CHAPTER FIVE
935 Words
Alia's POV.
Despite the voice in my head I still followed Duncan. I needed to survive. If I should have said no, Duncan would have abandoned me or worse, killed me.
I wasn't scared of death but he had the same bloodline as Alpha Uxsar and being killed by their bloodline was nothing but a shame to me.
So I followed him until we got to his home. The place was nothing like my parents' abode, and I never expected it to be anyway.
It was wild … a sense of lawlessness, and people stared at me like I was some new toy.
Duncan's presence commanded authority enough that no one dared to speak. They feared him.
And for good reason. The way he had handled the rogues earlier was left printed in my head, and I had to imagine how dangerous he really was.
And now, I was in his territory. His home. He showed me into a small room at the center of the camp.
I was surprised when Duncan had proposed to empower me to get revenge on Alpha Uxsar.
I was shocked at first as I tried to think what his gain might be. But I couldn't. I had been so consumed by fear, by grief that I hadn't even allowed myself to think past the pain.
I wanted revenge badly, and revenge I must have! But My mind screamed at me to say no. To run. Because he was dangerous too. One not to be trusted.
But I shoved it aside. That part of me was simply a weakness and that's not what I wanted at this moment.
This was my only chance. Duncan had trained me tirelessly, and I believe I should trust him. He seemed like the big brother I never had.
But I only knew one thing: I had no choice. No choice at all than to do as he says if I really want to get revenge for my parents.
They aren't just some meat to end.
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Finally, I stood before the flamboyant gates of the Pack, dressed in the rough linens of a maid. My hair was braided tightly.
I bit my lips trying my best not to cry, this place brought back memories. I tried not to think too hard. I had never been this close to the palace before.
The guards barely spared me a glance as I stepped forward, my hands gripping the straps of the bags Duncan had given me.
One of the pack's guards, a good-looking man with sunken eyes…looked over my forged documents before nodding. "You'll be working in the servant quarters. No talking back. No complaints. Understood?"
I nodded, keeping my gaze low.
"Good. Welcome to the palace."
And just like that, I was inside.
The halls were grander than I had imagined. Marble floors with extravagantly decorated things.
I followed the line of new servants down the corridors, my heart pounding in my chest.
I was here.
I was in his home.
Passing the test I was given, I kept my head down, my hands gripping the tray I carried. I had been here for only a few hours, and the weight of my task had already pressed heavily upon me. I had only one mission.
Kill, Alpha Uxsar!.
The mere thought of him made my blood boil, but I swallowed the anger, forcing myself to focus. Duncan had spewed it into me over and over again…blend in, stay unnoticed, gather information. Revenge would come later.
For now, I was nothing more than a maid.
A nobody.
Something in my chest twisted.
I wasn't meant to be here, bowing my head to the man I hated. But I had no choice. The first thing I would do when I see him, is stab a dagger right into his chest. I thought to myself. To hell with the consequences, all I want is to see him die, struggling for his life like my parents did. But for now, I need to focus.
I moved carefully through the halls, trying not to get noticed.
My first task for the day was to move some trays from the palace store into the palace kitchen. Something felt odd about it. Getting into the palace kitchen on my first day wasn't what I imagined would happen. But well, I couldn't say no, so I moved nervously.
I turned a corner sharply as I approached the palace kitchen…
Suddenly, I slammed straight into something solid.
The tray in my hands shook, the expensive plates hitting the floor and echoing through the empty hallway. I stumbled backward, fear written all over my face.
Looking up to see who I had bumped into, I froze.
Him.
Tall. Powerful.
A presence that made the very air in the corridor shift.
He lowered over me, broad shoulders fixated at the right places, His hair was slightly disheveled, as if he had just returned from battle.
He looked exactly like a god, maybe more.
It was the first time I had ever seen him up close. And it was nothing like I had imagined he would look like.
But it was his eyes that trapped me.
They locked onto mine with curiosity, making my lungs forget how to function.
I literally couldn't move.
And then I felt something. Lit.
A pull.
A bond.
No. No, no, no.
This wasn't happening. I didn't want to believe it was happening. A snap.
And, my wolf, who had never shown up before now, suddenly shifted, not in fear, but in happiness.
"Mine."
Wait, what? My mate?
He is my mate?
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