Chapter Four

Chapter Four

His hand was warm, apart from the chilly feeling I got just from being near as he entwined my fingers with his. I felt a strong sensation overtake me, from his power I wasn’t so sure. It was like he could read my mind as he looked down at me.

“You feel it too don’t you Anora?”

I didn’t answer. He was a dangerous monster who could kill me with the snap of a finger. Instead I gulped hard as he stretched his other hand to brush my tear away, so soft and yet so callous. What was this man?

“We should leave—-

“Leave??” My eyes widened, “Where are you taking me?”

He smiled again, crafty as usual, “To my home. You’ve surrendered yourself haven’t you?”

I blinked exasperatedly, looking at my father’s defeated self and my fiancé still unconscious, then I looked back at him, my eyes clearly showing my pleas. I opened my mouth in protest, “But…but…”

“You called out to me and I’m here to claim.”

“But—-

“You surrendered yourself to me.”

“I…I know but—

“You’re mine and you’re coming with me.”

“I know!!” I finally yelled, “I can’t leave my father like that!!”

He perked his right brow, took one glance at my father and then chuckled, damned his wicked laugh, “Alphonse?? I’m pretty sure he’ll be fine.”

I shook my head adamantly. I wasn’t leaving until I was sure my own father was okay, not until I got to the bottom of the truth. So I looked up at my supposed mate who came to claim me, the king of all alphas—the blood moon conqueror. I looked up at him, untangled my fingers from his and clasped them tightly toghether with my other hand.

A pleading stance.

“I beg of you,” I said, my voice cracking, “Let me tend to his wounds one last time.”

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Father groaned in pain minutes later as I placed herbs over the nasty bruises on his back. My fiancée, alpha Zayn, was taken to the infirmary as he was still unconscious. My hands trembled as I placed each bout of healing spices on my father’s back, knowing he was out there…waiting.

My mate was out there waiting patiently to take me away.

There were so many truths I needed to uncover. How this man knew of my father, what he meant by waiting ten years, how I was his mate. I wanted to know a lot and yet here I was—tending to the man who kept me shelved all my life, like a prized mule.

Father was a powerful beta, and yet the injuries inflicted by the Alpha king wasn’t healing ss

“Anora….” He drawled.

I gave him no answer, kept my focus on his wounds instead. I was angry. I was angry and I was terrified, I was angry to be made helpless and now being taken by a tyrant who I was truly mated to.

The blood moon king wasn’t lying. I felt the string between us, the sheer force of a power—the bond probably, tugging, pulling, almost merging me towards his maniacal self. A lump formed in my throat just thinking about it.

“Anora….” Father called again, this time his voice came out a squeal.

“You shouldn’t speak much.” I muttered, “Just let the herbs do its job.”

He groaned loudly in pain as he tried to get up, to sit upright. I didnt stop him, despite how much I wanted to protect him from danger I was still angry for the lies he’d spewed to me all these years.

I was mated to the blood moon king and he knew about it. He was going to marry me off to Zayn, the alpha of our pack knowing fully well it was taboo. Now the town is in chaos, all in fear of the alpha king attacking.

“Everything I did was to protect you.” He said, his head downcast.

I surreptitiously rolled my eyes, “You should’ve—-

“You don’t understand Anora,” cutting me off abruptly, “He’s a beast. A hybrid. A ruthless tyrant. He kills without hesitation. He’s a monster and—

“Ten years?” I interrupted, “What did he mean by that?”

He sighed deeply, his head sunk even lower. No answer came from his mouth, until minutes later, “I am your father.”

“I know that.”

“I would do anything to protect you.”

My eyes started to water again, “I know that.”

“Run away Anora,” he whispered now, “There’s a back door,” clasping his hands over mine, “There’s a village on the outskirts on Moon haven. Talk to the village chief, tell him Alphonse sent you, they’ll keep you safe th—-

“What do you think you’re doing?” He appeared out of nowhere.

I let out a scream, father jolted with his eyes widened as if he’d seen a ghost. He was a ghost perhaps, the alpha king as it felt like he was listening all this while. My heart almost left its place, as I clutched onto the hem of my father’s pants.

I was mad at him, frustrated even as he wouldn’t give me the truth and yet here i was clinging onto him for a last bid of protection. My hands shook as I held on, my mate walked towards him with his eyes glaring with rage now.

“She’s not yours to claim Rowan.”

Rowan. Father called that name again, I couldn’t help but notice how fast his demeanor changed again.

My mate snickered, “She’s given herself to me.”

Father looked down at me, eyes aghast with shock, “Anora you—-

“I had no choice,” I wept bitterly, pointing at him, “he was going to kill you.”

“You impatient child!!!” Father cried out.

Something sparked in his eyes, Rowan’s eyes, “Tread carefully Alphonse.” He turned to me now, “Lets go Anora.”

“Wait.” I pleaded one last time, “Let me—“

“I’ve been patient enough.”

I couldn’t understand it, fathom even, the sheer force of his power as one minute was against my father’s leg and the next I was in his arms—my mate’s arms, against his chest, hard and rigid. My limbs went dumb, my senses under control, my body trembling at the fright of his immense power.

He hurled me over his shoulder, I tried my possible best to restrain but all my attempts came out to a faulty squeal. I sobbed, wept, all profusely.

He smiled at father who now spat on the ground, too weak and subdued to fight back, “You’re a monster Rowan. I curse you.”

“You’ve done more than enough curses for a lifetime Alphonse.” my mate responded, I fought to escape his grasp but his hand around me was just too strong. I stayed put, knowing I could get crushed just from one hand.

“Let my daughter go Rowan.” Father said one last time.

“Not in this lifetime.” He responded, “I intend to do so many wicked things Alphonse, so so many wicked things to this prize of yours.”

And with that I felt an overwhelming darkness cover me, too brusque in all its glory. I let out one last scream before I let it take over me, drifting my already tired body into unconsciousness.