His Missing Luna

CHAPTER 68

SILVERCREST WOLVES

KIZZIAH

I still can’t find the lady since I came to the pack. I wonder if she has left or is dead. Or she could be avoiding me. I can’t ask after her for fear Alpha Malachai would hear and become suspicious.

I try to mingle with the people, but they always keep their distance. Their alpha must have told them to stay far from me. Or they are just being their reserved selves.

We are on borrowed time. Nathan Hunt still has Jessica, and her eighteenth birthday is fast approaching. Two weeks, if what the lady had said is true. If we don’t get Alpha Malachai to be our ally, Nathan Hunt could come for me and my pack. His words and expressions didn’t look like someone who was joking. Especially since my plan to kidnap her failed.

I need Alpha Malachai to respond quickly and positively to my proposal. Once he becomes our ally, Hunt won’t come for me. Nathan Hunt won’t dare attack the Silvercrest pack. No one dared to do so. They and their wolves are blessed with powers from the goddess, making them superior to all other wolves. That’s why I counted myself lucky the day I found the lady with Jessica in the forest near my pack.

No one dared attack the Alpha King himself, and I didn’t just find any Silvercrest wolf—I found the princess of the pack.

FLASHBACK

On my way from visiting a neighboring pack, I saw a blur of movement in the trees. Dark hair and a masked face trying to hide behind a tree in the forest.

Thinking it was a rogue, my men and I dashed out of the car, heading after the person. We got there just before the person could slice open the throat of the little girl lying on the ground.

“Let her go,” I growled as we surrounded the person.

Rather than obey, the person attacked two of my men, but they quickly got the upper hand, holding both of the person’s hands to the sides.

I snatched the mask off the face and saw it was a woman.

“Who are you?” I asked, looking at the unconscious girl who was breathing softly. “Did you drug her, or is she asleep?” Something about the girl fascinated me. Her hair especially. It had a brownish-gold color that almost looked silver.

“It’s not important. Leave and forget you saw anything,” she replied, unafraid.

“I am the alpha of this pack. You’re in my forest and about to kill a little girl. I don’t think so.”

“It’s none of your business. Let me go,” she struggled against my men.

“Either you tell me, or I make you my prisoner before taking you to the Council and report this.”

She seemed to consider this and stopped struggling. “Tell them to leave me first,” she demanded.

“So, you can fight them again? I don’t think so. Talk.”

“I will only talk to you. Not them,” she jerked her head towards them.

I told my men to leave but stay close in case she tried anything. “Speak,” I ordered when we were alone.

“Do you know who we are? She and I.”

I looked down at the sleeping girl again. “You can tell me since you know.”

When she finished explaining, I knew I had to report this to the Council immediately, but she made me an offer. One that I could not refuse. My pack was already picking itself up from the years of my father’s mismanagement, and we needed a boost.

I needed the boost. The packs around us refused to help us, even with training our warriors. Having the child of the king in my home was the best thing to happen to me.

A Silvercrest wolf was worth more than three truckloads of precious stones.

Better still, as she suggested, the little girl could become my son’s mate. Once that happened, not even her father would be able to separate them.

They would have had pups with the power of the Silvercrest wolves. Grandchildren of the Alpha King.

Now that is power at its best.

Before parting ways, she left with one condition—the girl was never to be touched until she turned eighteen.

Everything was going perfectly until that damn alpha showed up and claimed Jessica as his mate.

PRESENT

That’s why I am here, trying to salvage things and hope the Alpha King would give the help I require of him. Probably after the pack run.

Voices reach my ears, bringing me back to the present. A group of three young women are discussing the pack run. Their excitement shows in how their faces light up as they speak. Their giggles fill the air, the excitement obvious in their tone and volume.

I wish I could see this in our next pack run. Hear my members talk happily about it and how they enjoy the thrill of me leading them. But, it’s a wish that can never happen.

My pack knows I don’t do happy. Even before my father gave me the pack, it was already known that I wouldn’t be different from him. Though I didn’t mismanage funds, I ensured my family and I had the best. Only the best.

The pack had what they needed, but never as much as we used, both in quality and quantity.

My reason for doing this was because I had a huge ace up my sleeve. A secret I commanded every member of my pack never to tell anyone.

I watch as the ladies leave and cast a look towards the training field where intense training is going on. That’s when I see an annoying sight—Saul flirting with a female.

I roll my eyes in frustration, but I can’t blame him. I pulled him along, and he probably needs a break. Yet, not to the extent of getting us caught.

Just as I am about to send a link to him, a hand grabs my wrist and jerks me back, pushing me into my room and smacking me hard against the wall.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” The voice and face, still the same growls at me.