Chapter 4

 

LUTHER'S POV

 

The way he looked at her. Hell, the way they looked at each other unnerved me greatly. Did she really think I'd not notice?

 

My eyes were fixed on him as I fought the urge to rip out his freaking bones and feed it to him. He wouldn't dare…

 

"You may leave now," I forced a smile. I would have her head if she does anything sneaky.

 

She bowed curtly, squared her shoulders and walked away without looking back. Jealousy enveloped me as I watched her disappear round the large hallway. Melisa wasn't just a surrogate, she lit me in ways I couldn't explain. Her smile, her teal eyes that were perfectly etched on her face, jet black curly hair that dropped to her waist.

 

I had resisted the urge ramming her to the bedpost and sucking off the juice in her slit because of my pup– I'd go nuts if anything happened to my pup. And out of the blues some wreck of a man who thought of himself like a god thinks he could come and take what's mine?

 

The council had passed the verdict to take place in six moons. Sweat creased on my forehead, I knew Benedict more than anyone of those scrawny men– they'd underestimated his prowess and that was enough reason to get rid of him and six moons was too long a time to do that.

 

"Take him to the gorge cage," I drawled. As tension furrowed on my forehead. The surprise on the faces of the bodyguards were visible but none questioned my words– they wouldn't dare.

 

"Alpha Luther–" Larsen, my Beta, questioned moving closer to me.

 

No response.

 

"The gorge–"

 

I glared at him with a scowl, covering the distance between us. "Do you have something to say," my eyes darkened with anger and an insatiable urge to rip my captive heart out of its rib cage. I'd waited all my life for this– I woke up every day, drafting out the punishment and torture I would put Benedict through. The kind of torture that'll scorch his bones till his flesh peeled off.

 

I wanted to subdue him in ways he wouldn't be able to speak of. Pull out his teeth and feed it to him before injecting him with something that would burn his soul– wolfs-bane.

 

Larsen bowed slightly, "Not to dispute your words," he said coolly, "But the gorge would ruin him. The moo-"

 

"To hell with the Moomicrant," I snapped and my jaw clenched in anger. I only called for them to fulfill all obligations, nothing more than that, "I am the Alpha. I make the rules whatever I say goes,"

 

Larsen for once didn't seem to agree with me. But he knew better than to argue, I was Alpha Luther– I would twist his neck, yank it off his body and wrap it as a present to his mate on her doorstep.

 

"He would die at once,"

 

He was still going to die anyway. I only wanted to hasten it.

 

I grabbed Larsen by the neck and stared down on him. He struggled to break free from my grip in between gasping for air.

 

"And what would put you in this mood?" A silvery voice sounded from behind me. I shoved Larsen away and he barely staggered to regain his balance on the marble floor.

 

My jaw tightened even more– Dahlia. What In the name of the goddess was she doing here?

 

Dahlia placed a hand on my shoulders and walked around me, her eyes filled with disdain as she looked at Benedict briefly before turning to face me. She caressed my cheeks softly, a soft gasp escaped my lips and I felt half relieved– for what it was worth she was my first love, my mate. She knew exactly what to do, when to do it.

 

"You look stressed my love," her seductive voice broke through the ravaging anger that tore at the very core of my being. I felt a bulge in my pants and I scooped her into my hands breathing in her fresh scent of lavender and camwood.

 

"I just got out of a meeting with the–"

 

Dahlia brain clicked at that point. Benedict had been on my radar for the longest time, long enough to not need any introduction.

 

Her eyes widened with surprise as she pointed at him, "Is…is that–" her voice faltered.

 

I nodded, my brain was getting hazy from breathing her in. I wanted to fuck her, till her fingers dug into my back and blood flowed through every depth she made. I wanted to slam into her, body against my body till I was drunk in her juices.

 

On a second thought.

 

"I have other things to attend to," I said to no one in particular, fondling Dahlia blonde hair. Today was Melisa's lucky day and it was all thanks to my pup growing in the confines of her body.

 

"Throw him in the dungeon. I'd deal with him later." I placed a fierce kiss on Dahlia forehead, she moaned inaudibly I almost missed it. I was going to take out my frustration on her, spread her knees wide and bury my head between them till she spoke only gibberish.

 

Larsen's expression softened a bit. And I almost lost my libido because the urge to slam him into the concrete wall coursed through me…till Dahlia pinched my nipples. She was the typical Luna– regal and curt on the outside but a slut, my slut on the inside. She was fire and all shades of whores in the bedroom, she claimed me even more than I could her.

 

She wanted me as much as I wanted her and I wouldn't miss this for all the generation of the Moomicrant and whatever crap they stood for. As for the bastard Benedict, he was going to die– just not today.