The Alpha’s True Luna

Chapter 4

My eyes flutter gently, trying to control the ray of light threatening my vision. The bar tops of the silver cage glimmer before me; for a moment it feels distant, then so close that it stands right before me, blinking a few times, and finally comes to an agreeable stance. My back aches from the hard surface coated with musty blood and cold water beneath me.

“Look here, princess; your hero demands your release.” A sharp groan piques my attention to a distant image of a man being kicked. Who might it be? A sense of novelty deludes me. Leaning forward, I see the unimaginable. A mighty thud batters my heart. Just seeing him badly bruised, he was made to stand on his knees. I could barely see his face with my hazy eyesight, but I could tell from where I lay that his eyes were swollen and his arms were tied to his back. What did they do to him? Why is he injured? How did they get him here?

“Lord Oscar?”

“Morticia…" His voice laced with helplessness, getting closer, I see veins popping on his forehead, his skin pale and almost lifeless, his eyes sore, petal red, poison! He has been poisoned, wolf-bane! How did they get him to take it? Lord Oscar was one of the strongest wolves and a mentor to a lot of soldiers; how dare they poison him? Wolf-bane was used for rogues and dangerous wolves; it rips the wolf apart before destroying it’s vessel. I could tell he had little time with the way he smelled.

“Let him go, please,” I said in a whisper, trying to lean on the silver bars for support as my body felt too weak to stand on its own. My hands and exposed thighs were victims to the bars burning their way through my skin, leaving me on the verge of pain, but the sight before me horrified me so much that all I felt was the pain of being helpless. “Let him go, please,” I voiced amidst tears and pain, but they paid no attention. Leaning forward, I stretched my hands out of the bark cage, trying to touch him, but it seemed so near at first but now so distant.

“ Please”

“ There, have him.”

Their leader stumped him; with his feet, he fell to the floor, coughing blood. They began to kick him all at once, till all that was heard were my plea and their loud curses. “Now he’s perfect, just the way we like him.” He was held by the chin and made to look up. “Now how does it feel to be kicked, old man?” A sudden slap slams quickly on his face, sending his head back down. “How strong do you feel now?”. Streams of tears found their way down my face as I stared at him. Everything felt fuzzy, my worlds over, right before my own eyes, “i love the look on your face now; you're not so confident after all”, looking back at him, he held a cocky smile, as he swung a dagger between his fingers.

“Look at you being punished for your sins.” Looking back, he flicks his fingers, commanding his subjects to walk outside, which they did immediately. Then he stares at me, mischief crossing his eyes, and says, “You killed your sister to take her mate.”

“I didn’t kill her,” I said. He smirks, bringing his dagger to a halt. “Oh, I know, you didn’t kill her, but no one will believe Morticia, not even the alpha, so die with it.” My heart skips just hearing his words. “What do you mean?”, “You don’t need to know, but I am so happy you get punished for rejecting me. You never acknowledged my effort to make you mine. Now I get to watch you die under my watch, and guess what”, he held my hands, piercing his dagger into my palm. The pain sent me screaming at the top of my voice till I couldn’t hear the sound of my scream, just the agonizing feeling of unbearable pain.

I could feel the knife at the back of my palm; he did the same with the other hands, then tossed them back at me. “I feel better causing you pain myself,” he giggled, obviously enjoying the sight before him. I watched him leave the room, leaving me in a pool of my blood, holding my bloody hands with the other. The pain was just too much to bear. I needed it to end so much. Everything hit me at once. I was being framed and tortured. Javald has no idea; he probably thinks I killed her too. I would never kill my sister, even if it meant saving myself, but why was I the victim here? Why am I being framed? What's my offense?

Amid the silent cries and wishes of sudden death,I hear a weak whimper in the empty room, which has caught my attention to the crawling man. Before me, Lord Oscar leaned on the bars of the cage. I had thought he was dead, but he wasn’t any more dead than he currently is. He doesn’t say a word; he just stares, looking at how badly he was bruised because of me. It kills me even more. I was close to death myself as the room became darker and blurrier. “Come here,“ he whispered. With great struggles, I crept closer. Each second of moving toward felt like I was crawling on hot nails, as my body felt too pained to be moved, but being closer to him in our final times was the only good thing that could possibly happen to me now.

“Find him; he will tell you everything,” he whispers. Confused, I attempt to ask, but my voice has been lost, and he is too weak to reply. Even if I had the strength to ask, he begins to cough once more. “Nothing is how it seems to be”, he said. Again, his weak words make me wonder who he might be talking about; he knows why things are not the way they seem, but whatever the answer might be, it all comes to an end now, as the light in the room finally turns to darkness, leading me into a land of nothingness.

It's all over now.