CHAPTER ONE

"Go home, Havoc. We have a guest." The pureblood closed his phone after reading the message from his father and swiftly got up from his seat, which caused the lady in red, who is a beta from his lap, to land straight on the floor.

"Hey, how rude are you?" the lady shouted, feeling the pain in her butt and pelvis, but the pureblood did not even look down at her, not feeling sorry either.

"Hey! Don’t yell at him. He is a pureblood. You don’t want to mess with him and have your head rip the moment he has enough of your tantrums." Another beta glared at the lady.

"Your friend is right, so do not expect anything from him, Miss, it’s just not in his character." A good-looking man with curly hair and tanned skin laughed. An alpha, but not a pureblood.

There is a huge difference when it comes to purebloods and only alphas. First, purebloods are rare and at the top of the food chain; they can command and make alphas, betas, and omegas submit to them.However, as I’ve said, they are rare, which is why often times only alphas take the lead, but they can only make betas and omegas submit.

Apparently, the pureblood was out at a nightclub with his alpha friends, but his fun ended quite soon as he opened the text message from his father. The alpha is not amused and just looks at his friends with dead eyes.

"I'll get going. My old man told me that we had a guest." His friends smirked, knowing that the guest was someone important who had been forcibly brought into their pack house. In summary, the guest was not a guest but a kidnapped person. For whatever reason, their head alpha, the pureblood’s father, never allowed someone from the East, West, or North to enter their territory. Because he doesn’t have any good relations with the rest of the pack’s leaders, particularly the Northern Pack.

"Who could it be?" Another man who possessed blonde hair asked, but Havoc did not respond. He just gave a shrug and a little nod to his friends, giving the signal that he'd go.

He walked straight out of the noisy club and got into his car, driving it at 60 miles per hour because he was excited to know what kind of guest was waiting for him in their den. And he is more excited about torturing the said person.

And as soon as he entered their pack house, he asked one of their pack members lazily where his father was. "Your father is in the basement right now, Alpha." Havoc did not bother to reply as he headed straight to their basement. 

He was two meters away when he heard someone crying, and Havoc didn't know why but he felt so sad rather than excited after hearing those whimpers. The sound of excruciating pain, the sound that was supposed to satisfy him, the sound of happiness for a person like him, a person who lives in the dark. And when the alpha walks further, the alpha can finally tell that it is a woman and an omega. Moreover, he could also smell the omega’s scent, and it was awful. He could smell the fear and distress.

Omegas are the lowest in the lycan hierarchy. Their sub-gender hinders them from getting the same opportunities as other alphas and betas do. They tend to be seen as nothing but a breeding tool for alphas. And their role is to please their mates and carry an heir for them.

"P-please, Sir, I really don't know."

"Do not deceive me, filthy omega!"

When Havoc opened the basement door, he was met by his father, who was holding the lady tightly under her chin. The scene was nothing new to him, but when he lowered his gaze, he noticed that the lady kneeling on the ground had the most beautiful emerald eyes. His heart starts to beat erratically, which is so new to him.

"What’s going on? Who is she?" Havoc shifts his gaze to his father, ignoring the strange feeling in his chest.

"Oh, my dear son, this omega right here is the youngest daughter of Carlos Ramirez," his father said, with menace in his voice.

"The youngest daughter of what Northern Pack leader? Isn’t she dead?" Havoc confusedly focused his gaze on the woman in front of him, scanning her from head to toe. Her pretty eyes are pooling with tears, and the right side of her face is burning red, clearly showing that she was slapped. Purple patches are also forming on her neck and wrists. She looks pitiful and awful, but not as awful as he expected her to be. In addition, those bruises are not enough to cover her beautiful face. She has a small face with perfectly shaped brows, a tall and cute nose, and natural pink full lips. She is wearing a baggy shirt, yet he knows that under it is a body worth dying for.

"That's what I also believed about my son. But look at her, she's alive and well," the older alpha said with a dry chuckle.

"Are you sure, father?" A crease formed on his forehead because how sure was he? What are the odds? What if the lady in front of them is completely innocent? Maybe he is ruthless, but the beauty in front of him doesn’t deserve the pain from all of her bruises if they were just mistaken. Besides, if there’s something he hates the most, it is uncertainty.

"I am a hundred percent sure, son. She confirmed it herself!" his father let go of the omega’s chin, which caused her abused body to fall on the ground.

"How come? And where did you find her? Did you infiltrate the North?" he inquired suspiciously, still doubtful that the lady was Ramirez.No, he doesn’t like to believe it.

"No, this lady walked straight into our gate, not knowing it was a lion’s den or a southern pack’s den rather, asking if we knew her father, who is the infamous Carlos Ramirez." His father’s tone is full of amusement.

“So, she’s a spy?" he snorted, feeling betrayed, and didn’t know why he was feeling that way. That made him angrier at the situation.

“N-no, no s-sir, I am not a s-spy please," the omega barely said anything while trying to lift herself from the ground, seeking for the pureblood’s eyes, but the sight in front of the man made him snap. He slapped the pitiful omega, causing her to have a small cut on the side of her lips.

"Don’t speak if I am not talking to you!" He spat; guilt was crawling on his skin like a fucking leech, yet he couldn’t undo what he had done. He has anger issues and seeing someone so pitiful and begging like a fucking loser triggers him. With that, the lady fell again on the floor.

She sobbed for a few minutes until she passed out, and Havoc was horrified by her condition, but he didn't show it to his father. Why? Because he himself is alienated with his feelings and emotions.

"Stop right there, son. I don’t think she is a spy. How dumb of her if she is, but spies don’t reveal themselves in that kind of manner. Besides, she seems to be really innocent. I don’t know if Ramirez faked her death to protect her from this world or was completely unaware of her existence," the older alpha smiled devilishly, knowing that they had the upper hand in the current situation.

"And I already sent some of my men to investigate and confirm if she really is Ramirez’s daughter, but, since I’ll be out of our territory for the next two months, I called you here to take over."

"Where are you going, father?" It was his father’s first trip outside their land and he didn’t know where the fuck he was going when he had bad blood with all of the other pack leaders.

"I’m visiting the west; you know that their leader is your mother’s brother, right?"

"But that doesn’t mean you guys are allies?”

The older alpha sighed deeply before responding, "we have already made amends and I have come to realize that I was in the wrong," the pureblood just nodded, telling his father that he understood and had got it all covered while he was gone.

"Watch her for me. Once I get the reports from my men, I’ll email them to you and, from there, make a decision on what to do for her." Those were the last words his father said before leaving the room.

On the other hand, the pureblood remains frozen in his spot, looking down at the woman’s body on the floor. She was unconscious and Havoc didn’t know why he picked up the lady and tucked her into the old bed in their basement.

"I hope that you are not a Ramirez baby doll," he caressed her cheeks, feeling guilty as her hand was printed on her cheeks.

"But even if you are, you’ll be mine."

"No. You’re mine the moment our eyes meet, baby doll." Havoc kissed her forehead before leaving the girl, whose name is still unknown to him.