Thirty One

Zephyr was standing by his floor to ceiling window of his office in the pack. He was furious at himself. How could he call himself an Alpha when he was so easily entrapped, so easily distracted and so easily seduced.

"Where is she?" He asked Lucian when he sensed his presence in the room.

"She's locked up in the dungeon according to her orders, still unconscious" Lucian answered. "I knew she was up to something" he said but got no response from Zephyr.

"Alpha!" Lucian suddenly called out as he approached Zephyr. His eyes narrowed while staring intently at Zephyr's chest.

"What is it, Lucian?" Zephyr asked annoyed. He had a lot on his mind already and he didn't wish to hear Lucian's nag about how he warned him to be weary of Bellona.

"Not to bother you, but isn't that wound on your chest taking too long to heal?" Lucian paused for a while and continued observing the injury "I've been looking at it for a while now, it is a small wound compared to others you've gotten and it is supposed