Chapter 4: Mate to the enemy Alpha

Chapter 4— Mate to the enemy Alpha.

KYRA

“You did this!” Tristan accused, his eyes flashed with anger and accusation. I laughed, and then looked him dead in the eyes, brows raised.

“Did I?” I drawled, my voice dripped perfectly with mock nonchalance. “Because all I see is your doing, not mine. I wasn't the one who made the blood pact.” I shrugged. Goddess, does he think if I had the powers to forge a mate bond I'd let myself be captured by his goons? Did he think if my powers were still intact it would have been that easy for his goons to capture me?

I almost laughed again at his assumption. The reason the Ferguson pack has never lost a war in its years of existence since I knew I had powers was because I would lock myself in my room when we are at war, using my powers to help defeat our enemies— all thanks to Elora, who helped me practice, research. If only I'd known she was preparing for the ultimate betrayal.

Why did he think we were the biggest in the northern wolfdom?

For someone whose reputation had skyrocketed rapidly three years ago because of how smart he ruled his pack, and brought them to new heights— at his age, it was quite a contradiction to his reputation. And it was almost laughable.

Who gave him that title?

“I should kill you right here and now. Get rid of this abomination at once.” No sooner had he finished his statement, he had his hands wrapped around my neck.

“Alpha” one of the elders called cautiously. The female Elder was still looking at me in disgust. “If it's true and she's your second chance mate, then you know you can't kill her.”

I was weak, too weak. Almost out of air, and struggling to breathe but I managed a smile, if it could be called that. The tricky thing about mate bonds is that you can't kill your mate. Whatever happens to your mate, happens to you. And right now I am grateful for that… and the blood pact.

“The blood pact, Alpha. You can't kill her.” The male elder, Elder Rowan added.

Tristan stared at me in horror. As if it just dawned on him the consequences of the blood pact. What an Alpha! Such recklessness.

He let go of my neck as if his fingers were pierced by tiny silvers. He glared daggers at me, and with his gaze still on me, he spoke. “I might not be able to kill her, considering the new findings. But that doesn't mean she can't be punished,” and then he yelled.

“Take her to the special dungeon.”

Two guards stepped forward, they gripped each arm like I was some feral animal they didn't trust would not attack. The crowd parted, and murmurings grew mostly about the shocking revelation of being their Alpha's mate.

As an Alpha, your true strength is displayed when you have your luna by your side— when you are mated.

And I— their enemy, was their Luna, their Alpha's half.

I tried to keep my head high as I was led away, but even pride needed air to breathe, and right now, the air was thinning, my pride slowly slipping but I managed to hold it.

Tristan on the other hand, his pride was hurt. It had been blatantly obvious in his eyes, hurt by how things had taken a turn. He'd thought that he had captured me, forced the blood pact on me, punished me and when he was done breaking me, he would break off the blood pact, and then kill me.

But fate had laughed in his face.

It didn't work that way. It was cruel. Unpredictable.

I didn't like fate because it never played in my favor… until now. For once since everything that had happened I felt hope. I felt fate at my side.

After the last few steps, we arrived in front of a heavy door. The guards grinned, looking at me. Smirking.

They pushed it open. “In.” Thing one barked, impatience swimming in his eyes. Before I could even move, I was pushed inside.

I was welcomed by the darkness and the sharp click of the door closing behind me felt like my future had been sealed.

My bones felt weary, too tired to carry the weight of everything happening all at once. I decided to let myself rest just for a moment, to catch my breath… to wrap my head around the revelation— that I was mate’s to the enemy Alpha, only to bump into something— the wall. I moved again, stumbling into rough stone, shoulders scrapping hard against the jagged rocks, and I knew it would bruise hard.

At the moment of realization that I was locked in a cell, a very tiny space that I could barely fit well into, panic shots in. Hand searching blindly for a way out, sweat broke out on my skin. I struggled to draw in breath, “No! Please Goddess, no. I cried in horror. No, no, no, no. This can't be happening.

Not again.

I may act strong, like I can't be broken but one thing that could quickly put me to my knees was close spaces. It started as a trauma when I was 18. At that time my mother was dead. It was a necessary trial I was supposed to undergo, according to my father, my brother Ethan had undergone it too.

“I'm sorry you have to go through this, Ky. My hands are tied.” He'd whispered. At that time I didn't understand the weight of the trial, I thought that it was like any of the many trials I have had to undergo to prove to the Elder council that I was fit to take over the Alpha-ship when the time came. And since I was pushing to become the first female Alpha in the Ferguson pack, my training was more intense but I'd passed every test, surprising them.

So I agreed, looked Father in the eyes, And smiled, “It's nothing to worry about, Dad. This will be a piece of cake.” If only I'd known how incorrect that word was.

This test had been like no other. I'd been blindfolded and led to a room, dark, barely enough space to move, and then placed into a box which I later realized was a coffin. I'd yelled, begged that I'd be let out but no one answered, not even Dad had come to my rescue.

Now, stuck in here, I was reliving that moment. Droplets of sweat slid down my face, the memories trickling in.

The room was shrinking, my chest tightened, throat closed. One tear slid, and then another.

I could feel my body growing weak, my lungs collapsing on me, my mind slipping. My eyes drifted, trying to shut on me as I struggled to breathe. I couldn't die like this, not after all the fight I put on to survive.

But I couldn't breathe, the air felt empty, dry. It was like I was stuck in an endless abyss, waiting for me to drop to that never-ending bottom.

“Breathe,” something soft sounded in my ears. A voice. A whisper.

“Kyra…” It whispered again, soft but I must have imagined it. There was no air. I was going delirious. I need to get out of here.

“Let me help.”

That was the last thing I heard before I slipped out of consciousness.