MATED TO MY TOUTURER'S SON

Chapter 3

After a really amazing bath, I was given fresh clothes to put on, and I went out like a light immediately. I laid my head on the extra-soft bed. Even with the thoughts of the arguments downstairs and all my worries, they all faded away in an instant and I had the best sleep I have ever had in months.

No nightmares or confusing flashes that I couldn't understand.

When I woke up, I was welcomed by Keiran's face inches apart from mine and his hands about to grab my neck. The sudden realization kicked in my reflexes and I pushed him off me with a scream.

He was obviously too big to be pushed that easily, but he backed up without hesitation. I was still trying to catch my breath when Alpha Luther came rushing into the room alert. He frowned when his eyes fell on me and then on Keiran.

“Keiran, what are you doing here?” he walked closer to us and eyed his brother suspiciously.

“What type of question is that? "She is my mate too, after all, and we were just catching up, right Athena?” he turned to me and asked with a subtle hint of threat in his voice. Luther looked at me too for answers and I just nodded. I was worried that Keiran might try killing me again in my sleep if I told him. I needed to be more cautious when I slept.

“I heard a scream then, why did you scream?” Luther pushed, still very suspicious.

I opened my mouth to speak, and it came out lighter than I planned. “I was just startled, I'm not used to waking up in these settings”, I lied and offered a small apologetic smile.

Luther paused for a second before replying, “It’s okay, I understand. Now that you're awake, and we are all three here, we can talk about how you ended up in the pack's dungeon for prisoners” He gave an encouraging go ahead and sat on the only chair in the room and Keiran just stood quietly with a blank face by the side.

I looked at the two nervously, reluctant to narrate my pitiful tale and I also didn't fully believe that they were not aware of their father's activities for two years. Someone here knew, and my obvious guess was Alpha Keiran.

“When I left earlier, I heard some loud talking downstairs, what was it about?” I temporarily changed the topic to calm my racing heart.

“It’s uhhh… it's nothing. Just some agitated pack members, I handled it”, Luther answered, but his eyes said that there was more. I didn't push it.

I took a deep breath and began narrating “It should have been around two years ago when I woke up in that cell. Besides that, I don't remember anything…” I started.

“What do you mean you don't remember? "You don't remember anything at all?” he asked in surprise.

“No, not completely. I obviously know how to speak, think and how my body works…all the natural things. But the memories of my life, my family and that day it happened feels completely sealed away. "Your father didn't believe me because he wanted some precious information about the whereabouts of my father”, I continued.

“Mr Faris? He was the pack's Beta, who was second in command to my father. "We were told he betrayed the pack by selling information to other packs and he and his family died while trying to escape punishment”, Luther explained.

I sighed and replied, “No, this wasn't a betrayal and I don't think my father is truly dead. "My father knows your father's biggest secret, that's why he was obsessed with finding him.

I didn't add that. I also wondered if he was really still alive. Why did he never come back to me? What about my mother? Was she dead too or still with him?

“Biggest secret, huh? What makes you so sure that a scumbag like your father didn't betray his Alpha? Scums like that still need to be hunted down and killed”, Keiran finally spoke up with a blank expression on his face.

I eyed him cautiously before looking away, “I don't know. Unless I somehow recover my memories, I won't know what really happened.”

I hated myself. When it came to saving my own life in that cell, my brain failed. I hated not remembering and would pray to whatever supreme being that could hear me that I wanted my memories back. Apart from it saving me from the claws of death, I didn't want to feel so lost anymore.

Now, I am out of that cell. Perhaps I could properly dig for the truth now and find a way to recover my memories. Mates or not, I wouldn't spare them for what their father did to me because he didn't spare me for whatever my father's sins were.

Once all my questions are answered, my plan for revenge will kick in with full force. I’ll make them all pay for everything.

It was why I couldn't show them I had such fire in me just yet. They needed to keep seeing me as a weak, fearful girl that needed their protection. That way, I could keep them closer and find out what they were planning easily.

Keiran was hostile towards me, but Luther was the perfect pawn.

“We are wasting our time here. Then, to me, you are a criminal's daughter and a criminal yourself. You are no mate of mine and neither will this stop me from fighting for the Alpha position. "You had better stay away from me and cling to your caring Luther because I wouldn't spare your life for any reason” he said with a death glare and left the room fearlessly. Somehow, I felt my stomach drop at his words, but I quickly pushed them aside. He didn't care, and I didn't care either.

“Don’t mind him too much, you are safe with me. "He might come around or not. "I don't really care”, Luther spoke up and paused for a few seconds before continuing, “Yunno, he had always been my father's favorite because he was hot-tempered and cruel like him. "They used to do everything together, and I was named the weak Alpha because I didn't want to participate in something they did which was way out of line.”

“If they are that close, doesn't it mean that he might have known about me and whatever your father was looking for in mine?” I asked.

“Yes, it is very likely. But I asked him, and he refused, to which I don't believe anything that came out of his mouth. I will continue to keep an eye on him. He is dangerous, so you should stay away too. He might have been worried about you spilling the secret when I insisted on reinvestigating the prisoners. That's why he rashly ordered all of them to be killed. He might try to kill you to shut you up, especially if you regain your memories. Do not leave the house. "He is fighting to be the pack Alpha too, so I might not be able to protect you all the time, okay?” He advised with concern in his tone. How could he be that concerned about someone he just knew existed today? Was that the power of the mate bond?

“And you? Why are you being so nice to me? I am your father and brother's enemy. "I should be yours too, because, for all you know, I could be holding secrets that could ruin your entire pack”, I challenged, eyeing him with curiosity. Apart from the obviously different hair color, I could really see some physical difference between him and Keiran. His blue eyes were as clear as the ocean and there was no iciness to them like Keiran's. His face looked smoother and kinder. I guess holding anger and hate could rough up your face a bit. That was the case with Keiran.

Luther chuckled and answered, “Well, if you did have such information then the pack would already have been in ruin by now. My mother, although late now, taught me that mates weren't just soulmates picked by the moon goddess, they were the other half of your story. Your life continues from where you ended to theirs. "There is no one worth trusting more than them”, he paused and continued after a few seconds, “Anyway, I might not understand how traumatized you are, but I'm very sorry about everything my father did to you. It was unfair, and you didn't deserve any of that. I also completely understand if you are yet to accept our mate bond, take all the time you need.”

I looked away from him with a saddened expression. I didn't know if I should be angry or not about his apology. It didn't change anything, but somehow I felt a little consoled to hear it.

I didn't reply to him nor did I meet his face. I heard him sigh and stood up from his seat. He began walking towards the door and just when he was about to cross the door, I blurted out a question that had been nagging me for a while since I got out…

“How did he die? How did your father die?”

Without turning to look at me, he answered, “He committed suicide.”