The Luna's Tormented Soul

Dinner

Maverick POV

I headed to my office once the servant came to take the Alphas to their rooms. I wasn’t surprised that they asked about Remi. It is common knowledge that I have a daughter. However, I was surprised that they didn’t ask about my Luna. Mm. They must have done their homework before coming. Not that it matters. The young Alphas aren’t going to find any incriminating evidence during their stay here.

Once in my office, I go to the bookshelf and press the secret button. The mild bookshelf swings open to reveal my surveillance room. I have state-of-the-art computers and servers in this room, which have served me well over the years.

My entire pack is wired with hidden cameras and microphones, which includes every home and business. No one except for me has privacy in my pack. I know everything that is going on in my pack. No one has secrets from me. With the pack being wired, I can keep tight control over my pack. I know of problems before they become problems, which are dealt with swiftly.

I also have a very extensive library of blackmail videos of powerful Alphas or other influential werewolves in compromising positions. It is one of the reasons I have been able to fly under the radar for so long or have an investigation go my way. Blackmail is a beautiful and powerful tool, especially when you cater to appetites that are looked down on or just outright depraved and illegal.

You would be surprised what some werewolves are willing to pay to indulge those appetites, even if it means it is being recorded

Hell, some will pay me for a copy of the video so they can watch it repeatedly.

I must admit there are some videos that I love to watch over and over again because they are so good that I keep getting off on watching them over and over. I particularly love the ones that I have of Remi. Those I could watch over and over forever.

The best videos of Remi are the ones where she is getting beat, tortured, and f*cked. I don’t like to beat or torture Remi; I don’t get off on that. However, I get off on watching others beat, torture, and f*ck Remi, since she handles it with grace, strength, and beauty.

I must say that Remi has turned out to be the perfect she-wolf. She is submissive but not broken. She never cries out in pain, nor does she beg or plead not to be hurt. It’s incredible how she doesn’t let the pain bother her, almost as if she welcomes the pain.

Sometimes Remi will silently cry if the pain is bad enough or the fear shows in her eyes, which is what I enjoy the most.

Since I have been f*cking Remi, I have made sure to give her pleasure. The aphrodisiac mixed in with the serum that I give Remi before f*cking her gives her intense orgasms. The more aphrodisiac Remi drinks, the stronger and more intense the orgasms will become over time. It is another way to control her. I want Remi to know that I’m the only man that can give her pleasure and for her to become addicted to that pleasure. The aphrodisiac will ensure that Remi continues to be loyal to me and continues to do as I say without fail.

Speaking of Remi, I pull up her room cameras to see what she is doing. Ah. Remi is in the shower. I’m getting turned one, watching her hands move over her body as she is washing with soap. Too bad I can’t join her and f**k that tight p*ssy of hers over and over again. Unfortunately, we have guests that I must attend to first.

I switch to another monitor and bring up the Alphas room. Nothing too excited going on there. It looks like they are unpacking and getting ready for tonight’s dinner. Hmm. I wonder. I rewind the video to the beginning, and that’s when I see it. Very clever Alphas.

Each of the Alphas has scanned the room for the cameras and microphones. It’s a good thing the cameras and microphones are well hidden and that they won’t be able to find or detect them. However, I don’t believe that the microphones will be of use. Since they are triplets, they will communicate through their mind link to ensure their conversations are private—nothing I can do about that.

An hour later, I make my way down to the dining room. I want to ensure that everything is perfect for this evening’s dinner, especially since Remi is sidelined. Usually, Remi would take care of all the details for dinner and make sure everything was perfect. Remi does have a knack for organizing events such as these, and she always seems to know what I want and how I like it.

Remi also has a knack for remembering details about our guests, like favorite foods, favorite drinks, or even favorite color, which she will wear while the guests are here. I guess she somehow makes each of our visitors feel special, so they enjoy their stay more. All the guests raved about their stay here and how expectations were more than met.

The dining room looks good, though I would have liked to be more over the top than it is since these Alphas are visiting for the first time. I generally pull out all the stops for first-time visitors. This will have to do.

I make my way to the kitchen to check on the food. Another thing that Remi is very good at is cooking. Remi’s food is also mouth-watering good, and everyone raves about Remi’s cooking, which is probably why she is very seldom beat beaten, so badly that she can’t cook.

As I walk into the kitchen, the food smells so mouth-watering, as if Remi cooked it herself. As if I sense my confusion, one of the kitchen servants tells me, “Remi, prepared tonight’s dinner yesterday and left instructions on how to prepare.”

Ah, Remi is thinking ahead like a good daughter wanting to please me. I will have to reward her for this. Though sometimes it worries me that Remi seems far more intelligent than she lets on, that can’t be. I only taught Remi how to read, write, and basic math. I need her to know the basics but nothing more. I also taught Remi that she isn’t capable of thinking for herself or making decisions for herself.

I walked out of the kitchen and back to the dining room just as the Alphas walked into the dining room looking refreshed and rested.

“Are your rooms to your liking?” I ask the Alphas.

“Yes, they are beautiful,” Alpha Wyatt says, and his brothers nodded in agreement.

“Wonderful. Please have a seat,” I say, sweeping my arm over the dining room table.

As we are taking our seats, Trent, Derek, and Mick walk into the dining room and take their seats. Once everyone is seated, the servants come out and serve dinner and drinks.

Wyatt POV

“Thank you again, Alpha Maverick, for agreeing to meet with us. I’m hoping that we can come to a beneficial alliance between our packs,” I tell Alpha Maverick.

“As am I. Though I’m curious as to why you chose my pack,” Alpha Maverick says.

“My brothers and I will take over as Alpha in the next couple of months. We thought that it would be prudent not only to strengthen our alliance but to look into making new alliances with other packs,” I tell Alpha Maverick.

“So, let me get this straight, all three of you will be the next Alpha?” Derek asks.

“Yes, that is correct. We will share the responsibilities of being Alpha,” Micah says.

“And does it bother you that you have to share the Alpha position?” Derek asks.

“No, not at all. We have been sharing everything since we were kids,” Micah says.

“I wouldn’t want to share the Alpha position with anyone,” Derek scoffs.

“Anyway, I’m happy to see that you are considering my pack for a possible alliance,” Alpha Maverick says, glaring at his son.

“Alpha Maverick, we were wondering if you could give us a tour of your pack lands tomorrow?” Nathan asks. Even though we had a map, it was out of date, and we wanted to get the lay of the land before we attempted to rescue Remi. What better way to get the lay of the land than a tour?

“Yes, that is a brilliant idea. I can show you the resources that we have to offer should an alliance be formed,” Alpha Maverick said.

“Perhaps Alpha Micah, you wouldn’t mind observing one of our training sessions and perhaps give us some insight on how to approve our training techniques,” Trent says.

“I would like that. What time do you begin your training?” Micah asks Trent.

“Our training starts at 4 a.m.,” Trent says.

“I will be ready,” Micah says.

“Good. I will come and get you at 345 am. Then we can head to the training grounds together,” Trent says.

“Sounds good. I look forward to seeing you pack warrior’s train. I have heard that the Red Crimson Moon Pack has some of the toughest warriors around,” Micah says.

“Yes, we do,” Trent says with a knowing smile.

“Then I propose that after training, I can take you on the tour of my pack lands and the pack house as well,” Alpha Maverick says.

The rest of dinner went smoothly with small talk. Alpha Maverick told us about his family history or the good parts. It was hard to focus on the conversation since our mate’s scent was all over the pack house.

After dinner, my brothers and I retired to our rooms. Even though Alpha Maverick didn’t come out and say we weren’t to roam around, it was implied when he mentioned that if we needed anything to call one of his servants, they would be able to get us anything we needed. The way he said anything we needed sent chills down my spine.

Now we wait until Raine’s contact makes contact with us and lets us know where to meet. Hopefully, we can trust him because, without inside help, I don’t know if we can pull off this rescue.