Chapter Five- An Alliance

Thor POV

My first instinct was to hurt her, really bad. After all, she was a member of the white fang pack. But I couldn't do it… I could not bring myself to harm her the way I wanted to, just as I cowered back in the cell. 

The pain in my palm grew intense as she continued to chew in my skin like some wild pup, and I had to yank my hand away from her lips.

Wiping my blood off her mouth, her yellow eyes sparkled with anger, and she mumbled, "Is this how you thank someone for taking you out of a shithole!"

The way she spoke with so much arrogance and force made me feel a childish wash of anger overwhelm me, and yet, I said nothing and simply stared at her.

"I have no intention of hurting or killing you! All I want to do is talk! If I had had other motives other than that, I wouldn't have walked into that cell this morning." She mumbled, hardening her face as her eyes shifted back to normal.

Although I hated to admit it, she was right. After years of being in captivity, she was the first person to walk into that dungeon and look at me as a being and not some piece of trash.

"Can you get off me? This position is uncomfortable." She mumbled, her gaze glued to mine. 

Feeling hesitant, I drew from on top of her and watched her sit up before asking, "Who are you?"

"Luna…" She mumbled, pausing as she pulled her gaze off me and looked down at the sheet.

"What?"

"I don't think telling you my identity after what happened just now is a smart choice."

"Why?"

Her body language gave it away that she was troubled. Yet, I need to know the truth because after years of being in that filthy place, so much has changed. But the only thing I cared about was Hatzis because that bastard and I have a score to settle.

"You said that you came here to talk, you got my full attention now. So, talk or get out!" I told her.

Raising her gaze to meet my eyes, she scowled and then huffed, lowering her head.

"I am Iris… Iris Doukas, the niece of Hatzis Doukas." She mumbled beneath her breath. "My uncle died a month ago, and I am now the Luna of the White Fang pack."

Staring intensely at her, I quivered with frustration, realizing that she shared the same bloodline as that traitor and just how long I have been caged in this place.

Before the feast, Hatzis had no niece, and since that night was the last time I got the taste of freedom, seeing how grown Iris is made me realize how pathetic I have lived for so long.

All this time, I believe that I will have my pound of Hatzis' flesh, but he dared to die and leave his niece to take his place on my list!

A feeling of trembling rage shot through me when she raised her head and met my eyes, and I squeezed my fist tightly, fighting against my anger.

Suddenly, fear flickered in Iris's eyes, and she tried to rush out of the bed. But I grabbed her by her waist, lifted her in the air, and slammed her on the bed, pressing her down by her neck. 

"Urgh!" A cry rolled off her tongue.

As she struggled, I watched her face turn red while drowning in my hate for Hatzis, imagining that it was his neck my hand was around.

Fighting to break free from my grip, she raised her foot to hit me in the balls, but I grabbed her kneecap and spread her leg open, pressing it down on the bed.

"My Luna, are you in there?" A female voice suddenly echoed into the room.

Picking up her scent, I recognized that she was a gamma with a strong aroma, and I knew that I couldn't fight her in my current state. Also, if I did, it would be the death of me, and I didn't hold on for all those brutal years just to die now.

"My Luna, if you don't answer me, I am sorry, but I will have to disobey your order and come inside to make sure everything is fine." The gamma said, and I loosen my fingers from around Iris' neck.

The silence in the room dragged on for a while. Then when the doorknob turned, Iris finally shouted, "I'm fine, Rona! Go back to your quarter!" 

It fell quiet for a moment. Then Rona said, "But my Luna, you have been in there for quite a while and…"

"It's a command! I am fine and will see you in the morning." Iris calmly uttered, her eyes on mine.

After Rona's scent faded from in the west wing, I felt reluctant as I took a long look at Iris and then muttered, "Why would you still trust being alone with me after I attempt to murder you two times?"

"I told you, I don't have any ambition of killing you, and I promise not to harm you in the future. All I want is peace." Iris mumbled, her eyes calm and steady. "Also, I know you won't hurt me because you feel what I feel." 

It was at this moment that I knew for sure that Iris was my mate. The uncertainty of her not sensing the burning sensation of the bond that I felt with her kept me in denial. But now that she had admitted it, it felt natural.

Arrogant and wild, is this who I was bound to and supposed to spend my life with?  Not to talk about the fact that she was from the White Fang pack and their Luna.

Frustrated, I withdrew from over Iris and dropped beside her on the bed, not knowing what to make of whatever this situation was.

"My uncle is dead, I am left with the burden of running the pack, and war is rising just a month after my leadership," Iris whispered in a broken tone.

Looking to the left, I met her gaze, and she mumbled, "Your pack is the one bringing the war because my uncle is dead, and I am a leader they don't fear."

The loyalty of my people was one thing that kept me fighting for survival in that cell, and it feels good to know that they are still loyal.

"I don't want a war, but members of the Storm Riders Pack don't regard me. But they respect you. So this can go either way, I can ally with another pack and go to battle with your people…"

The was a brief pause as she stared solely in my eyes, biting on her lip, and then mumbled, "Or we can form an alliance and put a stop to the war."