Enchanting Royalty

Author's POV

In the moonlit shadows of the enemy's territory, she waited patiently, crouched low behind a dense thicket of bushes, as she observed her target. Slow and steady wins the race. She moved stealthily, making sure not to let a sound slip. Taking in breath in short puffs, she positioned her arm to make her move. This was yet another chance to prove to her dad that she would never let him down.

Her sleek, black attire blended seamlessly with the night, making her almost invisible to the naked eye. She had a singular, vital objective: capture the she-wolf sauntering at a distance from her.

The chilling howl of the wind was drowned out by the distant growls of the creature she sought to subdue. As her keen eyes narrowed on her quarry, she inhaled slowly, steadying her racing heart. Every muscle in her lithe frame coiled with anticipation.

Mia's gloved fingers tightened around the hilt of her specialized tranquilizer dart gun, an instrument of silent precision. It was her only chance to incapacitate the formidable foe without arousing the suspicion of the sentries patrolling nearby.

With unwavering focus, she calibrated her aim, honing in on the beast's vital points. One shot, one opportunity to subdue her quarry without detection. The stakes were higher than ever; failure was not an option.

As the moon cast an eerie glow upon the battlefield, Mia's determination burned brighter. With a deft, silent breath, she squeezed the trigger, sending the glazed silver dart hurtling toward its target. Her heart pounded as she watched it strike true, and the creature stumbled, its movements slowing as the tranquilizer took effect.

Mia didn't waste a moment. With the grace of a true master, she emerged from the shadows, swiftly and silently approaching the fallen creature. Her mission was clear: to make the formidable foe unconscious, all the while ensuring she remained an enigma in the heart of enemy territory. Her reputation as an extraordinary assassin rested on this delicate dance between shadows and skill.

Huh, freaking werewolves, known to be the strongest yet can't take a little bit of silver, she mocked in her mind, looking at the unconscious figure. Dad would be very happy today, she thought, giving a smirk. The revenge was on. They need to get a taste of their own medicine. For years, werewolves have been after them. Killing their species for no reason. Although Mia lacked certain powers her species had, it didn't make her any less than them, as, after all, she was her father's daughter. She was proud and forever will be.

She looked at the glowing star inked on her wrist. Immediately, she felt the pinning ache occur for a while before it subsided. That always happened; whenever the mark glowed, she would briefly feel a jolt of pain strike her before the tattoo would deepen its roots in her skin. But she was proud of that mark. Because it was a sign of recognition and belonging to her kind, like her father told her.

The Shadow Weavers

Masters of witchcraft and wizardry. She was proud to be a part of such a powerful family. But there was only one thing that broke her heart. She wasn't born with the special ability to cast magic. In the early years of her life, she was frustrated and angered about not being like everyone else. But then her father helped her and told her that she was different from everyone else, and that's what made her more powerful. He taught her everything and trained her to the best of her abilities.

There was a sacred book of Shadow Weavers that had always ignited her interest. She could learn a lot of spells and magic from there, but her father would never let her keep the book, as he explained it was dangerous and could be misused if lost. So she let the matter slip, but she vowed that one day she would prove herself worthy of handling it. Protecting it.

In order to overcome her weakness, she trained hard. She would invest day and night to be able to take down anyone when needed, with or without magic. And as nights passed, she became the best assassin out there, the greatest asset to her father.

Now it was finally time to pay her father back for all the efforts he had put into her. To get revenge on werewolves who had been after her father's army for ages. The Royal Red Moon pack. It was finally time for them to pay for all the people they had killed.

Author's POV

Mia, her heart pounding with adrenaline, dragged the captured she-wolf, also the daughter of the Gamma of the Red Moon pack, into her father's presence. The she-wolf's eyes held a mixture of fear and defiance as she stood before Balthazar, Mia's father.

"Father," Mia said with a determined tone, "I've brought her."

Her father, his gaze unwavering, assessed the captive before him. The tension in the air was palpable.

"Very well, my sweet daughter." Balthazar smirked, his voice unwavering. "We can finally exact our revenge and send a message to the Red Moon pack. They'll regret the day they crossed our paths. Take her," he signaled to one of the guards.

Mia nodded in understanding, losing her grip and handing over the captive to the guard. This was just the beginning of their retaliation against the Red Moon pack, and Mia was determined to see it through to the end.

"What happens next, dad?" Mia took a step closer to Balthazar.

"Now we wait for them. And then ruin every existence of that pack," he spat with aggression. "Get ready, daughter; a war is about to happen."

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"Beta Christian!" Gamma Arnold burst into Christian's office without knocking. His voice came out in deep pants, showcasing his lack of air due to the vigorous running. Christian looked up from the paperwork; a frown marked his face with the sudden outburst. "Rachel, she's been taken. She went out for a run. The guards reported she had been missing since then." Christian immediately knew who'd be doing this. It could only be one person who has made their lives so chaotic. The only snake, most conniving, and traitorous person to ever exist

Balthazar!

He squeezed the shit out of the pen in his hand before breaking it in half. "Get the warriors out for a search. I'm going to talk with the Alpha." He sprang out of his recliner, immediately making his way to the Alpha King's office.

"Balthazar has Anastasia," was the first thing that came out of Christian's mouth upon meeting the Royal Alpha, Dominic King. The lines that marked Dominic's forehead were enough to speak volumes of the anger bubbling inside him. Once again, the foul cockroach had not learned from his mistakes and decided to step into the lion's territory. "I mind-linked the guards; they reported the job was done by someone rather skilled." Dominic squinted his eyes at the news.

"How can you be so sure that it was Balthazar?" Dominic questioned.

"All our enemies are under the ground, Alpha, except him. And we have to change that soon."

"He was warned. But if a war is what he wants, then that's what he'll get. Get everyone ready."

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"What potion are you brewing now?" Sylvia, the forty-year-old potion master, turned to witness the presence of Mia munching on an apple while discreetly coming into her little potion camp. "Jeez, it's suffocating here. How do you even breathe?" Sylvia only gave her a small smile before returning to drop some ingredients into her burning pot.

"It's my catharsis," Sylvia commented.

"Of course it is. I can introduce you to many other exciting hobbies if you'd allow me to." Mia had always been fond of Sylvia because she was the only motherly figure who had loved her after her father. Obviously, her father had been very busy throughout her early life running their clan, so Mia had always been under the care of Sylvia, a very useful witch to her and the Shadow Weavers. Not to forget the most respected one. Mia had always loved spending time with her. She used to often drop by her potion camp to spend some quality time or just joke around; sometimes she even learned some exciting things about magic, since she wasn't a natural at it. That was always a mystery for her though. She often tried asking Sylvia why she was different from the others. Sylvia only told her because she was special, the same answer her father would always give.

"Orders to prepare for the upcoming activity," Sylvia finally revealed.

"You mean the war?" Mia scoffed. "I don't even know why dad is putting in so much effort. I mean, we can surely take them out in no time. Werewolves are stupid. And God help them; their concept of mates is nothing but a weakness." Mia observed a spark of emotional change in Sylvia's eyes at the comment. As if she had hit a soft spot. She saw a flash of sympathy? But it was gone as soon as it came. Mia knew something was up. And did not decide to leave it alone.

"Did I say something wrong?" Mia questioned with a soft voice.

"No, you are absolutely right." Sylvia smiled, but Mia knew it was a forced, sad one. "Mates are indeed a weakness." Mia caught something in Sylvia's tone. There was a hidden message in that statement. Mia's mind raked over the possibilities of the thoughts invading her brain, but she was looking for the right way to probe and not come off as suspicious.

"I was curious though," she started, deciding to take a chance. "These werewolf mates are only found in werewolves? I mean, what are the possibilities of them being from another species? Like witches? Vampires? Humans?" Sylvia did not spend all those years of her life in ignorance. She knew very well what the little girl was doing and mentally applauded her attempt. She was not so little anymore, but for her, Mia would always be the little girl that she brought up.

"Zero percent." Sylvia gave a straight answer.

"Oh," Mia said, sounding disappointed for some reason. "I see." She observed Sylvia smoothly run her magic on the potion before smelling it. The smile on her face meant it was ready.

"What is it, anyway?"

The alarms started blaring as soon as the words escaped Mia's lips. Her eyes widened as it finally dawned on her.

"We've been attacked. They are here!" She instantly sprang out of her comfort zone to run to the battlefield.

"Get the canons ready!" One of the men from the shadow weaver's army entered Sylvia's camp instantly, attracting the attention of the two and yelling into the air.

"Cannons? For what?" She questioned, seeing him pick up the bags of potions that Sylvia had prepared a few minutes ago.

"Master Balthazar needs you on the battlefield right now," was all he answered, not meeting her eyes and rushing away with the potion.

"Sylvia?" She faced her, daring not to break eye contact. "What potion did you just prepare?" Her tone became serious.

"Paralyzing potion. It's only going to take them out for a while, helping you all get the upper hand." She looked at her, confused. So Father asked Sylvia to prepare the potion for war? This was strange of him to do. He had never used magic potions before to get the enemy out. If it had come this far, then things had gone seriously out of hand. She was ready to take off when Sylvia called for her.

"Mia!" She turned abruptly to meet Sylvia's eyes. "Take care of yourself, please." Mia gave her a gentle nod before following her destiny.

On the battle-scarred grounds of the ancient war, the sun hung low in the orange sky. A chilling wind swept across the desolate landscape, carrying with it the scent of impending battle.

Amidst the ruins, a fearsome black werewolf stood tall, its eyes aglow with feral intensity. Next to him was a silver-coated werewolf, standing almost equally tall as the black one. Its gnarled fur bristled, muscles taut beneath matted, coarse fur. The light revealed the sharp gleam of its elongated claws, and its jaw, powerful enough to snap steel, was lined with razor-sharp teeth.

A smirk spread on Balthazar's lips as he watched the scene unfold. Exactly as he wished. "Welcome King! Long time, no see." He stood across the field, with a coven of witches clad in dark robes gathered, their eyes ablaze with otherworldly power. They brandished twisted staffs adorned with wicked charms, each step echoing with an eerie chant that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest of soldiers.

Balthazar observed all of the army of werewolves, waiting for one command before the fight would unfold. "Ready to lose the existence of your pack?"

Dominic's wolf, Eros, snarled, blaring at the comment. "Oh, angry? I'm sorry, I don't speak wolf." He was purposely trying to get on their nerves, Eros knew. Leo, Christian's wolf, stood next to his alpha, burning with fury and not being able to accept the disrespect. "Do it."

The witches conjured swirling vortexes of dark energy, crackling with malevolent lightning, while the werewolf's growls reverberated like thunder. With an earth-shaking roar, the werewolf lunged, claws slashing through the air. A shimmering barrier of energy appeared, deflecting the monstrous assault.

Bolts of arcane energy shot from the witches' wands, colliding with the werewolf's advancing form, but it shrugged off the pain, pressing on with relentless determination. Each step cracked the scorched earth beneath its paws as it closed in on its mystical adversaries.

Mia panted slightly; witnessing the horrendous sight did scare her, but only for a second. She had to prove to him that she was ready. She slipped into the eerie battlefield of war, her agile form shrouded by shadows. With a heart as cold as steel, she aligned herself with the witches-a union of dark magic and cunning strategy. In her hands gleamed the deadly tools of her trade-a quiver of deadly arrows and razor-sharp blades.

The haunting howls of the werewolves echoed through the night, their yellow eyes gleaming with malevolence. Mia's piercing eyes remained unwavering as she silently stalked her prey. Her fingers caressed the cool metal of her blades, and her keen senses were attuned to the slightest rustling in the nearby woods.

As the werewolf lunged from the shadows, Mia moved like a shadow herself. Swiftly, an arrow was notched, and her fingers released the bowstring. The arrow flew true, finding its mark with deadly precision. The beast's agonized cry pierced the night, only to be silenced as Mia's blades found their mark.

In this macabre dance of darkness, Mia's lethal prowess was unmatched. With each arrow and blade, she struck fear into the hearts of the werewolves, and one by one, her deadly skills proved to be their undoing.

She heard the bombing sound of the cannons firing the balls of potion. Slowly, it only added to the casualties of the enemy, and she grinned, nearing the victory. If only she knew.

She saw the gigantic silver-coated wolf spout out from nowhere to attack one of the witches, ready to cast a spell. He lunged forward, ready to dive onto her arm. No doubt he was the enemy, but she could not help but praise the beauty he held in his thick silver coat of fur.

"Not so fast," she hurtled a dagger just before he could sink his teeth into the arms of her father's close witch. His senses were more heightened than Mia expected, and for the first time in forever, someone had been successful in missing her aim, even if it was by just an inch. What surprised her more was that he didn't even have to turn back to find out where the dagger was coming from. It was like he had sensed it before she even released it from her hand.

Christian stilled right after dodging the dagger. It was not because he was taken aback by the sudden interruption. It was because of a certain smell that invaded his lungs and consumed him completely. No, it couldn't be.

Slowly turning to face the direction where the dagger was launched, his eyes finally met his target. His yellow orbs glowed and dilated further, if it was even possible. His heart ran wild as Leo howled in pleasure that erupted just because of the whiff of smell he caught.

Mate, he heard his wolf pant.

Christian could not believe his eyes. His heart raced as he advanced through the smoke-filled battlefield. There she was, a fiery-haired beauty geared with arrows and daggers, her intense gaze locked onto his. Their eyes met across the war-torn terrain, and for a moment, time stood still.

He couldn't help but be captivated by her striking red hair, which seemed to burn with the same intensity as the war around them. Her eyes held a dangerous allure, a mixture of determination and uncertainty.

Their meeting was unexpected, and Christian felt a complex whirlwind of emotions that he was torn between. She was the enemy, yet there was something about her that drew him in-a magnetic connection that transcended the battle they were embroiled in.

In that brief, charged moment, Christian shifted back into his human form. Mia observed the silver wolf shift into the human he partly was. And she was left amazed at the sight she witnessed. She stood in wide-eyed awe as she watched Christian undergo the incredible transformation from a fearsome werewolf back into his human form. The moon's glow faded, and in its place emerged a man of striking allure. His rugged features were accentuated by a strong jawline and chiseled cheekbones, and his eyes, once fierce and animalistic, now held a warm, human depth.

As his muscles rippled beneath his skin, Mia couldn't help but admire the powerful physique he possessed. His chest was broad and defined, his arms were sinewy and powerful, and his entire presence exuded an aura of primal strength.

But what truly left her breathless was the rugged yet captivating look he carried. There was an air of mystery about him, as if he had stories etched into every scar and line on his handsome face. His tousled hair framed his face perfectly, and the way he carried himself, with a mix of confidence and vulnerability, was utterly mesmerizing.

At that moment, Mia realized the effect that specific werewolf had on her. It was not normal what she felt. She felt anxious, giddy, excited, and even nervous. And that was not okay. She didn't like it. Although, who was she kidding? She couldn't decipher the feelings that were suddenly wrapping her in the gist of the moment. Did the werewolf secretly put her under a spell? She mocked. She wanted it to go away. It had to go away. Because one thing she could not afford was to get distracted in the middle of a literal war. She did the only thing that made sense to her. She lunged at him with her blades.

Mia moved at lightning speed. Her years of training had honed her into a deadly assassin, and she was determined to take him down, even in his formidable human form.

With a fierce battle cry, she slashed at him, the blades singing through the air. But Christian, his instincts sharp as ever, deftly evaded her strikes. He was deceptively quick, his movements fluid and precise as he danced out of her reach.

Christian, in his human form, didn't underestimate his opponent. He knew Mia was a formidable adversary. As she lunged at him, blades flashing, he moved with astonishing agility. With a quick step to the side, he narrowly avoided her first strike, the blade slicing through the air where he had been moments before.

Their dance continued, a deadly waltz amidst the turmoil. Mia attacked with precision, her blades flashing like bolts of lightning, but Christian's reflexes were unmatched. He blocked, parried, and dodged with an almost supernatural grace, his movements fluid and controlled.

Mia's frustration grew as her attacks failed to land a solid blow. Christian's strength was undeniable, even in his human form. He countered her strikes with a strength that defied her expectations, easily pushing her back with each clash of blades.

Christian was amazed by her skills and secretly proud too. He seized an opportunity to disarm her. With a swift and decisive movement, he dislodged the blades from her hands, sending them clattering to the ground.

Mia stood there, disarmed and breathless, her gaze locked onto Christian's. He didn't strike the finishing blow; instead, he took a step back, a silent acknowledgment of her bravery. Mia was left in utter surprise. Why would any enemy let go of such an epic opportunity to literally end the opponent with one blow?

She held a look of shock in her wide eyes as he let her go of his grip. But letting her guard down was her mistake because one moment she was standing admiring the piece of hunk before her, and next, a sharp pain erupted in her neck, and she knew what it was. She had just enough time to locate the dart, which had been fired from a different direction, and it had to be a complete outsider. Christian's shocked face had spoken so. Oh well, what could she say? Karma was a bitch after all.

The last thing she remembered was falling into the handsome man's arms and hearing a soft whisper before her consciousness slipped, taking her into the world of darkness.

Mate.

Christian's POV

"Ahhh!" I screamed, turning my whole room upside down. The rage within me burned with such intensity that I had no clue what I was doing. Finally, the last piece of bedroom that was still intact was soon broken into two. My favorite couch. Everything on my dresser was smashed and broken on the ground after I had swept it off, clean from it. My recliner was upside down, maybe there were even two or three holes in the wall. Why?

The answer was my mate, who was currently passed out and caged in the rogue dungeons. My heart was beating at an unexplainable rhythm that I knew was ready to break free from the restraints of my ribcage.

This was not how I imagined my first time meeting my mate. Although the experience was nothing less than magical-her beauty, her fiery hair, her aura, her skills! Everything was beyond expectations. She was perfect. Just pure perfection. The only thing I got unlucky with was that she was our enemy. She is the daughter of Alpha Dominic's and our pack's biggest rival. Dominic found that after doing some research and mind-linking, we were going to go for some interrogation in a while. And I knew what that meant. And I can tell it wasn't anything good.

Her being my mate wasn't the thing I hated. In fact, my wolf, my heart, and I had already taken a little more than liking to her. But what killed me was that I wasn't with her. I wasn't there to protect her when an outsider took her out with the dart. The outsider, who aimed at her, was another discussion to be held with the Alpha.

Worst of all, I'm not sure she could feel what I felt because she wasn't a werewolf. And she was not a witch. If she had been, then there was no need for her to be geared with all the weapons and fight physically with the opponents. Although I did feel the certain nervousness that radiated from her during our interaction and the goosebumps that rose on her skin whenever she got close to attacking me. She hadn't taken after her father's genes. Maybe her mother was human? I'm not sure. This whole situation was making me want to bang my head.

I was helpless. I was helpless trying to figure out how to get her to escape any punishment, given the number of people in our pack who were killed today. We had retreated once she had passed out in my hands, seeing the number of our wolves dying on the spot after some weird potion was fired in the air. She was instantly taken away to be locked in the cells at Alpha's orders, and nobody could go against it. I could do nothing but stare because I was so overwhelmed with everything that happened within minutes that I couldn't come clean to Alpha about her being my mate. Moreover, I was scared.

For the first time, I was actually scared of how Dominic would react. Sure, he was my best friend, but he was also the Alpha King of the Royal Red Moon Pack. He couldn't ignore the trouble and chaos those people have been creating for us, the people to whom she belongs.

Fuck. How was I going to control myself around her? Her arousing scent, her doe eyes-everything about her was pulling me into a trance. The reason I had instantly changed back to my human form was so my wolf did not jump her bones and mess up the situation. This was a grave situation and had to be dealt with carefully. Goddess, please help me. I don't want to lose her. I have waited an eternity; I can't let her go. Let her be mine, please. Don't let anything happen to her.

"Fuck," I smashed the wall once again before ruffling my hair and releasing a desperate sigh. What did my fate hold? I can't let the guards or Alpha put a scratch on her. I'm afraid my wolf would tear off my own people if that happened. The bond was getting out of my control. Something had to be done quickly.

We are leaving now. I heard Dominic's voice through our mind link. I sighed, anticipating what was coming next. After giving a final kick to the broken wood table near my feet, I decided to leave. Here goes nothing.

Her scent grew stronger and started driving me crazy as we neared the cell, and I had to restrain myself by clenching my fist, making my veins pop. I'm pretty sure Dominic felt my discomfort, which made him turn to me. We were also accompanied by Gamma Arnold and a few guards.

Calm down, Christian; nothing has happened yet. I chanted to myself.

"Everything alright? You look out of your stance today," he said, raising a brow.

"Fine." My tone was clipped.

Upon reaching the cell, her scent finally swept me off my feet, and we were met with her red hair cascading down her back. They were tied up on the battlefield.

She finally decided to grace us with her face, and once again, the air was kicked out of my lungs. My eyes eventually fell on the chains that her wrists were wrapped around as a constraint. They were so tight, I spotted the reddish-purple bruises that had started to form now. My worry heightened knowing that it would be aching, and an unease blossomed in my chest. My eyes went up to see hers, only to find them already on me. Our gazes locked, and I knew in that instant that she did feel something. The pull between us. The bond. Sure, she couldn't understand anything that was happening, but the soft emotion that flicked in her eyes broke her strong stance in front of me. Even if it was just for a second, I had spotted it.

The grill door was unlocked. Dominic and I entered, followed by Gamma Arnold and two female warriors.

"How are you even his daughter?" Dominic questioned, finding it confusing as well. But she only decided to raise her eyebrows and scoff. Something that an Alpha wolf cannot tolerate is disrespect. Dominic's stance turned rigid.

"You listen to me, woman, and listen well! One thing I do not tolerate is disrespect. You are in my territory and are my captive. So it may benefit you if you stayed in your line because we will not hesitate to give you a piece of your own medicine," my wolf grew agitated at Dominic's words. I knew what he was saying was correct, but the tone he was using with my mate only infuriated me. My wolf did not like it one bit.

"I don't care if you might be the Alpha King, but I'm not bound to respect you. Because the last thing I remember is that you are not my king. You are the enemy. You and your pack are nothing but a burden for the earth to bear. And my father only wishes to change it for the better." My mate spat. "You all made a grave mistake by bringing me here. Now be ready to face the consequences."

"Your father is the problem here!" Arnold bombarded. "He went against the peace treaty, and despite the agreement between the Shadow Weavers and the werewolves, he decided to violate the terms. He kidnapped my daughter, and you have the audacity to say that?" Arnold seethed, not being able to control his anger-filled emotions anymore, and the next thing I knew, he was advancing towards my mate with a raised, clenched fist, ready to collide with her face. As if that could happen in my presence.

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Mia's POV

It all happened so fast, I couldn't even blink. One moment I saw their Gamma advancing towards me, ready to punch, and the next moment it was stopped by the wall that stood before me. More like the hunk I was crushing over. Why did he make me feel so jittery?

The moment these three men had entered the cell, the air had shifted, and royalty was screaming off of them. The aura they spread, the sense of awe in the way they carried themselves, and the authority they brought with them even had me twisting and churning in my place, wanting to submit before them at once. But there was something about this guy, more specifically. Oh my goodness! He was so much different.

From the moment he entered, my nerves had begun to dance, and my stomach churned with a desire that I couldn't explain. Throughout the little catch-up I was having with the Alpha, I felt his gaze on me the entire time. That made my heart leap with another jolt of excitement. I don't know what was wrong with me. I was lusting over the enemy, for heaven's sake! The worst part was that I wasn't even in control of this feeling. I had worked hard on myself to not get involved with or attached to anyone. Yet one glance at this person, and he started making me feel things I wasn't supposed to. What the hell was even happening?

He stood before me, his hand stopping the punch that was meant to hit my face. Why, even on the holy earth, would he do that? Save the enemy? And let's not talk about their werewolf flash speed. All of this literally happened in less than a second. The Gamma and Alpha stood, surprise and shock clear on their faces at the beta's reaction. I was amazed, too, by his behavior. I could see his veins on his arm popping out, thanks to his half-sleeved shirt, which made his biceps bulge, giving them a good, muscular appearance. If not for the situation, I would have literally been drooling at the sight, but his hard-demanding tone snapped me out of my lala land.

"Do not cross boundaries, Gamma Arnold!" I saw his jaw ticking.

"Huh!" Gamma Arnold scoffed, "You are one to talk about boundaries, Beta Christian, when it is the enemy that you are protecting, knowing well that they have my daughter!" He boomed in the hunk's face, who I now call Beta Christian. I decided to remain quiet when there was no need to interfere since I was getting the protection I needed at the moment, thanks to Christian. Although for what reason he was doing this, that was still a mystery.

"I will deal with this one personally. We will get your daughter back." I saw the Alpha King frowning at Christian's remarks. Things were not adding up, even for me. Although I was not complaining, did dad cast some kind of spell on him in the field to make him protect me here? No, I don't think so.

"Enough!" The king seethed, finally tired of the drama. "Out everyone." I saw the look he gave to Christian while saying those words, and he decided to stay back while the Gamma and the female warriors left, not before sharing looks between the Alpha and Christian. Interesting. Very interesting

"She will be given the same punishment that anyone else got for killing our people. Eye for an eye, Christian." I saw Christian immediately tense up, and maybe I even felt his breathing get harder.

"I'm afraid I cannot let that happen, Alpha," he said confidently, meeting the king's eye and standing his ground.

"And who are you to command me? And why do you even think that I would let her go after all the people we just lost thanks to them?" The King was testing Christian and was ready to pounce if Christian did not let the reason out for his sudden protectiveness.

"Because she is mine!" This time, I heard his voice laced with another heavier tone.

Fuck. What had I gotten myself into?