Chapter 6

Damon's POV

I hold her in my arms in a cradle to help ease some of the pain from my movement. I see in my peripherals that my men are busy with cleaning up my rage.

There's bodies, blood, and destruction everywhere. Not only did I come to kill them all, I came to tear down the territory that the pack built. My hope is that this will send a message to the others that this is what happens when one crosses the kingdom.

When one pack falls, we all suffer. I do have a nagging feeling that this may make it more difficult in future interactions with other pack Alphas, but this was necessary for all. Look

I don't especially like having to punish my people, not like this. I know that the Silver Rock pack members had nothing to do with their Alpha's treason, but I had no choice. The law is there for a reason, which is to prevent terror of this scale.

My heart fell for my people that were dead by my very own hands. Damn Lancaster Mills. Damn him to hell. Though I know that I took care of this traitor, I also know that this isn't over.

I don't know what other information he gave the Hyrbids or who else he was working with. There's no way that Mills truly knew all that he told. This means he had help with betraying us and I have to find out just who that was.

As long as our location is compromised, there will always be the threat of war looming over us. I have a lot of work to do waiting for me back at the kingdom. My first stop is looking into the other Alphas and even those in aristocracy.

My men pause momentarily as I pass them, whispering amongst themselves as they see the young she-wolf in my arms. I can sense their unease seeing her.

I get how it looks as I gave them orders that no one leaves alive except for us. Normally I would stay true to my word, but this was an extenuating circumstance.

I grumble loudly enough so they can hear me, "I found my mate." This was enough for them to stop whispering and they nod their heads in respect.

It may appease them for now, but that's sure to change. We don't know anything about her. We didn't even know that she was even alive.

I feel a parade of emotions coming from the beautiful body I'm holding. There's so much confusion and self-doubt pouring out of her. Anger rises up within me tenfold as I think about the torment my mate went through.

This pack aided in creating these feelings within her. I can feel her wolf hidden deep down inside of her. I feel it cowering in the shadows of her soul. My beast starts to purr in order to comfort her, doing his best to ease some of her inner conflict, but it's no use.

She's not only suffering from serious physical injuries, but also traumatic emotional ones. This is serious. These wounds won't heal if her mental state is this battered. She could die.

"Don't worry mate." I whisper softly. "I'm going to take you home so you can mend." I say this, but can her mental and psychological wounds really mend?

I'll need to find a psychologist for her to help her heal. Maybe if I find someone that has no relations with me, she might feel comfortable enough to talk and get the process started.

My healers are the best of the best, I made damn sure of it. However, there's some things that they won't be able to heal.

Looking at her now, I see so many areas that have obviously been broken and are now improperly healed from most likely her setting them herself. I wish I could rip Lancaster Mills's heart out a million times. Maybe then his debt to her would be repaid.

I secure her against me, feeling her curves softly push into me. The desire my beast feels is growing and I groan. Now is not the time for this. He really does insert himself at the worst moments, but I know that it's because of the newly established mate bond strengthening.

Regardless, I've had to have more conversations with him in the past twenty minutes than I've ever had to since he came to me. Dixon, you need a cold shower. We. We need a cold shower.

Under normal circumstances, we would be spending the next twenty-four hours in passionate ecstasy which would end up with me marking her as my mate for eternity. Soon after, we would have the mating ceremony to celebrate in front of the entire kingdom.

These aren't normal circumstances however. I've just killed every single wolf in this territory and she witnessed the death of her father and brother. I don't think she would be much upset with that fact after seeing what they did to her.

Still, what she's went through this evening is enough to send anyone to a trip to crazy town. It's not much longer before we meet up with my convoy, just another mile. This territory was tucked away pretty far from the border, most likely a safety precaution.

I feel her body start to limp. She's losing consciousness. I have to get there fast before she loses any chance of recovering from these injuries.

The further away from her pack I get, the less harsh the scent of blood and smoke becomes. I can't worry about that right now. I have to get her to the infirmary and convene with my men about this new information regarding the Hybrids.

Since she's lost consciousness, I feel like I am able to run with her to get to my vehicle quicker. I secure her and start running just under my shifted speed and I start to see them all up ahead.

When we get to my Hummer, I lay her down across the backseat and get in next to her. Her head is positioned in my lap and I drape my arms across her to make sure she doesn't jostle too much.

"Victor, I know it probably goes without saying, but I need you to step on it." With a curt nod, Victor does just that and we jolt forward from the motion.

I brace myself for a long ride back to the castle and my mind runs wild with thoughts of today's events. After a quick phone call is made to have the infirmary prepped and ready for Leena, I close my eyes and doze off without even realizing it.

I wake up to my door being opened and Victor holding out a helpful hand. "Thank you Victor. You're appreciated as always." I take his hand with one of mine and worm my way out with Leena in my other.

Before I can make it any further, the head nurse is out with a stretcher and spouting out instructions to her people. I give her an update on Leena and she rushes off with her, leaving me standing outside the castle with any empty feeling.

I make my way to my study. It should be my bed, but I have way to much work to do. I have to find out who else Lancaster was working with so I can deal with them too.

As soon as the light turns on, Torrance shifts into his human form. He's donning his usual black attire and the dark circles under his eyes tell me he's doing just as well as I am.

"Your Majesty, the job has been finished and the rest of your men are heading back as we speak. However, there's something I wish to discuss with you."

I glare at him. I know what he wants to speak with me about. I don't know why he's being so formal tonight. Instead of answering him, I just grunt to let him know I'm listening.

"Pardon the bluntness, Majesty. It's just who is that she-wolf and why is she even here? You were to kill the entire pack, not take home some consolation prize."

My eyes flash black at his statement. "Careful Torrance, you forget with whom you speak." That is the only warning I'll give him.

"My apologies. But seriously, inquiring minds wish to know." He sits gracefully on the corner of my desk and crosses his legs.

I can't help but sigh. He's not going to be the only one who wants to know. I plop down in the chair behind my desk and prop my feet up on it, leaning back from exhaustion.

I pinch the bridge of my nose in annoyance and exhaustion. "She's Lancaster Mills's daughter, Leena Mills. She's the child he spouted off about losing during birth. She's also my mate."

As if satisfied, Torrance stands to his feet and heads out from my study. As he leaves, he turns his head and smirks. "I never took you for one to settle down." With that, he leaves me in solitude. I finally succumb to my exhaustion and dream of Leena's hands and mouth making their ways up and down my body.