CHAPTER 5

Somewhere in the pacific

Alonso Lochart.

I peered at her through hooded eyes, swirling the snifter on my hand as she appraised me from the door of my vast study, in her slutty red lingerie. She knew exactly my best color and how I liked to see my women; red and half-clad. I watched her with lust clouding my eyes, as the pattering of the rain outside invigorated the noise and the temperature of our surroundings.

"Don't you want this complete package for yourself, Baby baby boy?" She towed seductively, causing my manhood to harden and crave sinful attention. I was still watching, not uttering a word to her.

She sashayed to my direction slowly in such an alluring calculated footstep, the act gifting me longing below my belt.

Once she was close to me, I noticed she was wearing a skimpy thong which was also red, and a red bralette to complete the bands. What length she goes just to get my attention. But like I had told her times without numbers, there was no way I was ever going to make her my Luna. That door has been closed a long time ago as my heart after I lost my true love to the stupid rogues. Ever since that day, I swore that I was never going to give my heart to another woman until the day the moon goddess decided to save me from this miserable life, and take me.

Her brown locks flowed down her front to scatter in front of her cleavage, hiding the full mold that was spilling out, from my eyes.

"Cleopatra..." I sang her name, at the same time my hand reached out and started tracing a distinct line on her face. She was a beautiful hybrid wolf in my Kingdom and one of the most powerful warriors in her pack. She was a guardian and somehow has made herself my mistress without my asking.

The only reason I kept her around was to give hope to the elders that I had someone and keep them off my back. She was beautiful, with a body that is curved in the right places and summer shimmering blue eyes that could hypnotize any man. Her skin was smooth like butter and her hair long and silky, yet she didn't move me beyond my pants.

Since our first tryst, she never stopped coming. That was normal with any other woman I have had. I only agreed to still allow her the privilege as a result of how good she was. I had never slept with any woman twice since I lost my wife, except her.

My hand wandered to her arm down to her cleavage to reveal her asset to my hungry eyes. she whimpered and leaned in as my finger pushed the piece of clothing holding her mold together, to pinch her red nipples roughly.

That was how I got my pleasure, through seeing my partner in pain but still wanting more. Cleopatra was one of the women that enjoyed it from the onset which was one of the reasons I liked her. Most times when I fuck a woman, she either ran off with her clothes in tears or begged me to set her free with a promise never to return. But, I never felt guilty about any of this, instead, I gained satisfaction at seeing them feel the pain I felt inside for the death of the only thing that ever mattered to me in this world. My parents thought I was sick and had gotten tired of asking me to get another wife, leaving me to my avowed loneliness.

In a flash, I pushed her knees to the ground directly in front of me, trusting she knew where to go from there. Like the good girl that she was she smiled flirtatiously and began to unzip my trousers. I reached to the desk and picked the snifter filled with scotch I was taking before she came in, and gulped everything down at once prepared to have a good time.

Her soft awesome hands going around my cock, sent mind-blowing pleasant sensations shooting through my veins. I heaved up slightly from the chair to give her room to properly handle me. The way I felt right now with the weather and the scotch mixed in my system, all I wanted to do was take her upstairs and make her cry my name while I have my wicked ways with her, but, I will take my time.

"You like what I'm doing to you?" she cooed as her hand went back and forth my huge length. I flung my head back and covered my face to groan. Good was an understatement to how I was fee__

There were three raps on the door before it swung open.

"Shit!" blurted Lancelot my Beta, as he beheld my position.

I jerked away from Cleopatra and quickly stood up, highly irritated by the interruption of my Beta on my pleasing moment. "Wait for me upstairs," I told her whilst I zipped up. If Lancelot was here, it meant he had a message for me.

"Okay, Amore, " She leaned in to kiss me but I was fast to turn away my face, her lips landing on my cheek instead. I saw the passive look on her face before she strutted out of the room the way she came in.

That was an important part of me and a rule I gave her which she is still very adamant to break, I never kiss any woman. Not even my wife. It disgusted me to no end. The slimy exchange of spittle and all that throat-scrubbing, mouth-tugging nonsense wasn't for me. My wife was satisfied and so was every woman but Cleopatra would always be her.

The door soon swung open and Lancelot came in “Man, you could at least use your room," he whined as he walked further to me.

I rolled my eyes and stood to pick up the bottle of scotch from the bar pouring a large quantity into my glass and taking it back to the desk. "What do you want? It's raining, shouldn't you be with a woman or something rather than sniffing around like the dog you are." I bit out still angry with his interruption.

He chuckled lightly. "Easy, man, I know you are pissed," he quipped. "I wouldn't have been here if the situation didn't warrant it, believe me. You know, with this kind of weather, I will possibly be in my bed with some red-haired, suc__"

"Spare me the details, goon." I cut him off, taking a long swig of my scotch before asking him what the information would be.

"It's the Diamond Dwellers pack."

'What does he want this time?" I reeled, already knowing he would be demanding something. "The damn man is a busy body. What is there in just ruling his blasted pack without seeking for my presence in each of his occasions?" I was getting more irritated knowing it was because of the leech I was deprived of my pleasure.

" I think this is serious though," Lancelot intoned, looking sober, he picked up the second reflector and poured the content in it.

"Why do you think so?"

"They are about to execute an 18 years old girl for attempting to murder her sister."

"How is that my busin_" I halted, the statement fully sinking in. "Wait, what? Execute her? Attempting murder?" I found that bizarre.

'Yea, I had the same expression too. I wanted to tell them to go ahead, but decided to share it with you before commencing." He sagged back on his chair, with a concerned look.

"Why would an eighteen year old she_wolf want to murder her sister?" I aired my thoughts. "So, now they want to execute her for it." I weighed the thought. Well, that was deep. The law has always been murder for any wolf that tried to kill another, so it wasn't new. And as tradition demands, I had to be there to watch, to make sure they don't let the hoodlum roam free, and probably constitute a nuisance to others.

'I may have to go, ' I said in a low tone, something gnawing down in me.

"You don't have to go if you don't want to," Lancelot said as he dropped his glass on the table and sat up "Who knows if it isn't a ploy to get your attention."

That is very true. The other Alphas from my territories knew I never come out unnecessarily or go to their packs for any occasion that I didn't see fit, unless in cases like this. And such cases are rare.

"I will think about it Lance," I stood up from the chair, pushing it back to stretch my long legs. I won't let this matter stop me from having a good time. "You might be right on that one because I know how desperate that man can be." I started walking to the door. "If time is not taken, I may have to look for a new family to replace him ‘cause so far, he hasn't been very productive."

Lancelot was beside me soon with his hand behind him, taking in what I'm saying. We came out of the study and started trotting down the long hall to the stairs that led up to my quarters. "For now, I have a woman to pleasure in my room, and I would advise you to do the same, my friend." I patted his shoulder.

"I will do exactly as you say, and come tomorrow whatever your decision, I'm solely by your side. I'm not a fan of the man either" He said, earning a glimmer from me.

We parted ways at the stairs as I climbed up and disappeared to my room while he left my home for his.

Later I will go back to the study, and give good thought to this message, to see if it's something that would be worth my time.

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Danika

I jolted up from the ground as cold liquid was doused over me, and coiled to the corner, my eyes striving to adjust to the scanty light in the room.

"This is for you, it's not like you deserve it, pig!" The man that brought my dinner, threw the food to the ground beside me.

I was shivering from the water he poured on me, my teeth beginning to clatter.

The weather has been very cold lately coupled with the open dungeon and the floor I slept in. That I was still alive till now is a pure miracle.

"I will advise you to eat up because very soon you will die. The little you eat now is what would sustain you on the other side" he spat and turned his back to leave the dainty room, banging the door lock on his way out.

I ate my meal in silence, willing myself to remain stoic in the end. It would soon be a thing of the past as I told myself the first day I came in here, after being brutally dehumanized by those guards. What happened to me that day, was raw torture. They had stripped me of every piece of clothing on me and tied me to a tree to batter me with a rod that has spiky ends. It was cruel. No human being deserved that, not to mention an innocent girl like me who had nothing but affection in my heart for everyone around me even after what they have done to me. And my father was there, with my sister.

I wasn't moved one bit by both of them but, the one person that broke me was my mate. He watched my nakedness, with his face bearing no expression of any kind to show our bond. I cursed the goddess for turning her back on me and took an oath on that day never to believe in her in the remaining days of my life or to pray in any way till I breathe my last. This world is wicked and evil and I just want to die as soon as possible.

Up till today, I didn't know how I arrived here. I had passed out during the punishment and had woken up inside the dungeon, clad in my rag.

I pushed the empty plate away, after eating the small piece of potato and frigid sauce that was placed by the side. I still felt hungry. This was like the only food I've had today and it was till by this time tomorrow before I would have another one. I didn't blame them. After all, I was going to die, what was the need for wasting their food on me?

Footsteps approached and I quickly scurried to a corner to hide away. I pray it was not any of the guards here to punish me. Lord, I can't take this anymore. Please.

"Well, well, well, who do we have here?" came the evil voice of Bianca from the rusty door.

What could she possibly want with me? What was she doing here?

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