chapter Five

CHAPTER FIVE

Ducalion's POV

"Alpha I've seen to it that the last of them have been taken care of." My beta, Riel, announced, his head bowed, the moment he stepped into my office.

I didn't even look up at him as I kept sifting through the piles up pack business.

"Good. Ensure that they pay double the tribute for trying to rebel. After all, they can't borrow out forces for protection in time of trouble only to refuse to pay the tribute they agreed to. It's only right that everyone pays for their actions."

"Alright Alpha. I'll see to it." I heard his footsteps receding but then I recalled something so I looked up.

"Riel."

"Yes Alpha?" He stopped and turned back to face me.

"Where are my brothers?"

"Well, Alphas Darin and Duncan are currently back at the pack manor."

I nodded.  "What about Caden and Cisco? Are they back from their trip yet?"

"Well.... They did come back but..." He trailed off and I raised a brow at him.

"What?"

He cleared his throat. "They've been back since the day before yesterday."

What? How could that be? Their trip was meant to take at least three days minimum to complete.

I growled in frustration, my brow furrowing.

What are these guys up to now?

I sat still for a while before suddenly shooting up. No matter how I looked at it, my mind couldn't settle until I checked on those troublesome brothers of mine.

Besides, I had an inkling that something had happened as even though Caden was immature and irresponsible, Cisco was very stable and logical.

If he wasn't young and uninterested in ruling, I would have put him in an important position. Too bad he wouldn't have that.

I dismissed Riel and then after clearing up, I walked out of the office in the pack hall and then out the door.

I donned my "leader" face as I answered the greetings from my subjects left and right.

Eventually, I got to my car and then drove to the manor as quickly as I could.

The moment I stepped in though, I slowed my steps because a feeling more intense than what I had felt in my entire life, rumbled from within me, even awakening my restless wolf.

Although I had never felt this feeling, the way my wolf growled within me was enough to announce to me what it was.

Mate.

My mate was here and now, she was barrelling towards me with clumsy steps.

I wanted to stop her or warn her that I was here but I wasn't able to do anything as I stared transfixed at her.

She felt familiar.

Soon, she smacked hard into me and then careened backwards. With a groan, she raised her head towards me, her eyes widening and that was when I finally got a close look at her face.

I couldn't resist announcing her as my mate but it didn't last because a surge of memories hit me almost instantly.

A memory that had served as a night terror I had every night since I was young.

The image of my father and mother being brutally murdered while I hid away with my brothers, helpless and unable to to a single thing.

All by the same man my parents thought to be their closest confidant.

That bastard, Frost.

He made us flee from our home at the dead of the night like thieves from our own home while he occupied the place like it was his.

The blood moon pack that was my family's legacy.

For years, I had fled while making sure my younger brothers were safe. On the run, I gathered my troops, loyal only to I and my brothers and then I led them to lay waste to this man.

Too bad that the monster was already dead when we got here.

Stabbed brutally by someone unknown.

There was no where to vent my vengeance at least that was until I heard of a daughter the monster had, hidden away safely the night we attacked.

Like a lunatic that had an obsession, I got the picture of child and then I began scouring everywhere for her.

Who knows that after years of fruitless search, the bitch would appear right here in my own home and that too as my mate.

Well, since she delivered herself to me, she shouldn't blame me for ending her pathetic life.

I supressed my wolf, letting my anger take control and then I lunged at her, gripping her neck tightly in my hand.

Scoffing, I applauded her audacity. I would have ended her right there and then if Duncan didn't speak.

He was the only one amongst my brother I easily listened to.

Reluctantly, I dropped her, watching as she crumbled pathetically to the floor.

As I watched her heave in and out, breathless, a new idea appeared in my head.

I don't need to kill her immediately.

No.

Not when I hadn't peeled her skin off her body but by bit. Not until I have made her scream.

Only after that would I send her off to the grim reaper in the most painful way possible.