The Alpha’s True Luna

Chapter 5

~~~Jarvald’s POV ~~~

It's been hours since Morticia was brought to the castle, and hours since I last reasoned properly, my mind journeyed far and wide as I tried so hard to calm my rampaging thoughts. iI ad known Morticia as long as I had known Morgan. Held up by her immaculate behavior and her fierce stance when she's with a sword, I had tasted that myself; she wasn't an easy kill, not at all. Even with all that, it shouldn't have warranted murder. The pale face of Morgan comes flashing through my mind. With all this power, she must have been drawn to kill those beneath her strength.

The last time she was seen alive, she had made plans to see her murderer to tell her we had finally marked each other. She was so excited to finally let our relationship out in the air for everyone to know, and moreover, her sister, who had no idea that we were mated, knew she would be killed after giving the news. I bet she wouldn’t be so excited in the first place.

Gulping the last of my scotch, I toss the glass away as her corpse flashes in my mind. “You know, you could ease all this by seeing Morticia,” Amos said as he stared at the shattered glass, then at me. "She was brought here hours ago,” he added.

“I don't want to see her.” I lied. From what I knew, she has been questioned enough, but still hasn't accepted she killed her sister even when all was pointing at her. “Jarvald listen to her, she might be right”, the fact that he picks her side instead of mine amused me, all evidence pointed at her, even her parents confirmed she was a hot nut to crack,so her constant refusal and tolerance were her specialty “ she's a train killer bot, nothing affects her”, I replied, but Amos wasn’t convinced like I was.

“ Well, since she likes you, how about you ask her yourself, she could kill her sister just to be with you, she can’t resist if you ask her” he added.I had asked my subordinate to bring her to me, but just when she arrived the sudden urge to see her vanish, and I command she leaves, but Jeff had come reporting that she has refused to go back, even after being told to.

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There she was laying cold on the cement floor, close to the silver bars that were obviously roasting her skin, its a mess, had she been less violent she would be outside those bars, no wolf deserves to be this badly bruised. The poignant odor of blood fills the room, her clothes were stained with blood too, the bars had little piece of flesh on it, how violent was she?.

“Well she was desperate, for all i know she might be right” Amos said , walking closer to her, she squatted before her, then said, “ no she wolf has ever done something this crazy and came out wrong about it”, what ever Morticia must have thought were just instinct,I was mated to her sister, and I knew it, I felt it, but then looking at her makes my heart ache, with anguish and pity, I couldn’t help it and I hate the fact that I wanted her out of this misery so bad.

Beside me stood Amos, still surveying her. “Tell Jeff to take her out, back to her family, and get her treated as well,” I said, walking out of the cell. It was the dumbest thing I have said. I felt so, but my heart says otherwise, as a hint of relief eludes my aching heart. Whatever this foreign feeling might be, I will get to the bottom of it.

~~~~ Morticia POV ~~~~

The sound of distant whispers slowly pulls me out of darkness followed by the pitapat footstep that looms around me, everything seems so slow, it sound like echos, and i was deep in the ocean, maybe drowning, but then, the oceans doesn’t feel this rough and hard, as the rough surface makes my face ache, it felt sharp and piercing against my skin, making everywhere hurt so bad, i wished i was under the sea possibly drowning but definitely not here.

“What is she doing here?”

“ This is daughter of Lugar”

My eyes flutter open, after so many tries, I see foots before me all standing haphazardly, the blinding ray of light threatened my sight, everything seems blur, and painful, what am I doing here, am Idead, where am I ?, all these questions had no answers, except from the obvious I wasn’t in a cell anymore, and I am not dead, and that’s all I know, but why would Javald free me?

I make do to stand but the earth pulls me closer, not letting me go,everyone before me seems so terrified by my attempt as I watch them scamper backward, why ?, all of them stared at me with terror registered on their faces, it suffocates me , I hold myself up, with my hands looking down at the sandy ground I laid, then gently aching my head to the side, just to see the unimaginable, a carcass of dead animal close to a bin I was dump in the slumps, beside the road.

Scenes from my last encounters jitters in my mind. This is the height of it, I should have been killed rather than humiliated, this is the final straw for me, Javald must be feeling like a god just letting me go, after putting me through so much,not wanting to speak to me,yet command I be tortured, even when he was oblivious about everything, he still makes me pay the price of his doubt.

Falling to the floor again after so much struggle, I lifted myself off the floor, holding my upper body with my shaky hands as i tried putting my legs to work, but they were bruised as well, and equally tired, but laying here all day wasn’t an option, I needed to heal, I needed to go home, but then sadness settles back in my mind, no one believes me, not even at home, everyone despised me, they deemed me shameless they casted me away like trash they never needed.

Even when they weren’t aware of the truth, I finally stood to my feet. The world begins to spin, and I lose my footing as I plummet to the floor, bashing my head hard on the ground. A bolt of pain comes crashing down on me as everything becomes blurred. One more time, all I could hear were the echos of invisible bells and the darkness calling me again, but just when I thought it was my final call, I felt hands around me, lifted from the hard surface of the floor, then into the firm hand of a man.

I try peeking at his face through my wavy lashes, but I can’t see a thing as his frame remains unclear. Leaning closer, leaning closer i take in the scent of him, none like I have scented it; it smells calm and intoxicating. held unto it till everything faded away, is he the one?.