Chapter 3
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Maverick's POV
A warm hand slid up my shoulder and over my chest.
The she-wolf, Layla…or Lana, was it? I couldn't remember, sent me her most seductive smile.
I didn't budge.
I wasn't in any way affected. If anything I was annoyed.
It had been like this lately.
If it was last year, in this exact situation, I'd be tangled up in my sheets with her. But things had changed. Started slowly, then all of a sudden she didn't interest me anymore.
And not just her, all other she wolves.
Their flirty gazes didn't turn me on anymore.
I no longer fancied the feel of their hands on me.
But I still craved.
Not just the fleeting satisfaction they brought…but a different kind. One that came with the feeling of fulfillment and inner calm.
They didn't offer that.
They were only so willing to warm my bed because I was the alpha.
Layla…or Lana, seeing I wasn't in the least bit moved by her failed attempts at seduction, huffed in annoyance.
“Alpha…it seems you're not really in the mood today” her voice smooth as silk. She slid down to her knees and looked up at me through her lashes. “Why don't I-”
“Alpha,” my werewolf soldier stood at the door. He froze instantly and quickly dropped his gaze. “Forgive me, I didn't know you were busy-”
“I'm not, what's the message?”
“The soldiers are heading back.”
“Good, let's go.”
I walked out, leaving Lara to murmur to herself.
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The sound of my heavy boots echoed through the hallway as I headed into my throne room, two soldiers trailing behind me.
It had been one week.
One week since I sent my wolves out to track the spies that had dared infiltrate my territory.
There were four, three had already been killed, the last one was skilled. He'd dodged almost all the attacks and had managed to evade my strong soldiers, but they'd finally caught him.
I'd draw every last bit of information from him before I left my soldiers to finish him off.
“Alpha Maverick”
I snapped out my thoughts.
The werewolf bowed before me, showing respect.
He was one of my soldiers…didn't know his name.
There were too many anyway.
I only knew the names of my highest ranking soldiers, but even theirs slipped out of my mind occasionally.
“What is it?” I turned to him.
Better be something important. I was in no mood for unnecessary talks.
“We just received news from the wolves you sent after the spy. They've caught him.”
I stared speechless.
“What?”
The young werewolf raised his eyes hesitantly before quickly dropping his gaze.
“I said the wolves you sent-”
“I heard you. I'm not deaf…this is the second message I'm getting on this issue today. How is this possible?”
The soldier looked as confused as I was.
“I need the wolf in charge of this operation here now.”
In a few hours all my soldiers had returned.
But there was a misunderstanding. The two search teams had each caught a spy.
So one of them was innocent.
The heavy dungeon door groaned loudly as I pushed it open.
Heavy, centuries-old timber. No prisoner could escape it.
The first suspect looked everything like a spy.
Dark sunken eyes and scrawny hair.
He held his side, where my soldiers had delivered a powerful attack.
He couldn't meet my gaze.
No one could.
Being a half Lycan gave me oppressive alpha energy. Wolves bared their necks in my presence.
They knew who was king. I didn't even have to speak.
The next suspect was…
A girl?
I opened the dungeon door and stepped in.
Her shoulders tensed up instantly.
She stood upright.
She had the fullest mass of brown curls I'd ever seen. Some curly strands fell over her face, framing it gently.
It was wet at some ends, so the curls stuck out randomly.
But what caught me the most were her eyes.
A mix of healthy green and brown.
Like a forest thriving.
Strangest eyes I'd ever seen.
I took in her haggard form. Worn, wet hoodie over the dullest jeans I'd probably ever seen.
You could tell it was once blue…now it was more like grey.
Her shoes had to have seen more in life than her. The sole was worn thin and dirt coated it all over.
Her laces were even mismatched.
And did she ever eat? I could probably snap her wrists with just four fingers…maybe three.
Her skinny frame couldn't possibly handle any weight, so the chances of her being a spy was pretty low.
But then spies were masters of disguise. They could play any role, look any how to get their job done–
She clutched her side.
Got you
Injury to the side like my soldiers said?
She was definitely a suspect. Almost deceived me with the poor and helpless look.
Taking a step forward, I locked eyes with her.
She sucked in a silent breath and stood even stiller. Her skinny fingers fiddled blindly with the hem of her hoodie.
…She didn't look away.
Annoyance rose in my depths.
She sure had some audacity.
She didn't have any smell, so I couldn't tell her rank in the werewolf hierarchy.
She hid it perfectly well, typical for experienced spies.
My soldiers distanced themselves behind me as soon as my Alpha aura surged through the room. They could barely stand it.
She breathed nervously…
She…didn't react?!
Just stood shivering, with her fake helpless look still plastered over her being.
How?!...
She wasn't an alpha…alphas couldn't hide their aura or scent. They were born to be leaders, not hide.
But even if she was an alpha, I was half lycan, I surpassed them.
So how was she still standing?!
Staring back at me with her provocative eyes?
She was meant to be on her knees, begging!
The weight of my alpha aura was that strong. I'd watched powerful wolves…fearless alphas…experienced warriors drop to their knees before me…so how?!
How was she still standing?!
My guard was up immediately.
She had to be dangerous — very.
Maybe she was a witch? Those cunning beings somehow always found a way to maneuver through difficult situations. But even a witch didn't stand a chance before a lycan alpha.
This girl…whatever she was. Was not good.
Something had to be done immediately. She'd done nothing but stare back, but I could sense she was a potential threat to not just me, but my pack as a whole.
At that moment I decided her response would determine whether I let her live or ended her on the spot.
“Who are you?”
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