Chapter Four: The Alpha’s Touch

POV: Silver Colt

“They put me in chains before sunrise. But my heart had already been imprisoned the night before.”

The stone floor was colder than any winter I’d ever known. The thought of me facing those Elders again. 

If Silver could face insults and humiliation for not doing my chores properly, then what would be of me when this wicked cousin of mine expose my murder. 

They hadn't bothered to clean the blood from my skin before they dragged me down here.

“I always said this girl was a witch.” 

“Send her to the Forgotten Vale.” 

“A curse to her family. Caused the death of her father, caused pain to her mother and now the death of a leader.”

“Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!” 

The shouts and screams throbbed my head like a band. I always knew the pack hated me, but not to the extent of my death. For a moment, the call for my death was what dominated the chaos that filled the pack.

Dirt clung to me like judgment. My wrists ached where the shackles bit deep. Every breath echoed against the damp walls of the dungeon, heavy with the scent of mildew and iron.

And silence.

Not just around me.

Inside me.

“Zorry, do something,”

Zorry? She snarled in a low tune as though her throat was busy.

She had gone silent the moment Jackson died. I could still feel her, buried deep inside me like a fading heartbeat. But she wouldn’t speak. Not even a whisper.

You killed to protect us, I wanted to scream. Why won’t you come back?

What cut through the chaos was the familiar voice of Naria, the pack priestess. “Miss Silver Colt,” her voice wasn’t budging, her eyes locked to the sky, “Because of this wicked act you have done, Silver Colt and from the instruction of the moon goddess, you are hereby sentenced to a lifetime at Golgotha.”

But the walls didn’t care about justice,  

What they knew was how to keep prisoners from escaping.

Hours passed, Or maybe days.

Time didn’t exist here.

Just the echo of my breath, the pulse of my regret, and the steady drip of water somewhere in the shadows.

I’d stopped crying.

Now I just waited for what I didn’t know.

It possibly would be forgiveness? Death? Or maybe just someone to say it wasn’t all my fault.

The door creaked open.

I flinched, squinting against the sudden light.

Bootsteps on stone.

Slow. Purposeful.

And then… the scent hit me—a mix of leather, pine and rose. It was a familiar scent as I turned to a great surprise.

Volvo.

My breath caught in my throat.

He stepped into view, and the door clanged shut behind him. For a moment, he just stood there—watching me. His silver eyes unreadable, then he moved closer.

He didn’t speak. Not at first.

I couldn’t look at him.

Not after what he’d said.

Not after what he didn’t believe, “Why didn’t you run?” he asked finally.

I swallowed hard. “Where would I go?”

He knelt, just out of reach, and studied the chains around my wrists. His fingers hovered—then curled back, “You killed him.”

“It wasn’t an intentional act, my Alpha. I was just trying to defend myself.”

“Shut that mouth of yours before I slit your throat open,” he grabbed my neck, anger fuming from his eyes, “You killed my cousin and you have the guts to say you were playing defense.”

My jaw tightened. “You weren’t there.”

He flinched at that. And for the first time, I saw it. Doubt and guilt, but suddenly turned cold again, “Shut the f*k up,” he said, slamming me to the wall.

Zorry snarled which I was certain the wolf I had was ready to face this Alpha head on, but the bod plays the difference.

“I won’t lie to you, Volvo.” I said, tears streaming down my cheeks as I laid sprawled on the floor.

The response was a cold chuckle. “Then what is the proof that you are saying the truth.”

“Have you asked yourself, how could an omega kill an Alpha wolf?”

“Yes, that’s why you’re a witch.” He said, but the façade that gave the statement wasn’t corresponding. His expression turned depressing. 

 “Jackson…” His voice trailed off. “He wasn’t innocent.”

My eyes flew to his.

He looked away. “I’d heard things. But I never had proof. And I didn’t want to believe my own blood could—”

He hesitated for a flick moment before speaking, “I felt the bond,” he said quietly. “That night.”

My heart stuttered.

“I told myself it wasn’t real. That the Moon would never tie me to someone like you. But when I saw you… broken… in the woods...”

He reached forward slowly, his fingers brushing a bloodstained lock of hair from my cheek.

“But minutes ago, you were about strangling me.” 

“Forget about that, Silver. The moon goddess just dropped something in my heart.”

Something inside me cracked. It felt like an entire dream playing out for the brute Volvo to sound respect, “I never asked for this,” I whispered. “Any of it. I was just a child when my father died. My mother hated me. The pack treated me like filth. And I still watched you from the shadows. Every day. Every fight. Every time you smiled at someone who wasn’t me.”

His eyes softened, “I didn’t want your power,” I said, voice breaking. “Just… to be seen. To be someone.”

A beat passed, then he leaned in as his lips brushed mine—soft, uncertain and deeper.

Hungrier.

A clash of guilt and longing, of pain and desperation.

His hand tangled in my hair. Mine gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him closer, as if touch could erase everything that had happened minutes ago.

Clothes forgotten. Chains ignored.

Breathless gasps and trembling hands. “Oh, baby slowly and harder,” the first moan escaped my breath.

“Ah. Ah. Ah. Yes, am about to cum. Don’t stop please.” I pleaded, as every feel of his cock pounded the flesh of my p*ssy. 

That was when it came, the thick and erect cock in me turned warm. This was the climax. I buried my fingers to his back, as the rhythm of his cock went deep and out inside of me. 

“Silver Colt, you’re such a sweet bitch. I will f*k the hell out of you. He smiled.” 

A smirk tugged at my lips, but the ecstasy filled my head in swarm of dopamine. The world seem to tilt as he rubbed his fingers at my clit. “Oh………..You are f*king good,” the moans continuously escaping my mouth. 

He groaned. “I am about to…..” he moaned loud. Puff, he came. 

What followed was weakness as we both came together. “What was that. I never knew you were such a naught girl, Silver.”

I smiled with the little strength I had left, “I am if you say so.”

“You were even a virgin before this night, so how or where did you learn this skills?” he asked.

I didn’t want to say it because of what it might cause. Amelia has always been the one bringing different male wolves to the house, turning almost every night to a night of moans and ecstasy, “I guess it was a gift from the moon goddess,” I grinned. 

This was a one night. I guess it might be a mistake.

One truth neither of us could undo.

Morning came too fast. The warmth of him beside me was gone before I opened my eyes.

Only the cold remained.

And a flicker of foolish hope.

Maybe now, things would change.

Maybe now, he’d believe in me and ignore that girl who parades herself as Luna—Amelia.

Maybe now… I wouldn’t be alone.

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The bells of the coronation rang above the dungeon.

I sat on the edge of the cot, hugging the remains of the blanket around me, straining to hear anything from the world I used to belong to.

The cheers. Drums.

The voice of Elder Mira, leading the rites.

Then… silence.

Then…

Screams.

The door to my cell slammed open.

Two gamma guards approached, their faces pale as though we were in a ceremony of burial.

Their eyes wild.

“What—?” I asked.

They didn’t answer.

Just grabbed my arms and yanked me forward.

“Where are you taking me?”

Still silence.

Then, as we reached the stairs leading to the inner sanctum of the packhouse, I heard it.

“—was found under her bed,” someone shouted. “How could she—?!”

Elder Mira’s voice cracked like thunder. “This cannot be coincidence. The Moon Goddess’s staff was stolen! The ritual broken! And this morning—conveniently—it is discovered hidden in the prisoner’s quarters?”

My stomach dropped.

The staff?

No. No, that wasn’t possible.

Volvo stood at the center of the room as I was dragged into the circle. His jaw tight, his expression unreadable.

I looked at him, eyes pleading.

He wouldn’t meet my gaze.

Say something, I begged silently. You know this isn’t true.

“This little girl has indeed done the Moonveil pack more harm than good.”

“Nothing progresses in her hands, just trouble and chaos.”

Elder Mira turned to him. “Alpha. What is your judgment on this?”

He took a long breath, I could see the hesitancy on his face.

Then he turned to me.

And looked me in the eyes.

Cold. Distant.

As if the night before had never happened.

“By the decree of the Elders… Silver Colt, you are hereby banished from the werewolf world and I also reject the bond or anything we ever shared.”