Chapter 4

Sorrel’s POV

The pack house was a mess as we tried to clean up. Blood filled the house. It was too much and too sudden that the oracle and a couple of white werewolves had to come down to the pack.

They were doing the cleansing of the pack while we dragged the dead bodies out. I couldn’t keep the fact that the guard I’d seen Alpha Nathaniel with was dead.

He would be so devastated and heartbroken.

A total of fifteen guards and servants were dead. We lined up the body to be burned. Kaine led the burning and from across the angry flames our eyes met.

My heart stopped suddenly when a thought occurred to me.

Was this my fault? Our fault? What if our matebond had caused this? And the fact that he’d stared at my naked body. Was this our punishment?

As I thought about it I couldn’t help but agree. I caused the death of fifteen werewolves. This was my fault.

I looked away and walked inside. 

The pack was in mourning and the council called a meeting the next day. This was my first meeting as Luna of the Wolffang pack, and I was anxious, feeling like an imposter.

“We know the state of the pack,” said an elder, “everyone is in mourning, sad after the tragic incident. We need something that will lift their spirits.”

He paused and looked at each of our faces, then added. “We need to create a distraction and make them feel safe.”

“And how will we do that, Atreus?” Asked another elder.

“The way it’s been done.” Elder Atreus' eyes sparkled. “We need a baby announcement.”

My heart stopped dead in my chest.

What?

A baby?

No one said anything or protested to her about how bizarre this idea was. Only I saw it and I had to say something.

“A baby will not solve the problem, Elder Atreus,” I said and all eyes turned to me. “It will make us look insensitive and inconsiderate of their pain.”

They were silent and I thought they were considering my words, seeing the truth in them, when I decided to give an idea. “Back home when something—“

“This is not your home, Sorrel.”

That statement came like a sword through my chest, sharp and lethal.

“And here at Wolffang pack we do things differently.” Another chipped in. “You will get pregnant and the oracle along with a handful of white wolves would stay in the pack house to assure everyone that everything is under control and it was just a hiccup. Nothing more.”

My throat closed as I listened to their plan, this was beyond bizarre. It was stupid.

I looked at Alpha Nathaniel for support, but he said nothing. 

“The Luna should be with a child in the next two weeks, while we will make the other arrangements to have the pack in order.”

This was really happening, it was difficult to breathe and when I stared at Alpha Nathaniel I could tell he hated the idea as well and he was probably angry at me as well.

The meeting ended and I stumbled to my room, nauseous. I felt sick to my stomach, my hands trembled as tears fell uncontrollably. 

I dropped to the bed, but then my reality sank in.

*I’m Luna, I can’t be crying over every inconvenience. Yes, my situation is hard, but I’m not the only one having it hard. I should try to see how I can get along with Alpha Nathaniel because neither he nor I wanted this.*

It was already evening when I arranged myself and walked out of my room. I went to the kitchen to make my go-to tea when everything was in shambles.

The servants wanted to help but I told them not to worry, I got this, and they could rest. I couldn’t imagine how they were feeling right now.

I made two chamomile teas and took them up. One was for me and the other was for Alpha Nathaniel. He must be tired, not to mention heartbroken and I know he and I got off on the wrong foot with him believing that I was evil, but I could set everything right, explain to him, and tell him I would stand by his side no matter what.

On getting to the door, I held the tray of tea in one hand and pushed the door open to his room.

“Hi, Alpha, I come bearing good offerings, I know we got off on the wrong—“

My words died in my throat as I jumped back. The tray of tea dropped to the floor and clattered.

I couldn’t move as I stared at him, knee deep, body flushed with sweat, grunting as he pounded aggressively into his…his sister. His sister—Abigeal.

His eyes met mine, they landed on the discarded tea cups and tray, and then up to me.

He didn’t stop upon seeing me, he picked up the pace and fucked her harder, faster.

Abigeal's laughter roared in the room, her eyes pinned on me as he kept driving into her.

1…2…3 minutes passed before I turned and bolted out of the room, vision blurry, head clouded and steps scattered.

“Ma’am are you—“

I didn’t answer the maid as I flew into my room, down to the toilet. I got down on my knees and shut everything out of my mouth.

The image was ingrained in my head, the more it replayed the more I vomited till I had nothing left to get out.

He and his sister

Oh my goddess

What have I— my eyelids fluttered close and my body suddenly became weak.

I pushed myself to a standing position, but the world tipped and went dark on me.

******

Hands kept brushing my hair soothingly till I blinked my eyes open.

A pair of green eyes stared back at me and I jumped back. 

Abigeal.

“What do you want from me?” My gaze drifted up and down her body. “Is this why you were mad at me for marrying him? You have been sleeping with your brother?”

“You…”

I didn’t let her finish, my face scrunched into disgust. “Do you know how insane that is?”

She was quiet for a moment, observing me in bewilderment. Then she blurted out. “You remember?”

I scoffed. “No one will forget a thing like that.”

She shut up to her feet and clasped my mouth instantly. “You remember everything?”

“You want me to go into detail?” I pushed her hand from my mouth and lifted a brow at her.

Abigeal chuckled darkly. “Looks like sweet brother has met his match.” She spoke absentmindedly.

Her hands found mine and drew me close. “If you value your life, you’ll keep your mouth shut and act like you didn’t remember anything.”

I swallowed, beads of sweat rolling down my spine. “Why?” 

My voice was coarse and fear was evident in my eyes. I couldn’t even hide it.

“Because you are not his first wife.” Her voice was eerily quiet. “When they die nobody remembers them or asks questions. You were not supposed to remember what you saw last night.”

A lump formed in my throat. “Is—is that why you continued? Why you didn't stop?”

She bopped her head. “He asked me to check on you and make sure you don’t remember a thing.” 

I searched her face to check if this was some sort of joke, but there wasn’t, she was dead serious.

“I’m only telling you this because I like you, Sorrel.” 

As she spoke my heart thumped loudly in my chest, blocking out her words until she added. 

“The council has ordered him to get you pregnant. He’ll be coming to you today. Don’t let him know you remember a thing.” Her gaze hardened. “This is a matter of life and death and if you die, not a single soul will remember you.”

With that, she was gone. My head was spinning, blood whooshing violently in my head. 

What have I gotten myself into?

Shit I should've run. Nadia was right, fuck she was right.

Sometimes I believed it, other times I believed it was a deliberate prank from Abigeal till dead at night when a knock came.

I startled to my feet, walked on trembling legs to throw it open and when I did, there he was in a black robe like the devil.

“Strip,” he ordered and stepped inside. “Get on the bed and open your legs.”