Chapter 4
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I tried to hide the anxiety that had begun to rise inside me as we walked back to the pack house, I wrapped my arms tightly around him with my head pressed against his chest as he carried me like I weighed nothing.
Why did I feel so calm in his arms? Why was the ruthless Alpha, willing to help me?
So many questions filled my mind as we turned through the hallways that led to the end of the large building that had belonged to Alpha Cyril, and the rest of his family.
Glancing side to side when we walked away in silence I prayed Kieran doesn't find me with his uncle in such a compromising situation. The other guy followed behind us, tapping away at the cellphone in his hands with reckless abandon.
When we'd gotten to the only room that stood at the edge of the house, he pushed the wooden door open with a loud creak as he turned back to face Ragnar.
“Would you be needing anything, Alpha?” he asked.
“i won't be needing anything for now. But, when I do, I'll let you know." Ragnar gritted out when he turned to leave, but the alpha spoke again, ”Don't stray off the pack grounds, Lysander.”
The man he called Lysander, nodded before he walking away, when the alpha also turned on his feet, gripping me tight as he made his way into the room. I glanced at the bland wallpaper merely accentuated by the velvety bookshelf nestled nearby. The room was a subtle contrast to what I'd imagined for a man of his status.
Gently, he dropped me to my feet then he moved to the side, settling himself at the edge of the four poster bed, right in the middle of the room. I faltered, curling my toes when I focused my eyes on them in embarrassment.
I didn't know what he had in mind or why he brought me to his room, I was utterly confused and flustered.
“Sit, please. I'd like to have a talk with you, if it isn't too much to ask.” Ragnar muttered when his brows furrowed.
“My....My clothes are wet.” I mumbled out.
“It doesn't matter, please sit. I'd call to have new ones brought over for you.” he smiled at me, his eyes holding warmth and comfort.
"No, no no!” I flailed my arms, “It's fine, thank you Alpha.”
Swallowing hard, he watched in amusement as I scurried over to a side, sinking down onto the soft mattress, feeling the fluffy quilt under my fingers.
“I'm sorry, I didn't know you were the alpha,” I hurriedly chipped in, wondering if he also had a punishment in mind for me too, for failing to acknowledge him earlier.
“Not many people know me. And, I don't care for the rules other mundane wolves adhere to.”
Confused I continued to stare at him, watching as he casually fiddled with the large ring on his thumb, with an insignia as he continued on.”
“What I mean is, I don't care for formalities. So, tell me, little wolf. What is your name?”
“Rowan.” I muttered.
"Mm."
His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, when our eyes looked I wavered, feeling a sense of uneasiness creep up my stomach. “Rowan. Do tell me, what family do you belong to?”
Wearing a scowl, I scoffed. His words somehow found a way to infuriate me, and for a moment, I forgot he was the alpha. “I don't know. I'm a wolf-less orphan in a pack where apparently, everyone wants me dead.”
“Easy, little wolf.” he chuckled at my tight expression.
Ragnar lifted to his feet, once he got right in front of me, he crouched low. His calloused fingers softly pushed my chin up so I could look at him.
“I didn't mean that as an insult, Okay? I don't seek to make you feel uncomfortable.”
I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. “Then, why do you have me here?”
Ragnar shrugged, his eyes glinted as a smile formed on his lips. “I just want to talk. But, for some reason, my wolf wants us to be near you. It's just to keep us calm from going back there, and ripping her head off her shoulders for daring to lay a hand on you.”
His words brought out mixed reactions from me; one was for his wolf wanting to be near me and the other was for saying he'd wanted to rip Selene's head off.
“Why would your wolf want to be near me?” I asked.
"Mate,” He growled out, his voice undulating.
He'd said them so casually with a shrug, I could almost feel a slight pang where an headache was starting to form. I felt dizzy and lightheaded from exhaustion, jerking myself away from him as I hurried back to my feet.
A mate? The same words Kieran had spoken to me, only to end up using me for his needs and dump me when he grown tired of me?! I scoffed. I had no mate, I had nothing. The moon goddess herself made sure to watch me wallow in misery, and I would not let myself be deceived once again.
“Thank you for saving me, Alpha. And I'm sorry, you're mistaken. I'm not your mate, and I can never be. Your wolf must have gotten the wrong person.” I seethed, my tone laced with pain.
"I'm not wrong, Little one. I can never be. I scented you, my wolf did too.”
He tried to move closer to me to give me some sort of assurance that he wasn't a threat to me but I cowered, watching a pained expression flash through his eyes for a brief moment, he staggered back away from me.
“You said it yourself, you don't believe in the moon goddess so why would you suddenly think she has a mate prepared somewhere for you and that mate, is me?”
Ragnar let out a sigh, “You're right. I don't believe in her. But I do believe meeting you wasn't a coincidence and we are somehow fated. If anyone deserves a chance at my side it's you. No one is fitting to be my Luna like you are. I want you, my wolf wants you. That's all that matters.”
His words shocked me. If anything, the sudden sensation of my heart melting and heat creeping under my skin when I suddenly felt butterflies in my belly were signs his words were starting to get to me gradually.
The calm way he spoke them, the deep timbre of his voice and the way he raked his fingers through his hair was all too enticing, but no. This was wrong, no. This was a mistake.
“Find someone else for that spot if you're so eager for a Luna.”
Ending my words brusquely I turned on my heels, fleeing his presence as fast as I could.
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