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Mark’s POV:

“Where is she?” I bellowed at the top of my voice to my mother and sister who just looked on at me like I was spewing gibberish.

They exchanged meaningful glances with each other and then my mother began taking slow precise towards me as she spoke;

“She left. She was taken away by the Alpha of Red rose pack.” Her voice sounded squeaky, shaky even and with the way she rushed out her words, it was almost obvious that she was scared of what I could do.

“And why would he take a slave from my pack without my consent?!” I snarled, baring my teeth.

The next words mother spoke sent me staggering a few steps backwards in both anger and hurt; “we think they’re mates, they had this pull that was obvious so we let her go.”

My anger flared at the thought of Phoebe being in the arms of another man. She was my mate for god’s sake!

“I still don’t get why you’re this pissed, I thought you’ve always wanted her out of here!” Sasha mumbled under her breath. 

Most times she was so dumb that I wanted to strangle her, and this was one of those ‘sometimes’ Her nonchalance irked me, even the way she looked up at me confusedly irritated me to no end.

To worsen the situation, the fact that Phoebe had been given a second chance to find a partner irritated me. What happened to me?

I only rejected her a few days ago so why the fuck is the moon goddess this fast about pairing her up?

My heart burned at the fact that it was my mother and sister that had literally pushed her into the arms of Alpha Kingston simply because they couldn't live without hurting her. They derived so much pleasure from inflicting her with pain, and now see where it has landed us?!

I blamed myself too for never trying to stop them whenever they hit her in the past. I never really did because I felt I didn’t want her. I hated her status and only liked her for her body; and so I never really cared about what they did to her.

But now I did.

“I still don’t get why you’re this worked—” Sasha started but was immediately cut off by mother’s loud and sharp voice.

“We’re genuinely sorry!”

I looked between the both of them in something akin to disdain but quickly shook my head as I resumed prancing the room.

My mind was conflicted and right now, I didn’t even know how or where to begin sorting all of my problems from. I

My first challenge was Phoebe and the need to bring her back here. I needed to get her back in this pack regardless of how much it took me.

I couldn’t imagine her away from here, especially not in Red rose pack; that pack was too powerful to be messed around with and certainly didn’t need a force like Phoebe’s for they would become unfilterable.

The fact that Phoebe was the daughter of the fearsome Alpha Caesar surprised me even more. I had always thought she was the daughter of a commoner in Alpha Caesar’s burnt down pack, not knowing that she had royal blood in her.

Alpha Caesar was a very powerful man while he was alive, and it is rumored that he had passed on most of his strength to his only offspring- Phoebe, which was probably the reason she had this daring nature and a very powerful aura about her that I had never been able to understand.

I had always known that the girl was special from the very beginning. There had been this thing about her that captivated me right from the onset, I wasn’t sure if it was her grace or the way that she carried herself that drew me in but I knew I was hooked.

I only began to distance myself when I discovered that I normally should not have anything to do with a slave. The distance widened over the months and before I knew it, I began to despise her.

“Fool.” I mumbled to myself whilst tugging at my now untidy hair which had lost its usual sleekness due to incessant pulls. I had allowed myself to be ruled by others’ judgment; allowed my mate to slowly grow to hate me, and not I was to be blamed.

“I don’t know why you’re this worked up but I think you need to calm the fuck down!” Sasha snapped sassily. I noticed mom glaring hard at her as if in a bid to shush her but the big mouth continued talking anyways;

“It’s not like you’ve ever liked her, but now that you’ve learnt that she’s been taken away by someone else you’re acting all haywire, spitting coal and brimstone simply because of what?”

“Shut up Sasha!” Mom yelled, but she was ignored.

I wanted to smack her hard across the face, at least maybe that would make her a little less spoiled than she already was.

I took predatory steps towards her and my anger flared when she didn’t even try to back away. Initially I planned on doing nothing to her, probably just warn her or something along those lines but her show of power irked me.

In anger I grabbed at her upper arm in a very tight grip, tight enough to hurt her and smirked inwardly when I saw her face scrunch up in pain.

“I do not care about what you think, or about Phoebe but I am sure as hell that you do not know that she’s the daughter of Alpha Caesar!” I spat in her face.

I could hear the muffled gasps escape their lips at the information and from the looks on their faces, it was obvious that they were just as surprised as I was when I learnt about her identity.

Alpha Caesar’s strength was unmatched and everyone knew about it. My father who was the third ranked Alpha in the region was always jealous of him.

My father, the sleek sly, had waited for years to take him out, and in a moment of Alpha Caesar’s weakness, we struck, killing everyone in his household and his pack entirely.

A slave had been brought back by our soldiers and according to them, she was spared because she was so beautiful, it would hurt to kill her.

Now, that slave is Phoebe, Alpha Caesar’s daughter, and as rumor would have it, she was just as strong as her father, if not stronger…