The Alpha Can’t Sense His Mate

ZADOK

“Is this a joke? What do you mean I attacked her?” Ithra spoke immediately, causing Sollel to shrink.

“Fix your tone, Ithra.” I warned, not enjoying the sight of Sollel looking scared of her.

“She is lying!” She pointed at Sollel, “why would you lie against me?”

“Enough.” I muttered, already feeling an headache.

“Why on earth would I charge at a wolf in such a public place? I might be anything, but I’m not stupid to curse you out in the face of your people, Zadok.”

The entire room got three times hotter than normal. I knew she didn’t just address me by my name, and that in front of my subjects.

“ENOUGH.” I hit the handle of my throne, causing a reverberating sound to fill the air. “Henceforth, you only talk when you are spoken to. And this is the last time you utter my name with such disregard. Am I clear?”

Silence.

Oh this witch wanted to test me. Kir was at the brink of my skin, ready to take over at the slightest provocation.

“Yes Alpha.” She finally said, breathing heavily.

“Sollel. Tell me everything and leave nothing out.” I commanded.

“Yes Alpha.”

She proceeded to tell me what transpired, detailing how Ithra had bullied her into doing the entire job of the day and when it was time to receive the wages, couldn’t shut up with terrible remarks about me.

Of which Morgan attempted to shut her up, but ended up getting attacked with knives and placed in a near death condition.

by the time she was done, I was a lot more angrier than I thought I’d be.

“She’s lying. Don’t listen to her! I did no such thing.”

“Shut up!” That was Azriel. “Are you calling the entire bloodMoon pack liars? because the story is the same everywhere.”

I looked at Azriel and I could tell he was serious. His seriousness meant only one thing – Ithra had blatantly lied to my face.

I got up on my feet, “I already warned you about the repercussions of lying to my face.”

“Are you really going to believe them? I said I didn’t do it! They are all deceiving you and you are stupidly fall-”

Her words ceased as my hands wrapped around her neck in a tight grip. A few seconds later, she was struggling to breathe, and her face matched her red hair.

“How dare you speak in my presence?” I spoke into her ears, tightening my grip just enough for her to see the stars but not enough to drive her unconscious.

“Alpha.” Azriel spoke, I could hear his words.

He wanted me to let her go.

“Didn’t you hear her lie to me! She is now a member of this pack, and I need to teach her certain lessons if she is going to be useful.”Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Her face paled and my hands slacken in shock. I could feel my wolf’s anger at me but I couldn’t tell if it was because I let her go or I held her in the first place.

Not ready to dig into the darkness of my mind, I got up and returned to my throne. Leaving Ithra unconscious on the floor.

Only then did I realize that Sollel was still in the room and had witnessed all of that.

“You may leave.” I snapped at her and she made her way out of the room.

To Azriel, I ordered, “Take her out of here, and back to her cells.”

I saw him hesitate but he knew better than to cross me. In seconds, the guards come rushing in and one of them picks her up and hangs her over his shoulder.

Her gown rides up and I spot faint scars on her thighs. One I’d never seen before.

“Stop.”

I ordered, and without a word, made my way towards her, carefully analyzing the scars till I couldn’t for fear of being called a pervert.

“What happened to her?” My voice is dangerously low, “what are these scars?”

Everyone looked blank. I turned to Azriel and he had no answer for me either. I traced the marks and knew something was off.

“When I ask questions, I expect answers.” I growled, hating the silence that enveloped us.

One minute, and still, nothing.

“Drop her.”

My jaws flexed as they laid her on the floor, looking confused. I checked her pulse to ensure she was still breathing and picked her up bridal style.

“Notify the pack doctor. I’ll be with him shortly.”

With that, I walked out of my throne room, leaving them with a slack jaw while I proceeded to do what I had to do.

*****

I watched the pack doctor connect an IV to an unconscious Ithra as she carefully analyzed her body.

“What happened to her?” I asked, brimming with anger.

It seemed like no one was willing to answer me, and it got on my nerves.

The doctor raised a finger, silently requesting for more time, as she analyzed the scars that burned deep into her skin.

“I’ve not seen this in a while.” She muttered underneath her breath.

My voice rose, “I am not a patient wolf, doctor. Tell me what’s going on or-”

“She will be fine. Her body is fatigued and in dire need of nutrients. Enough food and proper rest will help her recuperate.”

I held back from the morbid thoughts to kill this woman and get another pack doctor.

I wasn’t stupid. Of course I knew she was in need of proper rest and food. Those scars were my problem.

My heart was convinced she didn’t have those at the time she was captured. And I was very certain I didn’t do that to her, which leaves a huge blank spot in the story of how she got such terrible scars hidden in the delicate parts of her body.

“And the scars? Is there something you can tell me about those scars?” I ticked, losing patience by the second.

The doctor took another long look at the scars, and another long look at me.

“I’m afraid this is as a result of the witch’s bane.” She says slowly, scared of my reaction.

“What do you mean?”

“This witch has been tortured, and it appears it’s recent. Using the witch’s bane.”

I couldn’t express the pain and anger that filled me. I could hear the accusations in the doctor’s tone.

They thought I did that. And I couldn’t blame them. The witch’s bane was a weapon found only in the bloodMoon pack.

Which is my pack. Making me realize something that changed the dynamics of things. I never ordered anything of the sorts.

But someone did. And right under my nose.