Uninvited Yet Unstoppable

Dravin's POV 

"I still can't believe we didn't know this," Soren said thoughtfully as he tapped his feet rhythmically on the floor of my office. "I also think it's your fault for not checking in all the years until you claimed her."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as I perused through a document.

It's been a week since the ritual, and Soren still hasn't gotten past the fact that Elora was scarred, fat, and ugly. He always brought it up whenever we saw her, which, for some reason, has been every day for the last three days.

"You could have checked," I said with evident boredom in my voice. "You are in charge of intelligence."

"I'm not the one getting mated to her," he argued.

I looked up at him for a few seconds, but he wasn't even looking at me. He was staring at the ceiling like there was something of interest up there.

Turning back to my work, I decided it wasn't worth it to reply.

"It's funny, but I still like her," Soren laughed. "She seems to know how to get on your bad side and stay there. Most others die before they can really get under your skin."

"She's taking advantage of the fact that she's my Luna," I replied. "I only have to endure her for two months, and she's gone."

"That's never a nice thing to say about your Luna," Soren sighed. "What if she actually stayed? I mean, what if two months isn't the end for her?"

I gave him a deadpan look at that.

"It is. It has to be."

Soren gave me a curious look.

"What's going on, Alpha?"

The image of Elora's eyes flashed in my mind. Those mesmerizing eyes. Those...

...familiar eyes.

"She unsettles me. In a way beyond just her physical limitations," I shrugged nonchalantly. "She just rubs me the wrong way."

Soren still fixed me with a curious stare, but his expression softened into a smile.

"For an old head like you, you can be quite petty."

I snorted at that.

"Being petty is the best part of being old."

Soren laughed this time while I went back to reading through the papers in front of me.

My office was quite expansive.

In a different hallway from my room, I try to keep it as secluded as possible. Seldom visited, even by the cleaners.

It was a pathetic attempt to separate my personal and work life, but I preferred it that way.

Inside, a lush green rug covered the floor. The rug, designed as blades of grass, helped me feel like I was closer to nature.

To the left of the room was a small living room setting with two long couches adjacent to each other and a center table. To the right was a massive bookshelf containing my collection of documents dating back centuries.

A lot of my deeds were recorded there, both good and bad.

I created the Sulk Pack 500 years ago.

Due to a past I wish I could forget, I was in a terrible mood at the time. A terrible mood that lasted a century and a half. For 150 years, all I knew was blood, gore, war, and terror. I started battles with everyone I could just to find something to immerse myself in, except the pain and grief that enveloped me.

I tore down an age of the growing civilization of werewolves and murdered at least half of the population during my rampage. I gained followers who worshipped and feared me, stories of me being a demon circulated, and before long, I was made into the equivalent of a living nightmare.

It took a lot to quell my anger, and by the time I had my fill of it all, I was left in a terrible mood. Peace treaties were signed with me by Alphas who wanted to preserve the little they had left. One of which is what I have with the Stormclaw Pack.

If their firstborn child was a female, then she was betrothed to me as tribute until their generation dies out.

It was a pact signed in blood. One among many others.

Sulk Pack was created with the aim of creating a place where my followers—who usually had nowhere else to go—could stay and create a home for themselves.

Soon enough, it grew into the powerhouse that I own today.

Laying my head on my desk, which sat at the far wall, directly opposite the door, I thought about Irikah again.

"I need a fûcking break," I muttered.

"Then go rest," Soren said, his voice somewhat surprising me. Lost in my thoughts, I actually forgot that he was still in here.

He remained silent for a bit but kept talking when I didn't move.

"You need to give yourself some time to rest. You might be an Alpha in all of your glory, but mental fatigue is a lot more taxing than physical, and you have very few ways of tackling it if not proper rest. You've been working yourself nonstop since the ritual, and I'll be honest, it's both childish and unhealthy."

"You have no idea," I muttered.

Soren has absolutely no idea what Elora does to me. The thoughts she makes me have, the feelings she makes me feel, and the memories she makes me remember.

"You won't tell me, will you?" He asked. "There's a lot more to the Luna than you're letting on."

He paused, as if waiting for an answer to his statement. When it was clear that he wasn't going to get more out of me, he shrugged.

"Get some rest, Dravin. Believe me, you need it a lot more than you think."

"Yeah," I nodded as I stood up. "I'm done with my work anyway. Get those documents to the Crescent Pack. Those are my terms, and I would not be changing them. Also, inform them they shouldn't expect any threats from the Blood Moon Pack for a while."

"Speaking of the Blood Moon Pack," Soren said, standing up as well. "They have been diligent with the payment of their tribute and fulfillment of their pact, but they've been quite troublesome since their present Alpha started his rule. Do you need me to give them a bit of a warning?"

"Don't bother with it," I said dismissively. "They must have realized that I have started moving again. I'm pretty sure he'll be smart enough to be careful. Besides, what he does with his pack is his business. As long as he doesn't affect me, my pack, my allies, and my business, I don't think there's much to do about him. A little competition between packs is somewhat expected, and I think it's good as well."

Soren nodded thoughtfully.

"You'll be going to bed then?"

I nodded in response.

"I'm spent, and my mind is both jumbled and clogged at the same time."

He nodded with a smile as well.

"Get some much-needed rest, Alpha."

I grunted my reply and promptly exited the room before Soren could ask another question. He was a great guy, but he tended to get too curious sometimes. It was hard to deal with.

Walking at a leisurely pace, I strolled out of the mostly deserted hallway, across the main hall and living room, and headed up the stairs to the bedrooms on the second floor.

This floor alone had sixteen bedrooms, and I had one more built into the end of it. The seventeenth bedroom was a large circular space I made into my bedroom, making it resemble a spire that rose twice the height of the mansion.

As I neared the door, I noticed a figure in front of it.

I identified the person immediately.

No one has the disgusting figure that she does.

With a scowl, I quickened my pace and was in front of her in seconds.

"You only have a few seconds to tell me what in goddess' name you are doing here."

"I was told that this was your favorite bedroom in the house," Elora said calmly, staring into my eyes.

I was a little taken aback, but I wasn't exactly surprised. Her confidence seemed to be growing at an alarming rate since the ritual.

"You didn't answer my question."

She stayed silent for a few seconds and fixed me with those blue eyes.

Those eyes that I can't bear to look at but can't seem to look away from.

"I want a purpose."

Her words were clear and concise, yet vague at the same time.

"What?"

"You hate me. You avoid me, and we don't get along," she said. "I don't care. I like it this way, in fact. But, I'm bored."

I almost couldn't believe my ears.

"What?"

"Give me something to do, Alpha Dravin," she stated.

"And what would that be?" I asked, my voice laced with disgust. "You might not have noticed it, but you aren't exactly—"

"Good for anything? I know," she rolled her eyes. "I want to start managing the affairs of the household and the economic welfare of the pack. I already have the head maid's blessing, and I would need a budget."

"What makes you think I will let you?" I hissed.

She smiled at that.

"Because I make you uncomfortable. If you don't let me, then I will stick with you everywhere you go from today onwards."