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Chapter 4

  • Anya's Point of View
  • "Lorraine, what happened? Why are they making a fuss early in the morning?"I
  • asked as I got out of my room. Lorraine looked at her with fear in her eyes.
  • "Luna? Why did you go out?" she said. "I suggest you should go back to your room," she added while clasping her
  • hands together. My forehead creased at her response.
  • "What is it?" I asked one more time when I heard crashing sounds in Marcus's office. I looked at Lorraine and saw her flinch. Marcus was
  • angry again. I couldn't help but sympathize with them because I know the feeling when facing Marcus's wrath.
  • "Luna, please go back inside. We'll take care of Alpha Marcus," Lorraine said while holding my hand, but they don't know Marcus as I do. I smiled a little and touched her hand.
  • "I'll go to him, Lorraine," I said."It's okay, and he won't lay his hands on me. Don't worry," I added and walked away. Marcus may be cold to me, but he never once hurt me physically, intentionally. I stopped at the front door when I heard him speak.
  • "Where are they!? I thought they'd come today?"
  • "Alpha Joseph canceled it, Alpha," I heard Arnold said."The rouges attacked them, and they need to reconstruct the damages they acquired," he added.
  • "Fuck! Leave, Arnold. I want to be alone," Marcus said. I commend him for being calm despite facing Marcus. "Continue to patrol around the border and report every suspicious move on me," he added. The door opened, revealing Arnold's face.
  • "Arnold," I call him quietly. He looked at me and smiled.
  • "I'll be leaving first, Luna. I need to go to my mate," he said. I nodded my head and watched him disappeared from my sight. I stared at
  • Marcus's office for minutes when I decided to enter. My palms began to sweat. I'm nervous because he's not in a good mood, and he's scary when he's like that. I turned the knob gently and pushed the door.
  • "What are you doing here in my office, Anya?" he asked while holding a bottle of whiskey. He had no emotion in his eyes. I bit my lower lip and trudged to his desk.
  • "I wanted to see you," I said, but all I got was a glare that made me flinched in my place. I averted my eyes to him. Why can't I get used to his death glare?
  • "I don't want to see you. Get out!" he angrily said. That caught me off guard. He was harsh again. I played with my fingers and stubbornly raised my head up high.
  • "But, I w-want to help y-you," I stammered. He scoffed and put the glass on the table.
  • "You really want to help me?" he asked in a monotone voice.
  • "Y-yes," I replied without the slightest bit of hesitation.
  • "Come here," he commanded. I followed him and walked towards him. I halted when I was in front of him.
  • "Sit on my lap," he ordered. I was surprised for a moment but sat on his lap with haste as I don't want him to get mad again. My back was
  • facing him while my hands trembled on my knees.
  • "Look at me, mate," he huskily whispered in my ear, sending bolts of sparks and fluttering butterflies in my stomach. I shivered when his hands traced my legs up to my waist. I turned around and saw him staring at him. My face reddened as I felt the bulge in his pants. I was about to turn my head away when he cupped my face and kissed me senseless. I moaned and grabbed his hair. I missed him so much. He carefully lowered the strap on my dress when the phone on the table rang. Marcus continued kissing me, but the phone kept ringing.
  • "Hello!? What do you need!? I fucking clearly told you not to disturb me!" he angrily said after answering the call. I adjusted the strap while blushing.
  • "I'm sorry, Alpha, but we found two dead bodies near in the lake, and you need to see this," I heard Arnold speak on the other line.
  • "Fuck!"Marcus cursed under his breath and ended the call. It was a serious matter.
  • "Marcus, "I whispered.
  • "Get off of me," he said. I quickly got up and backed away."What are you looking at? Get out of this room this instant," he added. I could see his hand were balled into a fist.
  • "Marcus, I heard what Michael said. I want to go with you," I
  • said. I thanked the Moon Goddess that I didn't stutter when I spoke. He stood up and went to me; his eyes were flaring with so much hate. He grabbed my shoulder.
  • "I told you to leave, right!? Are you stupid!?" he
  • shouted.
  • "I'm your mate and the Luna of this pack! I want to know everything," I
  • said, but he scowled at me and gave me a sardonic laugh.
  • "Luna? Hah! You wished, Anya," he said. I could feel my chest tightened because of the pain. I don't want to cry in front of him
  • anymore. His words felt like a sharp knife that he repeatedly plunged into my heart.
  • "Leave!" he dangerously said and pushed me away. I stumbled on my feet, but I hurriedly composed myself before leaving his room. My tears preceded to fall from my eyes when the door closed.
  • Minutes passed, I saw him left the office. I grabbed my jacket and followed him when I bumped into Lorraine.
  • "Lorraine, please. You have to help me," I said. Lorraine was a bit hesitant but decided to help me. We went out through the back door. I could her bones twisting and cracking, fur began to grow on my body, and I landed on the ground on all fours—my complete wolf transformation. We ran to the forest where Marcus went.
  • We hide behind a large tree when we saw Marcus and some of the warriors on the lake. There were two bodies on the ground, as Arnold
  • told on the phone. Marcus squatted down and examined the bodies. I saw him clenched his jaw and nodded his head to Arnold.
  • "Bring the bodies back to their families and give them a decent burial they deserved," he said. The warriors carried the dead in their arms and walked away. Marcus glanced around the place and pinched the bridge of his nose. He followed the warriors back to the packhouse. Lorraine and I looked into each other's eyes and went out of our hiding place.
  • We slowly approached where the body was lying earlier. I couldn't believe what I saw on the ground. It was a message, and it used the
  • warrior's bodies to write it down.
  • "Guess who was back, old friend?"