8. To Have His Heir

CHAPTER 8: To Have His Heir

NATALIE's POV:

I could never get used to this sensation.

The taste of absolute control and I basked in it. I triumphed internally as the guards moved out under my single command, and with a satisfying smirk plastered on my face, I knew I loved every bit of this.

This was what power felt like; Being able to manipulate anyone and everything with just a single word. I could have just anyone bowing at my feet and worshiping, or else they’d face the consequences.

The single thought of anyone taking my place as the Luna of the Fangborn pack didn't bode well with me. It was unbearable to even think about it. Anyone who dares glance at Alpha Maverick so much as in the wrong way would have me to deal with, personally.

Not even that pathetic, useless Omega, Pyra, would ever take my rightful position. I was born to be Luna, and that bitch, Pyra, wanted to take my birthright. Let's just say she won't be seen or missed anytime soon.

I made sure my brother and the pack warriors were present to make sure she didn’t make it alive even if the goddess intervened. I persuaded every one of them to keep the secret to their graves because if anyone ever dares to betray me, they’ll be gone... permanently. I was a hundred percent sure that no one would ever find out.

With that weakling ginger freak out of the way, it's time to devise my plans and secure my rightful place as Luna of this pack.

As I walked to the pack house, the silence was deafening, save for a few steps of pack members scurrying away.

A maid rushed towards me, fear and panic evident in her eyes, and the moment her eyes locked into mine, they widened further. She bowed immediately.

"Greetings, Luna." I smiled at the sweet sound of the title. I made sure every maid and member in this pack addressed me by my soon-to-be title, or else they will have it hot with me.

I scrutinized the maid, enjoying my display of power. There’s nothing more thrilling than this. "You may leave, peasant." She rushed away upon hearing my command.

I couldn't help the frown that surfaced on my lips, she was coming from Maverick's office. Why was she there, alone with my future mate? My mind played with numerous possibilities, and I memorized the maid's face just in case she did what I thought, touching my breast while making sure the substance was there.

If that maid did what I think she has done, I would have her and her family’s heads. I’ll make her suffer a fate even worse than death.

I shook the glass in my hands before opening the door to see Alpha Maverick, all stressed and massaging his temples.

"M'Lord, my Alpha," I purred, softly biting the corners of my lips. Birth of my plan. "Why need coffee when you can get wine and a hot body? Just the two of us, alone." I noticed the coffee by the table and confirmed the maid was there for the coffee.

He was unwilling and tired, and I could see in his eyes that he was thinking about one person I've hated ever since I could remember: Pyra. I don't need to be the smartest person on earth to see this.

Even in death, that bitch still had a great influence on Maverick, therefore causing me more trouble. I knew I had to do something.

Maverick was about to speak, but I covered his lips with mine, softly allowing them to dance against each other. I heard the shattering of glass but didn’t care to check.

He mourned against my lip, and I knew I'd gotten him. I slipped my hands into my bra and brought out the powder, immediately pouring it into his drink.

"Don't be in a rush, bad boy. Take a drink first." I pushed the drink into his lips, but he shook his head.

"Babe, as much as I would love this, I have a lot of work to do now. You need to leave..." I didn't give him much time and engulfed his lips with a soft kiss.

"You won't get drunk. This is only a cup of alcohol. It won't make you stop working. For now, you don't want me to be alone, do you?" I said, making my voice sound whiny.

"Take it. You're tired, and you can't work this way. This drink would help ease your tension," I convinced him, letting the hems of my nightgown fall to expose part of my breast.

Maverick slowly drank it, making a victorious smile plaster over my lips. This was my plan—to make him lose control and sleep with me. I shall have his heir, and that would secure my position as Luna of this pack. As Maverick's eyes began to close as the drug took effect, I swung into action, undressing him.

"I'm so tired," he said, resting his back on his desk.

I pulled his belt and roughly tore his buttoned clothes. He was an Alpha, and the effects of this drug wouldn't last long.

"W-what are y-you doing?" Maverick asked in a daze, weakly struggling to re-buckle his belt.

"Something you've always wished for but don't know yet," I said in haste, pulling my nightgown away. "I'm going to have your heir."

Maverick shoved me off him, but I was too strong. Even though the drug had taken effect, he was still too strong for me to subdue. But I was titled one of the strongest warriors in this pack despite the disagreement from the males. I wouldn't back down when my destiny called.

"I-I don't want you; I w-want Pyra."

My eyes widened in rage, and I gritted my teeth. That bastard still affects him, even now?

"You do not want her, Maverick," I snarled, restraining him. "It's me you want, Maverick. You only want me." I climbed on top of him, determined to make my words final and secure my position forever. Just as I was about to claim him, a voice interrupted.

"What the hell are you doing?" My eyes flashed desperately towards the door, my grip on Maverick's wrist tightening.

"Get the fuck out of here, whoever you are," I snarled, my voice low and dangerous. No one is going to ruin my plans. No one!

I couldn't see who it was, as my mind was too clouded with anger and desperation to see or recognize the voice.

"What the hell are you doing to my son?" I stopped in my tracks as Luna Elodie, Maverick's mother bellowed.