The Alpha's Unwanted Luna

Chapter Six

Death was the regular news of the day, even under the protection of the full moon. Things got worse every second, when people remained missing around the packs. It was something of great concern, especially to the Alphas of various packs, but what could they do? This question flew with the wind and landed on the lips of pack members, so everyone tried to stay vigilant, but was it enough? It was never enough when the enemy may just be the angel you've been sharing a bed with all this time.

The South had always been cold, closed up high on the mountains and the woods took the best part of the open areas. This period, they wandered far from the bits of anything civil,

it was seen as a madness the werewolves never needed, no matter how they tried. They were strict, barbaric at its best. Every season they had rituals, hunting rituals, where the howls were prayers to the moon as its wonders continued to shelter them. These rules and rituals were a norm, to obtain their place before the moon goddess eyes and nothing challenged it from being less barbaric because who dared question the law. It was known that their claws dug the traps they placed their enemies in, especially the rogues and the hunters who were only out for blood. Their warmth was what got them through the cold weather even in snow time. Even when they were the same before the moon goddess, not everyone saw themselves that way. The mantra for battle was 'kill or be killed' but the one that got them through living among themselves was, "Know your ranks.Then speak and act accordingly." This unspoken rule was never to be broken but Brielle never saw it that way.

Brielle had always been a wild child, a free bird that still tried to fly even when her wings were chopped off. Her family had encountered the heat of every moment, being in the lowest rank in their pack wasn't enough to get them by. Yet, she remained the golden child, not just the only child. She wanted to train to be a warrior, but the weight of making sure her family had something to live on was solely resting on her source of livelihood. Not that it was supposed to be that way or designated by anyone it was what she wanted. She loved her parents so much that she really didn't need them to do much so they could survive. It was hard for her, her mates were going to fight battles bringing back honour for her family but she couldn't. She was stuck with maid duties in the Packhouse so they could earn money to keep the family running. The jealousy she had for the warriors grew when she saw how they trained but what she failed to realise was the fear they saw while standing on the front rows of the battlefield, it was too gruesome to remain sane that some lose their minds and never remain the same again. It was her parent's wish to preserve her own life and they would also do the same.

Today was different, It was a victorious day. The Alpha was hosting a feast to mark this day because they won a great battle over the North. Though the Werewolf King resolved and presided over the whole region from the North, peace wandered far from them all. The rift came off as unknown until it escalated into something unbeatable. Rage, anger and blood was the only thing their blades understood and they were only vessels wooed by the power of the blade. A greater force that bled only in crimson was out seeking for lives to consume, to satisfy the belly of the beast. The mere thought of it made Brielle sick to the stomach, especially when the news reached everyone that one of the Alpha in the South who sought for peace and was ratted out for helping some people from the North, who needed escape. He harboured them in his pack and was poisoned during dinner in his own home. Victory was far from them, but they were too blind to see it.

The beats of live music could be heard from the far end of the mountains. Everyone had an invitation to attend. it was compulsory, her parents had been singing this to her hearing a day before and she had to be around to go with them or her absence would be accounted for.

"Brielle?" her mother called her from outside the house, but she was busy looking pretty, probably because she was certain that he was going to be there. The thought of that sent a shiver, an arousal of some sort.

"Are you going to meet us there?" she asked again after calling in the second time. Brielle replied, giving her word.

She didn't care about the feast, she never cared about any feast that was held. It was the thrill of seeing him that always moved her. His not so precise features that made him look like a perfect art that soothed the eyes. Their union was a bit short, every now and then because of the war. This scared her, because she had to pray that he comes back unscathed which always happened but her fear was that things may not be favourable as it was now. They had plans for the future, their future. Heather loved Brielle more than anything and she was a very good reason to always come back to the pack because she was home. She had already reached the packhouse and the field where the celebration was indeed heating in a high flame. She spotted her parents who in return saw her and waved. Her blonde Seeing him again after so long, she barely could tell the time frame anymore because she has missed him so much.

Everybody seemed to have much to eat and drink and laughter echoed in the air more than the whispers of scattered conversations. Heather was the first to sight her as he sensed she was looking for him hence her standing at the edge of the field eyes searching the crowd.

"Looking for me?" her baritone voice interrupted her thoughts. He gave a boyish grin that turned her smile to crimson. He stood in front of her, his body frame covered her shadow. She squeezed herself into him as he got drunk on her scent. He couldn't get enough.

"I just arrived." She said to him, Her smile still persisted to stay longer on her face and he loved to see this happiness glowing before him. He always made a mental note to make that smile not fade. So far he has fulfilled his promise to her and intends to keep it that way. She held her hands together at his back as he gazed at her short frame, he stiffened as her hands roped around his waist a bit more.

"Are you injured?" She wore worry on her face as age waited for his reply. She loosened her grip to gently put her hands in his body searching for the wound as he masked his pain.

"How have you been holding up?" He deflected with a stern tone. Glaring at him, she smacked him hard until he groaned

"I deserve an answer." she complained, smacking him once more.

"Okay! " He stopped her hands mid way. They were away from the crowd into the woods, and he was already thinking of ways to satisfy his pleasure. He hung her hands above her head as she wiggled in his firm grip.

"Stop hitting me. It's just a small wound, nothing to bother yourself about." he assured her, her weariness fell off her expression slowly. He fixed his lip

She nodded at him. They both stared at each other begging to drain themselves in their pleasures. He could feel her ragged breath against his skin and he wanted to help her with those unspoken desires, that tale her body unfolded before him.

"Did you miss me?" He teased her by the side of her neck before kissing her. He growled as he inhaled that scent that helped bring nothing to pee to his storm. She conjured the beast of her pleasures that she gave a nod along with the answer she gave in her head.

Of course she missed him and it was sad that his duties as the pack's lead warrior to forge ahead in leading the others to victory. She was proud, but the worst case scenario always played in her mind and she couldn't hide such feelings from him. They were mates, her feelings cried to be heard, her eyes showed it, her body translated it she couldn't help but withdraw from his hold but he blocked her to stay in between his arms.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"It's not nothing. Something is clearly bothering you and I don't like my girl to be bothered about anything. Just tell me, so I'll sort it out." He called out to her, trailing his hands on her arms. She shuddered as her thoughts were already taking a diversion.

At first she hesitated but she remembered that there's nothing she can just sweep under the carpet, without his knowing it was just not possible.

"I'm worried about you. I stay here in full blown fear worrying about you. You just can't go to fight this pointless war and leave me here in the midst of weariness. "What if something happens to you, do you think I would be able to handle the thought, not to talk of it happening. Now you are here with bruises, what if tomorrow is a different story. I just…" he swallowed the rest of the words with a very deep kiss. She gave in reluctantly.

Holding her face between his palms he smoothened her face with his thumb.

"You worry too much. Nothing will happen to me. I will always come back to you. I don't like to see…" suddenly he froze with horror in his eyes.

"Heather!" she called him. " What's wrong?"

Blood dripped out of his mouth as life slowly fell out of his eyes. She looked down to see an arrow hanging in his chest, his blood was black. It was then she realised he had been poisoned. Heather fell limp on her, she held him laying him down slowly.

"Heather! please breathe. Stay with me." she cried out but he was choking on his own breath. She was painted with her own blood as she cried out for help but she felt a hand on her mouth and she heard her voice being muffled.

She was manhandled out of her mates cold embrace by an unknown hands. She writhed and struggled but was futile. Suddenly the light of the dark faded, and the last thing she remembered was the body of the man she loved lying lifeless on a b****y rock.