CHAPTER 2 - I FOUND MY TOY.
Alpha Warren Lucas's POV
I have never hated anything more than this stupid selection I am forced to partake in.
For the past five years ever since my twenty fifth birthday and fifty second victory of the fifty two battles that I have gotten into, Nanny Deliana, my grandmother decided that it was the best and only compromise I could make since I didn't have a Luna yet.
"You could find a worthy Luna or maybe your mate during it", she had said after threathening me to die without seeing her great grand child.
Not like I blame her though, her only son and former alpha had died in an ambush with his wife, leaving me to succeed immediately I clocked eighteen.
But I was always ready. I was born and raised as an alpha, so nothing ever proved difficult for me except escaping the topic of getting a mate or at least someone who would bear me a son.
"The males in our lineage do not live long. Someone has to succeed you", she would always say and now, here I am being forced to let girls who think they own the world try to get into my bedroom.
Never.
Although being chaste doesn't appeal to me, sleeping around repulses me, so I just go with the lesser inconvenience.
"Today is the first day for the selection and a total of twenty four girls have been chosen based on the data of those who made it to the last stage of the last selection" Nanny says, but I can't be too bothered to give her my undivided attention.
She knows that much and that is why she is smoking her tobacco to keep herself distracted.
I sign the last paper to finalize the papers for the new mansion I bought for Nanny Deliana.
After rare jewelries, houses are her second obsession that sometimes I wonder why she didn't pursue a carrier in real estate.
This is a yearly effort at bribery, so she can get over the fact that I will not find a wife this time as well.
I have no plans or interest in it and if anything does happen to me as she fears, the beta will take over.
Keegan is more than capable of ruling this kingdom, and I trust him.
"Were you listening to me at all?", nanny asks me when she notices that I am done and with a sigh, I stand up and walk to her.
"Nanny, I promise to find a wife when I am ready. One that would be strong enough to rule the world", I swerve my seat to the right and get up.
"Don't pull my legs Alpha Warren and man up."
"Why? You don't think I am man enough because I haven't slept with a woman? Come on, you're being unfair."
"Then prove yourself if you do not want me searching around for potential young men come next year."
"Nanny!"
"What?" She puffs the smoke from her tobacco, "are you really gay?" she asks with a bewildered face as if she has had her suspicion.
"May the moon goddess forgive this sin that you have committed against the Alpha."
"Amen, but are you gay? Do you want your beta? I wouldn't be judgemental, but has any soldier caught your eye?" She asks me non stop, but her eyes clearly judge me.
"I'll pick a mate from this selection and have a male child come next month." I tell her as I take quickened steps towards the door.
I can't deal with that accusation.
"Alpha Warren, it doesn't take until ten months for a woman to bet a child, so I guess you mean December, the last month of the year."
"Whatever!"
"Where are you headed by the way?"
"To pick a mate from the selection, I feel a sudden urge to bed someone", I tell her but she chuckles from behind me as if I had just said the most ridiculous thing.
"It takes some screening though to prove them worthy", she says and it's my time to chuckle.
"And who amongst your so called worthy ever reached my bed?"
A sigh escapes from her lips as I open the door.
But as soon as I do, I escape to the roof of the palace, there is no way I am hurrying down there and I know nanny would have dad's soldiers after me in no time, but until then, I get something to feed my eyes.
For the first time ever, a weak girl who is unwilling to attend the selection.
I know this because she appears to have passed out from the gas in the vehicle and that is usually the first step to excluding them from moving up the selection.
But that's not all, her wounded body as she is carried ever so lightly over the shoulder of one of the female soldiers.
My curiosity is more than heightened, and I find myself racing down the stairs to find her.
I can not pinpoint the reason yet, but I do know it is more than curiosity, especially after I select her.
Nanny is shocked and I hear a surprised gasp from Keegan, my bestfriend since birth and beta.
But that isn't what keeps my attention focused, it is the way she stared at me from the moment I came in. For some reason, she seemed fearless, as if she was braced for damnation.
But why?
Was there a misconception somewhere?
She appeared to have been in pain earlier, but I couldn't pinpoint why, because I know that Nanny would never pick someone that is not well fit.
All in all, she intrigues me and I will find out what about her does.
A third gasp comes from the girls, but the weird movement of her falling catches my eye.
Bruised all over and unkempt, I expect her to stand up and apologize or try to redeem herself, but none of that happens, rather she starts to appear stiff.
And instead of ignoring her like I would ignore any other lady, I am running to her side to check for her pulse.
"Call me doctor Killian and fucking clear this place, she's having a fucking seizure!" There seems to be a pause in time before they start moving around.
But every second counts.
My heart is racing seriously in a dangerous way.
I get the feeling that I will not let this end here if anything happens to her yet I've only just met her.
Doctor Killian joins us shortly after I insisted that she be treated in my room as it was closest to the selection area.
Despite her extreme weakness or act, whatever the case may be, I find myself wanting to get to know her.
What more is there to this weak and confused bruised lady, she looks like she's barely eighteen too.
Plus I had chosen her, I might as well continue with the act.
But first…
"Is she okay? What the fuck happened? Did the gas in the car do something to her? What the fuck is going on here?" I demand, because I know for a fact that ever since I set my eyes on her, I have been doing stuff I normally wouldn't do.
But that's only natural, she intrigued me and she will be my toy until I at least get tired of her.
That's all.
That's all there is to this.
Nanny places her hand on my shoulder and I feel myself relax naturally.
Nanny haven been my mother, father and grandmother all the same has had that effect on me since I was very much younger.
Then doctor Killian speaks.
"Do you for some reason doubt my skills? You'll never find anyone who has a similar skill the Pack's doctor, just so you know." He says as he adjusts his stethoscope.
"Stop being smug and get on with it!"
"Come on, it's nothing serious", he says and I roll my eyes.
"A fucking seizure is nothing serious? Are you kidding?"
It took her hours to come around, yet he is saying this.
"No I'm not and you, dear alpha king, how do you feel?"
"Asides from the great urge to murder you if you keep this up, I am my usual self", I tell him. Nanny turns her face away from me, but I do not miss the glance she and Killian share.
Keegan comes in as well with a huge smile on the face, but one look from me has him showing a straight face.
Why does it feel like these people know something that I don't?
That pinches my pride, so I turn to the one who is most at my mercy, tell me what the fuck is going on.
"I told you, she is fine and if you really want something, the seizure was caused by a sudden shockwave of activities in her brain but she will be fine over some…"
"Please don't send me to the wicked alpha, I will be a maid, Rose, Jeffery, please." The little one's voice comes with a hint of pain and helplessness that I find myself by the side or her bed studying her face and itching to wipe her tears.
Then suddenly, she opens her eyes with a gasp and scoots as far away from me as she can but I stand in a squat and still tower over her in a way that all she can see is the expanse of my face.
She closes her eyes and blinks rapidly for some five seconds as if she is trying to blink the reality away, then she goes on to pinch her cheek only for her to wince in pain and mutter, "this isn't a dream".
"Yes little one" I say as I lower my face to hers, "this is reality".
I notice her breath hitch as she looks back up at me.
But unlike the reaction I had expected, she goes on to a pleading spree, one that nanny would condemn right away because she hates the sight of weakness.
"Shhhh baby girl, I'm not the one you should be pleading with", I tell her, but she shakes her head in an almost violent manner in disapproval.
Some much balls for a weak person.
I smirk at her reaction which has further intrigued me.
The tears roll down the side of her face as she continues to shake her head.
"The sooner you accept it, the easier it will be for you."
"No, no please just let me go", she pleads in a weak voice, one that suggest that she is still in some sort of pain somewhere.
Then the image of her bruised self earlier imprints itself in my mind.
"Be ready to be my little toy because you fascinate me so well", I tell her with a smirk which dissolves into a straight face, one that everyone recognizes so well as I throw her cover off, revealing her bare body in the light gown the maid helped her put on.
I hear her teeth shatter and although I think it is too dramatic for a cold, I understand that everything about her is dramatic, so I turn to Killian.
I do not want to see any of this injuries when I am back. I tell him and I hear her sniffle.
Like who cries in a shiver?
"Don't let them hear your see you cry. Weakness means death here", I whisper in her ear and hear her gulp.
"Good girl", a wet kiss lands on the top of her ear and I wink at her before getting out of the room.
Keegan follows behind me and so does Nanny, but unto her duties and I do not stop until I have reached my study.
As soon as I take my seat behind the table I sat at just an hour ago, I let out a huge sigh.
Everything seemed to have changed inside of me since I set my eyes on her.
But it all looks the same on the outside.
I let out another sigh as I cross my legs.
"Do you feel something inside of you?", Keegan asks and I look at my hands.
Can he see it?
"Can you see the difference that I am feeling?", I ask him as I look up to his standing figure but he rewards me with a smirk which I immediately
"It's not so obvious, but I know that you do feel different. Do you know what that feeling is?"
"Why?", I ask but he smirks again, and as much as I want to wipe that smirk off his face, I hold it back in my fist as I remind myself of the wars I survived thanks to him.
"You will have to figure it out yourself then", he says and turns his back towards me, "I have a family to return to, so let's get this over with, he says as he turns back, picking up the map of the park we will be raiding soon.
I roll my eyes and and shift all of my emotions to the side. This is a one week battle and I have to be back for the ceremony in a week.
My mind wanders back to the little one as we go through the planning.
"Alpha Warren, bring your thoughts back there, although this is a small war, you need maximum attention", he says.
Then it clicks,
"I didn't get her name."
And as he does so, he answers the question he literally forced me to ask while my moans and screams are confused with eachother. "No one else fucking wants you", his moves are so tight and almost forceful that I can't help but wonder how in the world he still has all that stamina. "It hurts", I moan as I try to reach for his waist and push again, but he slaps my hands away and grabs my boobs. "Didn't you want it hard? I'm doing just that, or do you want me to leave? Did you have a change of mind?" His fingers are giving my nipples the tightest pinch they've ever gotten and his palms remain firmly pressed on my breasts. "You'll barely be able to walk when I'm done", he pauses as I start to feel his manhood harden and pulsate inside of me. Dripping hot precum also starts to coat my inside and mix with my wetness as he continues his movement. "And you know what will happen when I'm done?", through my glassy eyes, I notice the smirk on his face, "I'll take you again and again a
Heather With Mara gone, the estate felt peace and calm, like the storm had passed. Some funny thing is no one grieved over Mara's death, even though she was once the Luna. Even her son, Archer. Lucas never loved her in the first place. He softened to me and more wary of letting fear rule him. Our bond emerged stronger for enduring the trial. Together Lucas and I slowly mended torn relationships throughout the pack, reassuring all of our peaceful intentions. Keegan’s wisdom and discretion proved invaluable in maintaining stability through the transition. And Alex’s calm strength gave me courage when threats of fresh dissent arose. He would make a fine leader someday, if we could break the bleak cycle of suspicion and isolation. Archer remained more inscrutable, keeping his own counsel for a time. But Alex's tireless faith seemed to gently erode his walls. And seeing Lucas choose unity over vengeance clearly gave him much to ponder internally. I hoped in time the seeds of healing
Archer's POV The commotion in the hallway drew everyone's alarmed attention from the dinner table. Shouts echoed, then Keegan appeared supporting mother's distressingly still form. Dark blood stained her robes and face."What has happened?" Father demanded, rushing over with the others. But none needed ask as the gruesome truth became painfully clear. Mother had taken her own life, reasons unknown. An icy void opened within me. I know why. She chooses this for herself.In the chaotic hours that followed, I retreated numbly to the solitude of the grounds, tormented by guilt and questions. What had driven the proud Alpha female to such an extreme end? She had appeared the very picture of health mere hours before at dinner. Nothing made sense.Over the next harrowing days, the murky circumstances came to light under Keegan's discretionary investigation. Among mother's things he uncovered incriminating letters - one for father pleading again to cast out Heather before she destroyed him.
MaraBitterness churned within me as Lucas welcomed Heather back so readily after all the grief her disappearance caused. She had stolen his affections from me long ago with her bewitching powers, and now the spell was cast anew despite my warnings. Lucas was blind in his obsession once more.I would not let her destroy my son again. Since reasoned arguments proved futile, more duplicitous means were required. I slipped tiny portions of monkshood tincture each day into Heather's wine at dinner, under guise of graceful hospitality. Just enough to make her sickly, not draw suspicion. Soon parallel symptoms began appearing in my soft-headed son as well - fatigue, headaches, fits of anger. But it was necessary collateral damage to free him from her toxins. Once weaned off her presence, Lucas would regain his senses. I remained vigilant for any opportunity to administer larger, more disfiguring doses when the time was right.But fate conspired against me when Archer noticed his ailing fat
LucasThe long road of recovery thereafter was its own grueling nightmare. My own weakness disgusted me. But Heather and Alex stayed steadfast through every faltering step, humiliation, and defeated curse. Their faith fueled me like oxygen to resume the fight each day. Leaving the bleak hospital at last to continue healing surrounded by family brought profound peace. Despite my grandmother's lingering wariness, she and Mara welcomed Heather back graciously. The circle had held through our darkest hour.My body gradually mended, though the leg brace and cane still left me reliant on others' assistance shamefully often. But Heather never allowed me to slip into despair, staying bright and gently scolding when I cursed my feeble condition too harshly. Her inner light sustained me, even through my blackest moods.Alex too helped ease the restlessness, smiling encouragement through each halting mile walked together around the grounds. In his eyes I glimpsed again the heroic father I had p
Heather Everything happened so fast - the gun, Lucas diving to shield me, the deafening crack of the shot. Then Lucas crumpling heavily to the floor amidst the chaos, dark red blooming across his chest. The scream trapped in my throat escaped as a shattered gasp. I rushed to Lucas's side with Alex, pressing my hands desperately against the gushing wound. Lucas's face had gone pale and slack, barely conscious. "No no no, stay with me!" I begged him. Our surroundings faded away, Ian's deranged shouting, the sirens outside, everything but Lucas's dimming eyes locked on mine. "Heather...forgive me..." he rasped faintly, each word clearly agonizing. His hand found mine, grip feeble. "Tell...Alex..." "Shhh don't speak, save your strength!" I pleaded, tears blurring my vision. But his eyes slid closed, body going limp. "Lucas! Lucas please!" My broken sobs echoed in the sudden quiet.Everything after became a hellish blur - police and paramedics storming in, Ian screaming threats and cu