Chapter 4: Taming the Wild

The House of Vagamor; South of the Realm.

Orvyn's POV

'She's the enemy's daughter,' I wanted to remind myself. 'Do not forget what her father made you lose.'

The encounter I had with her in the woods kept popping out of nowhere and everywhere in my head. The closeness of our bodies and the feeling of our heart beating against each other was an experience I never thought I'd one day have.

Being the daughter of the enemy, any act of intimacy between us would spark debate among the elders of The Table. Especially the power-hungry Archibald. He had been on my tail for a very long time, scouting for loopholes under my reign.

The unity of the pack would be threatened, and Alpha Kazamir would widen the crevice to attack my pack and take my kingdom.

Never!

But those grey eyes that reflected the iridescence of the moon... I was lost in them.

'Get your head in the game!' I fought the images beclouding my mind and judgement.

It was becoming hard with each passing minute whenever I realized that I could just see her whenever I wanted. But I can't. I cannot be caught falling into the bed of my enemy's daughter.

Conrad, my best friend and Gamma, had noticed the sudden lapse in my movement during the training today. He had asked me if I was all right, and I had lied into his face. I had convinced him I was fine and ready to rumble. To prove the soundness of my health, I called up five Beta werewolves to the circle and fought them blindfolded.

I broke the arm of one, dislocated the shoulder of another, shifted the jaw of the third, and rendered unconscious the remaining two.

Of course, they were no match for me. Everybody cheered me on, but not Conrad. He knew something was not right with me. He always knew when I was not in the best of moods.

"I should go see her." I said to myself, pacing the polished wooden floor of my room.

'Don't! You'll get lost in those lustful eyes again,' my alter ego cautioned.

"I can't," I assured.

"What if she's a spy sent from her father?"

"Then there's only one way to find out."

I sauntered out of my room in high spirit, expecting the worst outcome. I went down the narrow hall that ended at the door of a small room kept for special kinds of prisoners.

Prisoners like her.

The dungeons weren't meant for people like her. I had a strong feeling that her sanity wouldn't last the next hour there.

Two Beta guards were manning the door on my command. I drew in a long breath and squared my shoulders in my usual manner.

Appearing less of who I was, would be disastrous for my reputation.

Without saying a word, they bowed and opened the door to let me into the room. I picked my steps, appearing as if all was well. But deep down, my organs were on fire. Only her heart-shaped lips could quench the raging fire roaring within me.

She was sitting close to the window when I saw her. Her clothes from last night were still on her, save the cape lying on the wooden floor beside the bed. She didn't change into the new garments I asked Emilia to bring for her.

The Summer breeze lifted her sandy hair backward above her shoulder as if heralding the presence of a queen. Part of her hair covered a fraction of her face, and I almost lost my cool fighting the urge to part them out of her face.

Her eyes were closed in a sleepy manner. She must be reveling in the peace of Summer. Who knows, this might be her best Summer yet.

"I see you're getting accustomed to your new place." I cleared my throat noisily to alert her if my presence.

"Does a prisoner ever have a choice?" She maintained her poise. I saw her face last night, but the crescent didn't do well revealing all I wanted to see. I wanted to see what she looked like in the brightness of the day.

But the Princess was as stubborn as her father.

"You've well said." I took a couple of short creaking steps, towards her, yet, she never opened her eyes to look at. "You should be grateful you didn't wake up in the dungeon, Princess."

She scoffed before responding. "You should be grateful my father doesn't know where I am. You'd have known what a real dungeon looks like."

"If you do not like the hospitality you're given, you can speak your hurt. I shall make arrangements for your next night in a room with the mice in the dungeon, until you reek of another man's piss and shit."

I never wanted any of such inhumane treatment for her, but I had to play tough for the effect.

Lucky for her, she never responded. I thought it got to her. Lucky for me.

"Have you tasted human dung, Alpha?" She still wasn't looking at me. I was certain I would lose it completely if she kept at it.

"Not that I know off." I knotted my brows. "Some might have dropped into my soup, I suppose. You never can be careful enough, you know."

She turned to glare at me, a wry smirk tugged at the end of her lips."A night at my father's dungeon will say to you, all I cannot say."

Fuck! She's pretty. More prettier than what I saw under the Crescent. More prettier that the ladies I had ever seen.

She had a round face that revealed a number of perfectly sculpted features that could make her pass for the Luna of any pack. Any Alpha would gladly give a half of his kingdom to have a prized jewel as her.

Her grey eyes and upturned nose were my side attractions to her overall beauty.

"Instead of wasting time arguing over whose dungeons brings the greater woe, would you rather we discussed your father?"

"My father?" She chuckled and returned her gaze to the window, resting her head on the wooden window frame. "It's a shame you don't know a tittle about who your enemy is."

"Tell me what I need to know about your father."

"He'll not come for me. You wasted your time capturing me." Her voice was surprisingly monotonous.

"No father would let his child suffer in enemy territory."

"My father will know it's a trap, and he'll never come for me the way you expected. He's too crafty to be cornered."

"We shall discuss the terms of your release with you as collateral. If he schemes any plan, we'll send your headless body to him in two separate coffins.

"That's a child's plan. You need to come up with something more tougher."

"Why does it sound like you're helping me here?" I was confused at the subtlety of her responses. They were too revealing.

"Because..." she turned to face me, rooting her eyes on me. "... we have a common enemy."