His strength was ethereal

Whilst I was spacing myself in my vengeance . Victor held my hand and smiled coldly. " Sister don't you think we need to talk?"

I completely forgot that I've to explain everything to Victor. Why I suddenly came here with some unknown Fallon creature and had Loren chained in prison.

I lifted myself up , trying to sit . " Don't move." Drystan steps close to my bed. Putting the pillow behind my back and slowly holding my shoulders, Drystan allowed me to lean on the pillow.

Victor was giving a suspicious glare at us . I'm absolutely sure what's going on in my brother's mind.

"Let me heal you before you start talking."

Drystan sits beside me , his right hand touching my face. His long blue eyelashes fluttered as he gazed at my bandaged ankles and hands. I would be lying if I said I'm not feeling anything.

"It will be a little cold but you'll be cured." I closed my eyes and felt the coldness creeping inside me. Drystan's hands were shimmering icy flames on my injured parts.

It was chilling at first but then I gradually started feeling my strength. My joints and muscles got relieved of excruciating pain.

"You can open your eyes," he whispered, sliding my lingering hair strands behind my ears. Gosh he was stimulating my sensitive region.

I distanced myself from him and asked him to leave so that I could have a talk with Victor.

"What's your relationship with that Fallon?" Victor stormed at me as soon as Drystan left. I sighed and narrated everything that has happened until now. Except the fact I've been reborn again I prefer to not tell anyone.

"How dare that weakling Noah suggest you to become his Mistress? Is he out of his f**king mind?"

"Because he found out his so-called fated mate!" I answered, feeling low.

"That bastard! He must have forgotten that you're the real owner of the Bliaviroth throne!" Victor shouted angrily, walking back and forth. I can understand how my brother feels .

Victor is 22 years old and has never rebelled against my decision. If he wished he could have become the Alpha and emperor of Bliaviroth. But he gave up everything for my happiness. I feel bad for my brother... Most importantly about his loss.

I peeled off the bandages and get off the bed. Walking close to Victor, I touched his blindfold.

"How did you lose your left eye Victor?"

He remained quiet and kept staring somewhere ignoring me. Pissing me off even more. I held his ear and pulled him close to me . " I'm asking something Victor."

"Sister, it hurts. One arrow pierced through my eye and this happened."

"I'm sorry..." I loosened my grip on his ear. If only I could have made it fast Victor couldn't have lost his eye. I feel guilty now!

'All because of that damn Loren.'

"Why are you sorry? If you hadn't come here with that Drystan guy I could have died fighting with hybrids. I'm thankful for your arrival sister."

Victor smiled, kissing my hand in respect. He sure was a loving brother. That's why I've decided.

"I can't afford to lose my only family. Victor I'll take the role as Alpha of Crescent Pack. Gather the remaining pack members in the courtyard."

"Understood."

Victor left the room and the assembly horn was pulled on. Two maids entered inside and helped me get dressed.

I am nervous a bit which is why I'm trying hard to put on a cold , emotionless expression on my face. Even maids were trembling in fear .

"Crescent pack's royal bloodline Martina Steele is entering inside."

An announcement was made as I walked inside. My eyes caught the sight of young and mature warriors of Crescent Pack standing down in the courtyard. Their eyes were staring at me in hope.

'Had I known before that my pack yearned for Alpha? I couldn't have neglected my duty then.' I thought and vowed to take over the role of Alpha.

The Gamma of Crescent pack showed me a small water bowl. I pulled out my dagger and swapped a small cut in my thumb. Letting the blood drop in the water.

Red feathered smoke emerged out of the water evaporating into air. My blood was gone and the water turned back into a clean colourless substance.

"Mood goddess has accepted Martina Steele as Alpha of Crescent Pack."

"Hail to our Alpha," Gamma and other elders kneeled down in respect.

With this I've sparked the rebel against Noah and Shadowed pack. The elders of Shadowed pack will never sit quietly after finding out I'm Alpha of Crescent Pack. I will have to strengthen the border security of northern territory to prevent any trespassing of assassins.

"Raise everyone and prepare yourself for battle. A battle against the Shadowed pack to get back the Bliaviroth throne."

"Order to be followed for Alpha." All of them accepted without hesitation. The power of the pack is Alpha's strength and the confidence of Alpha is the strength of the pack.

'Just you wait little whore Scarlett. I'll make you cry blood tears,' I cursed clenching my fist.

That very moment a Loren was brought into the courtyard. The guards were having difficulty retaining him , despite the shackles around his wrists and ankles.

Four of them had to help each other to bring Loren down on his knees and then push him further down on his stomach.

From the up , I could see Loren's large back, covered in crusted blood from being whipped . A guard grabbed him by the hair and forced his head up .

I caught a glimpse of his face , just enough to know he was outraged. His jaw was clenched hard and his nostrils flared.

"He was hard to be kept locked in. What should we do with him ?" Victor asked.

I know Loren must be cursing me and resenting me. But I pity him for some reason. He was used by his brother and now abandoned after being used.

Those wounds from a lash on his back were all because of his fault. The guards pinned him down by kneeling on his injured back.

'I can say they are enjoying his misery. I too wanted to enjoy his agony but something was off. '

His sufferings can't soothe my pain and anger. I want Noah and Scarlett to join in this misery.

"Martina..."

Loren roared, grabbing the attention of everyone present there. I noticed that furious look in his golden eyes. It didn't belong to a man who was tired or giving up on his life . He gathered his strength and then with a feral roar of wrath, he rolled over. The guards fell from his back and Loren was quick to hurdle to his feet, his muscles taut as he tried to be free , but the chains restrained him.

Before he could get far , I jumped on the ground, in front of him. And asked for a whip from the nearby guard.

"This is for coming in my way ." I whipped his back, tearing his skin open.

Strange! Loren didn't reject or act wild when I whipped him. He sat there kneeling down and accepting my wrath of rage. I could see the veins popping out in his arms. The strength in his shoulders and chest. His strength is ethereal. Shame for being strong yet not able to fight for yourself.

'Loren, how do you feel in this situation?' I continued whipping him until my palm started bleeding. But that rock hard man sat there still.

"This is no fun. Put this man back in prison."

I threw the whip and walked back inside the castle. Guards dragged Loren miserably to the prison.

That day I couldn't think straight. My thoughts are filled with Loren's. I was feeling a sense of responsibility towards him.

'I will never go and check on him.'

Few moments later

'Why am I even concerned about him? I will just see if he's dead or alive and leave.'

At Least that's what I had thought but my body didn't followed my orders.