Second book
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Marcos Rivera is the Alpha of the New Moon Pack. When his former pack was almost wiped out by a surprised rogue attack orchestrated by his uncle, he decided to move with his Beta Javier Vega and what was left o...
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A sense of pride and belonging washed over me as we neared the Pack House; nestled in the forest's heart, the Pack House stood tall and proud.
Its four-story structure blended modernity and tradition, with brick and wood accents and large black-framed windows.
It was more than just a house; it was a sanctuary for our pack, designed in perfect harmony with the surrounding forest, radiating peace and tranquility.
As we stalked toward the Pack House, Aiyden cut through the silence. He growled, "So, what information did you guys pry from those beasts?" Fury laced his voice.
We all halted, our focus locked on my mate. Manuel was the first to break the tension. "As we mentioned, with a bit of intimidation, one of them barked out the location of one of the Alpha's uncle's hideouts and a few more scraps of information we'll unveil at the meeting."
We all nodded, understanding that now was neither the time nor the place for this discussion.
Alex was the next to rumble, "Stay calm, Luna Aiyden. They were shaking when they saw Beta Javier, his anger making him look even more terrifying. The only other times I've seen him and Rolf that enraged was when he and Alpha Marcos found you and Trayvon, and the second time was when we hauled your father and his accomplices to our territory."
My thoughts meandered back to the day when my mate's father breathed his last breath.
Aaron had mind-linked me with the news of Charles's death.
Flashback
Aiyden had told us not to inform him or his brother about their father's fate in the pack dungeon. Yet, they found out and insisted on accompanying us to the cells.
Aaron had let us to the cells where the rogues and the scumbag were. As we ventured, the acrid stench of death and blood assaulted our senses. Making us scrunch our noses in disgust.
The rogues inside the cells looked at us, trembling and afraid, but at that moment, they weren't important.
The sight that awaited us was a gruesome spectacle. The man who was once an addict, a pedophile, and a rapist lawyer, the man Aiyden and Trayvon knew as their father, was nowhere to be seen.
Charles's body lay in a pool of blood, his clothes torn to shreds, his body a brutal map of cuts, bites, and bruises. Blood trickled from his mouth, nose, and ears, and a crimson trail marked down his legs. He looked like a man who had aged beyond his years, his body gaunt and pale.
The sharp intake of breath from my mate and his brother punctuated the eerie silence as they beheld their father's gruesome state.
I spun around to confront Aaron, my voice laced with the power of an Alpha, and thundered, "What the fuck happened?" The repercussions of my growl triggered a series of whimpers from the rogue cells. Even Javier and our mates felt its impact.
Aaron knelt before me in a show of deference, his neck exposed. He managed to say, "Alpha, I am prepared for any punishment you deem necessary. But I couldn't tolerate the insults that man hurled at Luna Aiyden. As a respect for our Luna, I had to retaliate." As he finished, I felt Aiyden's hand in mine, his scent as a tranquilizer to my agitated state.
A few more warriors stood behind us, nodding in agreement. Javier broke the silence, "Alpha, let's hear him out." I agreed, aware of Aaron's respect for my mate and Luna, but that didn't excuse him for going against my command. However, inside, I felt proud of him.
Aaron began recounting the derogatory remarks Charles made about Aiyden.
The more he spoke, the more Aiyden's body tensed. I saw tears trickle down his cheek as each repugnant word pierced his heart.
Aaron decided that, as a punishment, Charles wouldn't receive any medical attention after the rogues had their turn with him. I concurred with him.
The warrior continued, admitting that he knew the bastard was in a bad state but didn't realize it was life-threatening.
I instructed him to call one of the doctors and then for him and the others to dispose of the body. We will address this issue later.
As we exited the dungeon, the rogue's jeer followed us. I let out a low growl, making them kneel, "The Council's warriors are on their way. You vile rogues have yet to answer for your part in human trafficking. You've fulfilled your use to us; now it's the Werewolf Council's turn to decide your fate!"
They looked up in terror; one even tried to utter a word, but Javier's growl silenced them. We had no interest in their excuses.
Our footfalls echoed as we advanced toward the pack house. The playful yelps of the pups and the crowd's chatter filled the air. I could sense their curious stares, but no one ventured to speak.
Aiyden and Trayvon maintained a silent vigil by our side. I glanced at Javier, his face etched with the same concern that gnawed at me. I could feel the storm of emotions brewing within my mate. I tightened my grip on him and whispered.
"Baby, are you okay?" It was a pointless question, but I was at a loss for words to pull him out of his stupor.
The brothers walked with us, their movements as rigid as automatons. Aiyden seemed to shake off his shock, shrugging indifferently as we pressed on.
As we approached the pack house, the sun was already taking its leaves, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink.
The wind, a soft caress against our skin, was a subtle reminder of the day's warmth now fading. The vast expanse of twilight blues sky was clear save for a few early stars. Their dim glow was a harbinger of the celestial spectacle to unfold.
Aiyden's voice, a soft murmur in the quiet, broke through the silence. "To be honest, I don't know what I'm feeling. Yes, I'm glad that monster is no more. But beyond that, I feel nothing... not joy, not sorrow, just emptiness. It's as if the person who died was a stranger to me."
And fuck! did his words came out to be true.
It appeared the Goddess had not been entirely transparent about the events between Aiyden's and Trayvon's mother and her destined mate.
The bitch was even more wicked than we had initially perceived.
When I questioned Dr. Johnson about his decision to conduct a DNA test, he said he felt an inexplicable urge.
The test results unveiled that Aiyden was not his actual son, but Trayvon was.
We assumed that the vile woman had mated with her destined mate, likely during her heat, and they had marked each other. That's why the rejection resulted in her mate's demise.
We were not far off in our suspicion of her using dark magic; we deduced that's how she was able to conceive Trayvon.
It was also the reason why my mate was sold and subjected to abuse, and his brother was spared the same fate despite enduring some level of abuse.
However, that doesn't negate the abuse and suffering they both went through...
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AN: Sorry about the delay. I've been swamped the last couple of weeks, but expect another update or updates sometime this coming weekend.
See you soon, my sweethearts ☺️
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