A few minutes earlier,
Luna Lagartha donned her cloak in the pack house before making her way to Alpha Arnold, who was seated on the couch engrossed in a book. He appeared dignified in that moment, making it hard to believe he was a man of questionable character.Upon sensing her approach, he smiled and greeted her, "Lagartha," his voice smooth and sweet, reminiscent of honey—no one else, not even winter, addressed her in such a manner.He rose and placed the book on the side table. "Tomorrow, we will proceed as planned," he informed her, to which she nodded in agreement. "That's good, but I've noticed that the pack's security has tightened a bit," she remarked, and he acknowledged her observation with a nod.He had indeed noticed the changes, but he was confident that with the support they had, they would be an unstoppable force. "Lagartha," he called her again, clicking his tongue playfully. "Or should I say Luna Lagartha? How is your husbanShe was immersed in pristine waters, embellished with the most exquisite fragrance, and dressed in a delicate nightgown, preparing to spend the evening with her partner.For Maya, this all felt so soon; she was still navigating the depths of her grief. Although months had passed, the ache lingered, refusing to fade.Then she recalled his words after they had marked each other: "You have a new family now." Those words brought tears to her eyes as she admired her reflection in the mirror, her hand instinctively reaching to touch the mark he had left on her.She had not anticipated the bite would evoke such pleasure; initially painful, it soon transformed into a tingling sensation in her stomach. She couldn't quite identify that feeling, but it was one she enjoyed.A maid knocked on the door, announcing, "The alpha is on his way." The other maid, who had been preparing her for the evening, quickly bowed their head and exited, leaving Maya alone.
"I don't want you," she snapped, her frustration evident. He merely smiled, which only fueled her anger further. "You will reject me right now," she insisted once more.He stepped closer, prompting her to retreat slightly while keeping their eyes locked. "Shift for me," he commanded.As he observed her, a chuckle escaped him; he finally understood why Alpha Kendrick had acted as he did, though it did not excuse his treatment of her family."And why should I do that? If I do, will you reject me?" she inquired, a glimmer of hope flickering within her. He regarded her with a blank expression. "I don't believe I will, even though I once thought I might. Your wolf has surfaced, and mine is relentless in its desire to claim you," he replied with a calm demeanor.She shook her head defiantly. "No, I don't want this." He reached out to gently touch her face, causing her to flinch at the contact. Her heart raced in her chest. "See, you feel it too. I under
She had been living here for six months, and her experience had been nothing short of tumultuous. Although she wished for a different reality, she found herself immersed in lessons on etiquette.The situation began to unfold two weeks after her arrival. Initially resistant, she soon realized there was no one to confide in; she often thought about how much easier it would be if Alpha Altair were present.To her surprise, she found herself longing for his company, as she struggled to communicate with the pack members. Unsure of how to navigate her new environment, she simply complied with whatever instructions were given to her.Now, six months later, she was left wondering when he would arrive to reject her, as she felt she had reached her breaking point.One afternoon after class, she wandered into the garden, a new habit she had developed. The flowers were in full bloom, and this serene space provided her with an unexpected sense of tranquility, allowing her to momentarily forget her
This was precisely what he desired as he gradually approached Alpha Kendrick. Initially unable to move, Alpha Kendrick eventually summoned his strength and asked, "What could my pack have done to warrant this?" He pretended to be unaware of the situation.However, Alpha Altair remained silent, standing directly in front of Kendrick. As Kendrick took a step back, Alpha Altair's expression was blank, Alpha Kendrick realizing that he had underestimated the danger he was in says, "I thought you were joking when you claimed she was your mate," he attempted to clarify.At that moment, he was drenched in cold sweat. "Please spare me and my people," he begged. "Did you spare my mate and her family?" were the words that escaped Alpha Altair's lips as he glanced toward the chaos, with Alpha Kendrick's gaze following suit.What he witnessed made it clear that the man before him was indeed gruesome, as he saw the warriors of the Crimson Pack emerging from the turmoil, catching his pack off guard
Alpha Altair is not naive; he is well aware that Alpha Kendrick will not overlook this situation and will undoubtedly send someone to capture his mate. He has long sought an opportunity to strike against the Full Moon Pack, and now that moment has arrived. Exiting his room, he closed the door behind him and immediately spotted two werewolves, confirming that Alpha Kendrick had indeed fallen into his scheme. A smirk crossed his face as he walked past them, feigning ignorance of their presence. After a short distance, he summoned one of his shadow warriors, instructing, "Keep watch over my quarters." The warrior swiftly disappeared into the night. Meanwhile, Maya settled down her meal on the tray, having eaten her fill. It was time to devise her escape plan. She could not remain idle; the thought of being mated to a werewolf was unbearable, and she questioned why Alpha Kendrick would willingly offer her to anyone. However, she recalled snippets of conversation among the warriors wh
Maya pleaded with her parents and brother, her voice trembling as she said, "Please don’t go, don’t leave me. I can’t face this without you. Take me with you." However, they all wore the same serene smile, which left her confused. She couldn’t comprehend their expressions; they had been taken from her, and she felt desperate for them to take her along. Instead, they were offering her their final farewell. Suddenly, she caught a familiar scent in the air, one that enveloped her senses. This wasn’t the moment to be distracted by a fragrance. As she opened her eyes, she realized the room was completely dark. "Is this a dungeon?" she wondered, but then a voice broke the silence, saying, "Oh dear, this is not a dungeon. Are you implying my room isn’t suitable? I can’t complain, though, since it’s not really mine." She sat up, straining to see the source of the voice. Closing her eyes and reopening them didn’t change her surroundings; she was still enveloped in darkness. Was this some