ESCAPE INTO MY LORD'S ARMS

Chapter3

David pov

I remained seated on my couch, my thoughts consumed by the woman confined within my pack. One aspect that perplexed me was her ability to heal me. Could it be that she possesses healing powers? Suddenly, I sprang to my feet as my phone erupted with a cacophony of ringing, coinciding with a wave of discomfort that washed over me.

Who is she?

Why do I feel drawn to her? She has to be punished, I don't care what impact she has on me.

The woman appears too young to endure the stigma of being labeled a murderer, yet I believe justice must be served. Just as I reached for my phone, the ringing ceased. With a frustrated sigh, I returned to my seat.

At that moment, the door to the living room swung open. The guard's face was devoid of expression, and my heart raced at the sight of his evident distress. A chill ran down my spine, and an unsettling feeling settled in my stomach.

"Lycan David, the woman who was brought in last night..." he hesitated, lowering his gaze to the floor. It became clear that he was withholding information about her, maintaining an unsettling calm.

He finally lifted his eyes to meet mine, though I partially averted my gaze. "What has happened to her?" I growled, my teeth clenched and fists tight with fury.

"She asked for water, but I denied her for hours, which caused her to faint."

My eyes widened in disbelief. I could not comprehend why her situation stirred such unease within me.

I stormed out of the room, my steps quick and purposeful as I headed toward the dungeon. My fists were clenched, and my jaw dropped in shock, my mind racing with troubling thoughts. A mere attraction to a murderer? This situation felt profoundly wrong.

The dungeon was enveloped in near-total darkness at that moment, making it difficult for me to see. I stood at the entrance, hesitant to step inside, and let out a heavy sigh as I shoved my hands into the pockets of my cargo shorts. "Activate the headlamp!" I muttered, my voice tinged with frustration and discomfort. As soon as the lamp flickered to life, its beam illuminated the narrow path leading to Lia's prison chamber.

"Alpha, the area is too disordered to allow you entry; I will handle this from here," one of the pack guards accompanying me said in a subdued tone.

"If there is any way to extract her without delay, I command you to do so at once," I ordered sternly, my gaze darting around the dungeon walls.

"Retrieve her now!" I exclaimed, my fist striking the wall in a fit of anger, a physical release for the frustration that had been building within me.

"Yes, lycan," he responded, hurrying into the main dungeon where she was confined. Moments later, he emerged, carrying her in a bridal hold. A chill ran down my spine, a profound connection awakening within me. My wolf instincts surged, creating a tumultuous feeling in my stomach, and with a shaky voice, I called out to the guards.

"Stop!"

I rushed toward the guards, who were nearly halfway out of the dungeon. "Mate! Mate?" I exclaimed, incredulous. It was almost comical, yet I found no humor in it. For over a millennium, I had awaited her arrival, and the moon goddess had finally granted me this moment.

As the realization struck that she was my long-lost mate, now reincarnated, I fell to my knees. I lifted my gaze to the ceiling, the guards still holding her aloft, as I offered my gratitude to the moon goddess.

The consequences of being without a partner for over a millennium felt akin to impending doom.

As the guards transferred the lady into my care, I escorted her to my chamber and gently placed her on the mattress, covering her with a duvet. I reached for my phone, prioritizing a call to the doctor; she required a medical professional to assess her health, as she may have inhaled harmful substances in the dungeon that could have affected her lungs.

My expression remained tense as I murmured to myself and paced the room, my fingers trembling as I dialed the pack doctor.

I glanced at the wall clock, noting that it was past nine. More than thirty minutes had elapsed since I requested the doctor's presence, and I found myself repeatedly checking on her, seeking reassurance that she was still alive.

"Lia?" I called softly, but received no reply. I lay down beside her, my hand resting on my stomach, staring at the ceiling as memories of our past together flooded my mind.

I began recounting stories from our history before her death, but my thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the loud crash of the door. It swung open violently, prompting me to spring from the bed and grab the sword resting on the nightstand. I was determined to protect her at all costs. Instead of confronting my twin brother with anger for his abrupt entrance, I chose to swallow my frustration.

Devon's eyes widened in disbelief as he beheld our mate lying peacefully on the mattress. I, however, was far from at ease with her tranquil state. “What if she is dead? No, that could not be the case.”

“Our mate?”

Is she the one, David?

He gripped the door tightly, a sarcastic chuckle escaping him as he reflected on the years we had spent searching for a mate. "We have found our mate, David," he stated, nodding as he staggered toward the nightstand.

"How could you not have realized she was our mate before you imprisoned her in the dungeon?"

"I truly didn't sense the connection until now," he replied, activating the lamp on the nightstand.

At that moment, a knock echoed through the door. Devon approached and unlatched it. A smile broke across his face as he turned to me and nodded. "Who is it?"

"It's the doctor!"

"Our mate will be alright now.”