Chapter 5 Long Live The Puppet King.

Chapter 5

Jax POV.

"Can I see my Mira?" I begged.

"I am so sorry, that request will not be granted." Elder Dorien uttered with no iota of remorse. "The gods warned me vehemently that no feet of any unclean thing should touch the ground until the final rites are completed."

Atleast, the feast is over, permit me to see her now?

"You are cleansed and fortified now unlike she, who is unclean and who will remain one for ever to the gods of this land."

I furrowed my brow in shock as those words escaped from his wicked mouth laced with hate against my Mira. No emotion. No empathy.

"At Least you read what the gods say from the scroll by yourself that you should not by any means touch any unclean thing. Mira is unclean and forever your path should never cross. I ordered the guards to package her in a sack and throw out of the pack, her feet touching ground in any part of this pack is like fanning embers of fire and looking for the wrought of the gods. You have commited evil in the eyes of the gods. it is advisable not to offend them further." He uttered without remorse.

'Package my Mira in a sack', I murmur to myself. I wanted to feast on him like a prey in the hands of the lion. But the strike which I got from his demonic totem with the pains that comes along with it has not left me.

That had always been his job. To frighten. To threaten people with despair and make them bow to him.

I won't cowered. I'm the alpha of this back. This is the same glaring thing my father saw in the hands of this wicked beast.

His warnings before his passage are still drumming in my head.

"I have done nothing wrong, next time your gods should give precise instructions with directions." I bellowed with annoyance.

His glared slice through me like a blade. But, I didn't look away. I couldn't. Our eyes locked. Alpha to Elder, fury to cruelty.

Elder Dorien blinked first.

"Message will be passed to the guards to go and bring Sienna Thornwell to be initiated as Luna."

'Me and ivy? How did we get to this?'

"The gods have spoken," Elder Dorien uttered as he banged his staff to the stone floor. The sea shell knotted to the totem clattered like bones rattling a graveyard wind, the sound clawing down my throat like lice beneath skin.

I hated that sound. It awfully disgusts me.

He always made that damn noise when he was delivering some divine "truth." But there was no divinity here. Just decayed, clothed in sacred language to manipulate to bring his desire to fore.

The way he stomps that staff. The flair, the noise and the pageantry. It made me to Want to vomit.

That, and his grime-cake feet scraping the temple floor. As if sanctity gave him a pass for hygiene.

Seldomly, it is like that especially when it is festive, coronation of some sort is happening in the pack.

But this need not make me angry. Since I had decided to dine with the devil. No thanks to the compulsion of my father. I have no option but to come along to the dining table with a long spoon.

Some said it's a Hallmark of authority.

Some said he uses it to invoke the spirit.

I say he uses it to intimidate and subjugate weak people.

Tend yourself as soon as possible. Your people are waiting for you." Elder Dorian uttered. "Once again long live the king."

I stare at him with the gaze big enough to consume or make an elephant disappear.

I didn't respond nor did I flinch.

He Jammed the door behind him.

I exasperated tiredness. Like a warrior who had fought and defeated a pride of lions.

While still on the floor, I looked around, everything turned upside, like a fight in a bar had ensued.

Everything was upside, the broken chair, the pieces of the broken bottle, the table splitting into half.

My mind drifted back to Mira. The anger in her eyes. Her intense hate towards me. How I had gang up with these vampires to mess her up. To take away her pride. To break her promise with deceased parents.

No one is to blame except myself. I fully take the responsibilities. I was desperate. I would have rejected such a proposition at first or lied to the elder Dorien that Mira was not at home and can not be found when I visited.

Now, I have traded Mira's love and trust for me with this ....

I looked around me, regardless of the exquisite and ostentatious lifestyle that overwhelms me. For the first time in my life, I felt emptiness.

I could not imagine how I could allow these people to use me to do evil to that poor and innocent girl.

I sat on the floor in a seated fetal position, my back on the lean against the wall. Still seated in the ruin which I had created due to the confrontation I had with Elder Dorien. Still feeling the pains. I had from the strike from Elder Dorien's demonic staff.

Until I heard a thick, echoed distance voice of my father,

Son, summon courage, they will want to break you, but...

"Enough, This is the last thing I want from you..." I shouted as I wept bitterly.