Chapter 4
However, our intimate moment was abruptly interrupted by a growl from outside. We both turned our attention to the window, only to be shocked by the sight of over a hundred wolves in the distance. Alpha Damien wasted no time and bid me a hasty goodbye.
Moments later, I heard Alpha Damien's voice from outside. He confidently approached the wolves, and to my astonishment, one of them transformed into a human. The entire pack bowed before him, acknowledging his authority.
The masculine man approached Alpha Damien with determination in his eyes.
"Alpha Damien, we seek refuge in your pack. We are the last survivors of the Silver Blood pack, and we refuse to let Alpha Conrad's tyranny consume us. We pledge our loyalty to you," he declared.
Alpha Damien, exuding confidence and authority, extended a welcoming hand.
"I, Alpha Damien Stevan, gladly accept you as a valued member of the esteemed Bloody Knight pack. Within the lands of Arcadia, you shall find solace and harmony," he responded, a warm smile gracing his face.
I can't fathom why so many werewolves would willingly follow a ruthless and murderous leader. Despite my inner turmoil, I made the decision to climb out the window, catching the attention of all the wolves, particularly him. To my surprise, every werewolf bowed before me once more. Alpha Damien stepped forward, presenting me as his future Luna.
"This is my mate, and she will be my Luna," he announced with a grin.
"Alpha, I smelled she's just an omega. Why her?" one man objected.
"You have no right to question me in such a manner," Alpha responded sternly.
"I apologize, Alpha. But her life is in danger from Alpha Conrad," the man explained.
"You must protect her from Alpha Conrad, Alpha," the man insisted.
Alpha sighed, gazing at me intently. I began to regret stepping out of my room. His eyes softened as he looked at me.
"I will protect her, and no one, not even Conrad, will harm her," he declared firmly.
"Are you prepared to kill him? He is.. " the man started to ask before Alpha cut him off.
"I am willing to lay down my life for my mate," he stated solemnly.
I grinned at his words, our conversation interrupted by the prayers to the moon Goddess for the victims of the Silver blood pack. Everyone prayed silently, each with a song I couldn't decipher. I joined them in bowing to show my respect and solidarity.
"Today marks your new beginning as a member of the Bloody Knight pack. Let's hope for peace and safety in Arcadia," Alpha Damien reassured.
Applause erupted as he finished speaking, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. As the others celebrated, he made his way towards me with a smile.
The wolves soon became merry, dancing in the center while I sat on the sidelines, sipping wine and observing. I noticed him approaching me.
"Care to join me for a drink, Alpha?" I offered.
"Of course, Amelia" he replied, smiling.
I couldn't help but smile at the thought that perhaps his true self would emerge when he was intoxicated. I poured him a series of drinks, watching as he downed them. His cheeks flushed with alcohol, I was taken aback when he stumbled to the center and cheered.
I couldn't help but burst into laughter, and to my surprise, they joined in too. It was as if they had just witnessed the most hilarious dance routine. I laughed so hard that he pulled me closer, unable to contain his amusement.
"Come with me, Amelia" he said, flashing a charming smile.
Under the influence of alcohol, I danced seductively in front of him, hoping to captivate his attention. His smiles were enchanting as he gazed at me. Why couldn't I see him for the rude person he truly was? It disgusted me to think that I was slowly falling for the façade of kindness he displayed.
"I'm so happy, Amelia. I'm so happy with you," he smiled at me, obviously drunk.
"It's my pleasure, Alpha" I replied with a smile.
Eventually, the dancing came to an end, and I assisted him to his room. He was heavily intoxicated, stumbling with every step. My mind was consumed by dark thoughts, contemplating the idea of ending his life. How could this man still appear so youthful, unchanged from the first time I saw him almost a decade ago, the man who took my parents away?
The only difference now was that he resembled an angel, a stark contrast to the monster I had witnessed before. He was 38 years old, while I was merely 18.
As we entered the room, I gently laid him down on his plush, comfortable bed. Glancing around, I noticed a sword hanging on the wall nearby. Taking a deep breath, I mustered the courage to pick it up.
With trembling hands, I held the sword, bringing it dangerously close to his body. But just as I was about to make my move, he spoke, uttering my name. Frozen like a statue, I couldn't move, overwhelmed by nerves. It felt as though I had reached the point of no return. However, he spoke again, his eyes still closed.
"Amelia," he whispered, before drifting off to sleep.
I couldn't tell if he was awake or aware of my actions. Slowly, I lowered the weapon in my hand, feeling the nerves and trembling in my hands. Tears welled up as I failed to express my emotions. I let my anger get the best of me, and I knew I shouldn't have lashed out.
His face drew me in, his angelic features contrasting with the evil he harbored. Those red lips captivated me, but I tore my gaze away after a few moments.
"Don't be deceived by his looks, Amelia. He's responsible for your family's death. He will face justice for his crimes!" I reminded myself sternly.
The door suddenly swung open, revealing a shocked Norman at the sight of me holding a sword.