chapter 11

Alpha Navier's POV.

I had intentionally told the guards to bring Mira into my office. She had done exactly what I had feared she would do in just a day since her arrival.

I blame myself for that, I shouldn't have given her the freedom to move around the pack when she got here. I should have personally taken her to her room and locked the doors instead of assigning her to the kitchen. But that was about to change.

As soon as I confirmed my suspicions.

“Alpha, we are here.” The guard announced at the door.

“Come in,” I yelled.

I watched her with disgust as she was dragged in by the guards. She was shaking in fear, and from the white trail on her face it seemed like she had been crying.

As soon as they entered, I dismissed the guards coldly and turned toward Cole, the witness. “Is she the same lady you saw with the wolf yesterday?” I asked him.

Cole nodded his head and pointed at Mira. “Yes, I'm very sure. I saw her speaking to a man I didn't recognize, before I could get there the man transformed and leaped into the woods.” He answered, his voice shaking.

“Why didn’t you report this to me before?” I asked as I pinched the bridge of my nose.

Cole looked down at the ground in shame before he spoke. “I assumed the man was a member of our pack, and he was disturbing her when I got there.”

“Interesting.” I was trying so hard not to hit Cole because he was one of my favorite guards, who had always performed well in their duties.

And I knew that Mira might have acted pitiful, so that Cole kept her shameful secret for her. So I decided to direct all my anger at the culprit, not the victims of her evil acts.

“You can leave, but expect your punishment tomorrow at the training ground.” I dismissed him and turned back to Mira.

After Cole left, I fixed my eyes on Mira for like fifteen minutes before speaking up. “What do you have to say about the rogue that crossed the borders?” I asked her.

Her hands trembled as she signed, "W... wh... at..."

"Stop your stuttering, you liar!" I growled, causing her to jump slightly. She looked at me with unshed tears in her eyes, the fear evident on her face. "You don't even know who I'm asking about, right?"

Why was she already crying when I hadn't even begun to deal with her? Guilt washed over me at the sight of her tears, and I felt a pang of pain in my chest, but I quickly pushed it aside.

"Then I will speak in the only language you understand." I said, taking threatening steps towards her. "Who is the man that was seen with you? Your lover or your sex slave, you slut?"

I stopped right in front of her and pulled her to me, so that we were inches apart. I could feel her trembling as hot tears ran down her cheek. “You can't manipulate me with your fake tears. It only makes me hate you more.” I spat.

She flinched as I stepped closer, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her fingers trembled at her sides, curling inward like she wanted to disappear. But she couldn’t. Not from me.

She shakes her head and she leaned backwards away from my touch, but I wasn't letting that happen as I moved in closer. She fell from the shock and landed on her butt.

"You couldn't even last a day before sneaking your lovers into my pack. Was it that unbearable for you, huh?” I yelled at her.

She shook her head no and signed other things I don't understand but I knew she was only trying to make excuses, and I'm not having that.

“This is what I get for getting mated to a fucking stealer wolf. You are nothing more than a whore who can't help but spread her legs to the next available wolf. I should have rejected you when I had the chance.”

The words felt right, but why did they feel wrong, too? I clenched my fists. It didn’t matter. She was a stealer wolf. A liar. And I would break her before she destroyed me.

And for a fleeting second, I hesitated. Her silent sobs hit something deep within me, but I crushed the weakness before it could take root. She deserved this. She had to.

"Since you're so desperate for a man's touch, you'll have mine. Tonight." My voice was low, mocking. I smirked as she stiffened, her tear-streaked face filled with horror. Good. Let her be afraid

I stood up and walked to the door. “And I have two warnings for you. Number one, stay away from other men, because if I see you spreading your legs for anyone other than me, there will be trouble. Number two, I must meet you at the training ground before I get there.”

****

When I arrived at the training ground, I spotted Mira standing at the center of the field, wearing protective gears, and the sight made me chuckle darkly.

You won't be needing that." I smirked when I got to where she stood. This isn't training. It's a punishment for whoring yourself out."

She flinched and lowered her head.

"Take them off, now." I ordered in a low, authoritative voice.

She sucked in a sharp breath and slowly removed the gear. "Now, run."

Her brows furrowed. She signed something like—How many laps? I don't know how I understand her sign language when I have never learnt it.

But surprisingly, I could understand her a little.

She stiffened. A flicker of disbelief crossed her face before she quickly masked it and took off

From the corner of my eye, I saw Ethan approaching, with displeasure written all over his face.

I knew he must have heard the punishment I gave Mira. He is a thorn in my flesh, when it came to Mira.

“Navier,” he called as he reached me. “A hundred laps for a beginner is too much. You’re being harsh on her.”

I kept my gaze on Mira, watching as her legs wobbled. “She’ll survive.”

“She isn’t a warrior, and you know that.” His voice edged with frustration. “Why punish her for something that isn’t her fault? For all we know, the man might be harassing her.”

My jaw tightened.

“She’s my mate, not yours,” I snapped, turning to face him fully. “I will train her the way I see fit.”

Ethan sighed, shaking his head, but he knew better than to argue further.

“Take them off,” She gasped at me in shock, and reluctantly took off the tears from her body.

“Run one hundred laps around the field.” I barked at her.

After two hours of watching Mira run around the field she came back to where I stood, panting and heaving.

I should have pitied her as my mate, but I didn't. All I wanted was to see her suffer.

“Make me dinner.” I spat before leaving the training ground.