Traded To The Faceless King - Werewolf Special

Chapter 8 Ivy

While following her, some werewolves, obviously members of the pack, came by us, paying respect to Ivy as we walked on, until she suddenly stopped at a door. "For now, you will be staying here," she declared.

I was confused. What did she mean by "for now"? "Let's get in," she added, noticing my silence, and I followed her inside.

"Wow," I exclaimed, surprised by the grandeur of the room. "It is awesome and huge, right?" she declared, starting a friendly conversation.

"Yes," I replied, though the words of Willow still lingered in my mind, making me feel uneasy.

Ivy is a Gamma, and Willow is Valtor's kid sister or maybe junior sister as she claimed. With the way they relate, their bond is deep. If I get on the bad side of Willow, it's just a matter of time before Ivy, who is acting all friendly, turns against me.

"You are strangely quiet, Miss...." she trailed off, waiting for me to complete my name.

"Ember," I called out. "Just call me Ember," I added.

"Well, I can still get away with calling you that, pending the time being, Ember," she replied with a smile. She's just about the same age as me.

"Can you have a seat?" she offered. "Let me check the state of your wound.”

I followed her instruction, sitting down just as a knock on the door broke the silence. "Mrs or miss, I don't know which one to call you yet among the two, because I'm as confused as Beta Willow," she declared, her brow furrowed in confusion, catching me off guard.

So, Willow is a Beta, I thought to myself. That isn't surprising, given her brother's status as an Alpha. She must also be formidable.

"So, Willow is a Beta?" I finally asked aloud, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"Yes, she is," she replied.

"That shouldn't sound surprising to you," she added, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Alpha Valtor is her senior brother."

"Yeah, it's not," I replied cautiously, still thinking through the complexities of the situation.

"So, which of the two - Mrs or Miss?" she asked, a playful glint in her eye.

"Just call me Ember," I replied.

She turned to the door, her hand on the handle. "Should I let her in?" she asked, her tone neutral.

"No problem," I nodded.

She opened the door for the visitor. "Ma'am, this is the box you told me to bring," the visitor announced, holding out a small first-aid kit.

When did she request a first-aid box? I wondered. Then I recalled her pressing her phone as we walked in - that must have been when.

"Let me check," she murmured, carefully opening the plaster on my forehead. I winced slightly in pain.

"I apologize," she said softly, noticing my discomfort. "I need to apply this ointment to your wound. It will help it heal faster and prevent any scarring."

"Okay," I agreed, as she began the process.

"So, you must have thought it was another person Valtor was supposed to bring?" I asked, attempting to steer the conversation towards the earlier confusion.

She paused, her eyes locking onto mine. "Yes," she admitted.

"I'm sorry," she continued, her tone apologetic. "I thought King Valtor would be getting mated to Alpha Jack's daughter to solidify the deal, but I guess I was wrong." She resumed her task, adding, "That's why I was trying to confirm your status - Mrs or Miss."

"I see," I replied, my voice neutral, choosing not to elaborate or reveal too much.

I couldn't risk telling her about my weakness and how I ended up as Valtor's mate. If she knew the truth, she might instantly hate me.

"I am done," she announced with a bright smile, snapping me out of my thoughts and back to reality.

Moments earlier

Faceless King POV...

"How about you just shut up and listen carefully to me, rascal?" I declared, annoyance evident in my voice.

"Okay, I'm listening," she replied. "You went to the Firepack to get mated to some low-life alpha's daughter just to seal the deal. You found out she's pregnant - more like, you found out she was already pregnant even before you left here because I already knew..." She paused, as I was taken aback that she finds out. I chose to remain silent.

"Then you chose not to take her as your mate again, but settled for her servant," she continued, her tone serious.

"That's the worst decision I've ever seen you make, settling for a floor-level lady," she added, her disapproval clear.

"Who told you she's a servant?" I asked, my tone stern.

"Stop trying to protect her, brother," she retorted. "I have my own sources."

"She's the servant of Harriet and also the rejected soon-to-be mate of Harry... I know that much," she revealed, her eyes narrowing.

"How is that your problem?" I asked.

"What's my problem is you choosing a rejected mate of a lowly werewolf," she replied, her voice rising in indignation.

"And the worst of all was when you said you were taking Harriet as your mate. You said she'd be a toy in your hand, but now with Ember... it's obvious you love her. Well, let me not be faster than my shadow to think I know you completely. But trust me, you have feelings for her. If not, you wouldn't be defending her like this in my presence," she observed, her tone laced with conviction.

"Little Rascal," I replied, smiling. "You don't get it, do you?"

"Get what?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

"I may have known her before I left here, but the moment she approached me from behind, my wolf reacted to her wolf, saying she is the one." The moment I uttered those words, she looked at me in shock.

"Still, regardless..." she began.

"If you don't love Ember, I don't think she'll be comfortable in this pack," I interrupted, my tone serious. "And trust me, I know you can do worse to her without my knowledge or attention. So, I'm asking you this as your senior brother, who doesn't want to use authority to coerce you. She is no longer a servant but now my Luna, which automatically makes her powerful and someone to be respected by you."

She looked taken aback by my words. "Seriously, I didn't hate her, but you know my phobia for lowly people," she replied.

"She is not lowly as long as I am still alive," I countered firmly. "So, respect her, and she will do the same, because she is naturally humble, unlike you."

She raised an eyebrow at my tone. "Come on, baby sis," I added, half-jokingly.

"I am not your baby sis," she replied firmly, making me chuckle.

"Trust me, you'll find her quite interesting and lovely," I said, smiling.

She looked at me with newfound curiosity. "I never thought your wolf would finally choose a woman after your last heartbreak that made you lock your heart to love."

I frowned, disapproving of the topic. "I don't want to remember that," I said curtly.

"I'm sorry," she apologized.

"It's quite astonishing, the legend about our family bloodline, mostly those who have the power of an Alpha, wolf choosing a mate. Using the slang, 'She is the one,' is actually true to begin with?" she mused, her eyes sparkling with intrigue.

"I am surprised as you are, then," I said, chuckling. "In fact, the voice of my wolf sounded more like a human when it uttered that slang. So, that's why I chose her as my Luna. An inauguration ceremony will be done to announce her to the pack as their Luna."

She raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in her voice. "But then again, we may be quite young when Father died, but Father didn't get his mate by his wolf talking to him."

"Because all the alphas who get their mate like that get it written down in the Legendary Mate Book," she continued, "so Father is not among them. Which means, fate can't hold you. If you don't love her, you don't have to marry her."

She suddenly stopped searching my face, her expression thoughtful. "I am very sure some of these alphas who never wrote anything in the book will have rejected the mate chosen for them by their wolf because they didn't love them. Even Dad may be included," she declared.

"You don't have to worry about my love life, whether I love her or not," I replied, my tone firm. "You can leave… I need to attend to some important issues."

"Mr. Smith. Did not arrive with you. Did he went to somewhere?" she asked.

"He is dead" I replied as she was taken aback in shock. A shock that suddenly allowed tears to gathered in her eyes. Even though she is strong she is still a woman after all. She may be strong and may likely hide her tears when she is in the public but not with me. Tears flowed out of her eyes on their own accord.

"What of Logan, Isabella, Feyo and the rest?" She asked her voice cracky.

"They are all Dead. None of them survive the hit" I replied, that moment she broke down to the marble floor as her leg get heavy to even carry her.

"I should have known when I saw only three of you came back". She declared weeping.

I stand up back from the seat I am now already sitting on and walked over to her. "Take heart" I replied trying to sound comforting.

She mentioned only Logan among the men for some reason. "Who did it... The Firepack?" She asked looking into my eyes as this time. The crying baby Willow has disappeared what I now see is the fierce Willow looking like a woman who only taste after blood.

"Calm down" I replied. "First of all. I need to first kill that Fire servant you brought before I proceed to the pack to kill the rest of them with my guards" She declared as she tried to stand up but I hold her down.

"Don't stop me". "You can't get your revenge because all the Fires are dead including Alpha Jack. Except for some few that get to escape" I explained as she calm down in shock of the revelation.

"If not for me protecting the Fire servant as you claimed that you want to kill. She will already be dead".

"She also lost many of her friends," I added.

"Who did it?" she asked, her voice laced with urgency. "I was too blind with anger and pain to think the weak Firepack could do something like that," She admitted.

"The culprit or pack is not yet known, but it must be one of my numerous enemies," I replied.

"They hired assassins to pull it off... the Shellers," I explained further.

"The Shellers..." she trailed, as if trying to remember something.

"I'll be back," she said, standing up and heading for the door.

"Call Rho and Ravan on your way back," I instructed.

"Noted," she replied, the sound of the opening and closing office door following her exit.

"How is Ember doing?" I wondered, a sudden thought creeping into my mind. I hoped Ivy was keeping her company. I chose Ivy as Ember's personal assistant due to her personality. Ivy was one of my most loyal and formidable subordinates.

Despite her constant smiling and pretenses of weakness, avoiding fights like a scaredy-cat and sticking to treating, when I saw her fight once, she was on a whole different level entirely, which earned her a rapid promotion to Gamma," I recalled. "Every pack member was shocked, and, of course, she went back to acting weak. She's the perfect assistant for Ember, who always claims to me she's weak. Ivy can build a bond and relate well with Ember since she's good at acting weak."

"I'm sure the rascal Ivy is probably telling her she's as weak as her," I chuckled at the thought.

The door opened, revealing Willow, Rho, and Ravan. It was time to get busy with some serious s**t…