The Scored Luna Awakens

Chapter 5

Kieren’s POV

“A mind link just came from the border. Some of the warriors said that there is an intruder; a rogue female. She has no pack affiliation and claims not to be a spy, but that is to be proven,” my personal aide Alex said, completing his report.

The pen within my grasp was placed at the side of my table. I inhaled a deep breath; as an alpha to a large pack, there was really never a moment of rest.

I pushed myself up to my feet, half circling across my table and making a beeline for the door.

Following procedure, they were supposed to bring her to my throne room, so that was where I was headed. Alex dutifully followed beside me.

I thought it was business as usual; imagine my surprise at the roller coaster of emotions that hit me.

I had found my mate.

And out of the billion other women she could have been, she just had to be the spawn of the man I despised with every drop of blood in my body.

That night I knew I couldn't sleep.

My body rolled from one side of the king-sized bed over to the other, plagued by my thoughts. My wolf was riled up, nagging me to go to our mate, to release her from the cell, embrace her, and claim her as our own.

“She needs us, I can feel it.”

“Why are you resisting the bond? Go to her!”

“You'll regret this!”

My wolf fluctuated between pain and desperation, but I resisted my innate primal urges.

Her father had taken away my family, killed them in cold blood in front of me. It was a memory that still lurks in my mind and crawls into my nightmares from time to time.

Now that I had his daughter, I could use her as a means of drawing him out of hiding. Knowing that slimy bastard, even if I chose to attack his pack, he would just flee, taking only his family and saving his own skin. In the end, several innocent people would die, but the person I was after would definitely survive.

I was constantly thinking about how I would make him come to me instead, and now the opportunity had come to my door first.

His daughter.

There is no way that he won't do anything and everything to bring her back.

This was the only thought that allowed me to snatch a few hours of sleep. Then the next day, I was informed that his daughter was not eating.

“The food the servants brought to her both last night and this morning was untouched,” Alex told me.

I shifted away from my own food when I heard that.

“And you know why that is? Does she still think that she is within her father's territory?”

Alex's voice lowered a bit. “She says that she wants to see you, Alpha. It's about the mate bond.”

I went stiff all over.

“Fine,” I said tightly, abandoning my breakfast and heading over to the upper cell. There were two cells in the packhouse. Both of them were underground, but one was above the other. The lower cell, which was less maintained, was for horrid criminals and vile creatures who had lost every sense of right and wrong.

While the upper one was for those we believed could be recovered back into society. It was well maintained and in better conditions.

I entered and went to the end of the hall where there was one individual room, a special containment—the only one that had a bed frame and looked closer to proper living conditions than the rest of them.

I stepped in, not worrying about her trying to escape, because she already had one hand chained to the wall, which gave her just enough mobility to take about five steps from her bed but nothing more.

As soon as her scent hit me, my repressed wolf nearly rose up to the surface, but I was able to use my alpha aura to hold it back.

“I was told that you wanted to see me, and of course I could not deny the princess her request,” I said to her, sarcasm dripping through every word.

She looked at me, took a deep breath, and said,

“You're wasting your time keeping me locked up here.”

For some reason, it didn't sound like she was lying. I had an ear like that, trained on instinct, that could easily tell when people lied. Of course, there were some people so talented in this craft of deception that they bypassed my skill, but they were not many.

And I wouldn't be surprised if the daughter of that man was one of such people.

“What makes you think I'm wasting my time? My target is your father, and what other way of getting him out where I can sink my claws into him other than telling him that I have his precious princess?” This was the part where she was supposed to get scared and frightened. Instead, she started to laugh.

At least it sounded like a laugh, but it came out dry and bitter.

“It's just as I said before, you're wasting your time. My father would care more about a piece of gum stuck under his shoe than me. If you want to get back at him and you want to draw him out of the pack, trust me, I'm not the way to do that.”

“I'll be the judge of that,” I said, not falling for her lies. “What kind of father wouldn't care what his daughter is going through? Do I look like a fool who would fall for something like that?”

She really gave me a once-over from head to toe.

“Not really, but if you want to keep trying then go ahead. But don't say I didn't warn you.”

She laid down on the bed, and defeat filled the air hanging over her.

Was she really telling the truth?

Well, I had an ace up my sleeve to find out.

I walked over to her, grabbing her by her free hand and pulling her to a sitting position.

“Tell me then…” I said as my voice dropped, “would your father not care even if we sent your corpse to him?”