas I think it’s the goddess trying to make amends.Reagan and I planned on travelling to South View after the funeral, so that I could share my news with Ellie. I didn’t know how she would take it, as I still hadn’t told her about Caspian. I was hoping she would come back with us as Ellie will want to meet Capsian. The main concern I have is that she’s not a social person. But then again, she hasn’t been around many wolves. What if they insult her? She’s likely to kill someone with that power of hers. But that is a worry for another day.But what would happen afterward? Will I want to share Caspian’s life with him at the palace? It’s nice and all, but I am constantly escorted around, and it doesn’t have the freedom a home sho
Reagan’s POV “I believe this is bigger than I first thought,” Richard told me. I grew concerned about my old friend. “Be careful and keep me updated,” I told him. If what he discovered was worth killing me over. He may paint a target on his own back, and with him being out there alone, no one would know for a while. “I will,” he said before he hung up the phone. I spun the chair around and stared out of the large window. The view from here has always been a favorite; that’s why I made it my office. “I should help him,” I told myself. But if the intention was to kill me, I could be giving them another opportunity. If the intention was to dethrone me as the Alpha King, then mission accomplished because the title has been handed over. But I didn’t know which one it was. The door bursting open behind me pulled me from my thoughts. Caspian rushed through it with a huge grin on his face, and he was dragging Sam behind him. She hadn’t come to our suite last night, so perhaps Caspian’s pl
Sam’s POV I rolled over and thumbed the hard lump under my head. But I hit something solid, something that moved. I instantly freaked and thrashed about, screaming, fearing the worst. “Sam, Sam. It’s OK,” a voice told me. I quickly recognized that it belonged to Caspian. As I calmed myself down, Caspian threw his arm over me and dragged me to him. The closeness to him helped me relax.“What am I doing in bed with you?” I asked him when I was ready.He moved a piece of hair off my face. “You fell asleep last night, and I didn’t want to wake you. So I carried you to bed.” He sniffed my hair and then kissed the top of my head. “I haven’t slept that well in a long time,” he told me gently.I want to be annoyed with Caspian. This wasn’t the deal. We move at my pace. But how could I be mad? I had the best dream. I was in my family home with my mom and dad. We were eating dinner at the table. It was an ordinary family event, and the meal was nothing special. But they were there, and we were
Reagan’s POV Sam and I have slept in the same suite since we arrived. Sam takes the bedroom, but she leaves the door open as she likes to know I’m around. This upsets Caspian, as she is still closer to me than him. But should that change, he is more than welcome to sleep on the couch.A positive outcome of Sam spending time with Caspian is that her nightmares are less intense. I know she still has them, but she doesn’t wake up screaming.Whereas in my dreams, my dark-haired mystery woman continues to taunt me. When she touches me, I feel alive even though I can’t move or speak. She runs her fingers through my hair and over my skin, sending sparks of electricity to my core. Although I have had many sexual encounters in my life, none of these women has ever made me feel the way she does.My dreams are so intense that I have to rush to the bathroom most mornings. So Sam doesn’t interrupt me while I deal with my erection. I like to think that the mystery woman is my mate, and I am dreami