Chapter Four- Little Devil

The presence in the room was powerful, and I felt restrained to the bed by anxiety as I clawed my fingers into the sheets, steadying my breath.

Listening attentively, I tried to pinpoint where the person was in my room, and I could hear the pounding of their heart and their deep breathing coming from the corner where my window was. But whoever it was, they had their scent mask.

Finally, realizing that I was only being watched, and the intruder didn't plan to attack me, I squeezed the blanket in my hands and screamed, "Rona! Help me!!"

Immediately, I heard footsteps and swayed my gaze to the window to see only the moving curtains. Whoever it was, they were swift on their feet and gone.

When my room door burst open, I sat up and gazed at Rona, rushing towards me as she cried out, "Are you okay, my Luna?"

Of course, I wasn't fine and was a bit shaking. But as I took one more look at the window, I recall a similar force from earlier today that matched what I felt just now, and I looked back at Rona.

"It was just an awful dream," I mumbled, smiling at her as I gazed into her yellow eyes.

"Are you sure?" Rona said, darting her gaze around the room.

The look of death in her eyes told me she was prepared to kill someone. But I needed to make sure my assumption was right. So I gave a wake smile and mumbled, "Yes. I'm sure that it was just a nightmare."

Then I pushed the cover off me and stepped out of my bed, walking over to my closet. 

"Where are you going at this hour, my Luna?" Rona asked, her eyes fixed on me as I took out a simple silk dress and frock.

After pulling my nightgown off my body, I looked at Rona and said, "I'm going for a walk and some cold air… I gave some instructions concerning prisoner number one. Has it been done yet?"

"Yes, my Luna. He is recovering in the west wing as you requested." Rona mumbled, approaching me.

Then she took my frock out of my hands and assisted me in wearing it. Once she got done, I looked into her eyes, and said, "You can leave now. I would like to stroll alone."

"Yes, my Luna!" Rona hastily said.

Yet her eyes bore worry in them before she turned away from me and walked out of the room.

Since it was night, and Thor had not been whipped for a while, I'm certain that his wounds had healed quite enough for him to go on night adventure. But if he was the one in my room, why didn't he make a move?

Maybe he was grateful to me for taking him out of the filthy cell. But whatever the case is, I would rather check on him and see if he had not escaped our territories, even though it's much harder than him sneaking in my room and could lead to his death.

  When I entered the west wing, I could feel the eyes of a couple of servants on me as I walked down the corridor.

"Why is our Luna coming here at such an hour?"

"It's said that she took pity on the slave number one, and send him here to heal." 

"Maybe she came to check up on him."

Their whispered echoes in my ear, and I simply sneered, realizing how tolerant I was compared to my uncle.

When I reached the chamber that Thor was kept in, I gazed at the guards and asked, "How's the prisoner?" 

"He was attended to by Arthritis and hasn't made a sound since the doctor left." One of the betas immediately answered.

"Have he been fed?" 

"Mmmh,"

How was I supposed to make peace with Thor if we are starving and manhandling him? If things were to continue at this rate, I will never establish peace between our pack.

A sense of anger sparked in me, and I took a moment to calm down before commanding, "Open the door and shut it after me! You guys should leave afterward. I want no one in this wing until I leave. Understand?!"

Frowning, he glared at me and mumbled, "But my Luna, you can't be left alone with that barbarian! He's an enemy of this pack and…" 

"Anyone who disobeys my order will take prisoner number one's place in the dungeon indefinitely! Is that clear!?"

"Yes, my Luna!" 

Taking his gaze off me, he focused on the others and commanded, "Open the doors for our Luna!"

After the doors were pushed open, I raised my chin and walked into the chamber, stopping when I heard the echoes of the doors shutting behind me.

For a moment I stood still, awakening my wolf as I listened for sounds of heartbeat, breathing, and footsteps.

It took a while, but finally, the entire west wind grew quiet with only Thor and I's heartbeat and breath echoing in my ears.

Darting my eyes around the room, my gaze rested on the opened window, and I smirked, knowing my assumption was right.

Calmly, I walked up to Thor and sat on the bed, beside him, staring at the sweat dripping down his forehead.

His body was drenched in sweat, and my hand reached for his face, resting my palm gently upon his cheek. I guess his little trip took a toll on his body.

 It has only been this morning, he was in such a horrible state, and he took no pity on his body to jump from such high heights. Now he's pretending to be asleep.

With my eyes focused on his fluttering lashes, I smirked, tracing my fingertip against his sweaty chest and feeling my body become hot as his sweat wet my skin. Then I stopped my fingers at his nipple and grabbed it before twisting it hard.

Immediately, Thor's eyelids rose as a moan crawled from his throat, and he grabbed my wrist, yanking me hard to the bed.

Within a second, he had climbed above me and clapped his hands over my mouth,  pressing me flat against the bed.

"Who the fuck are you?!... Where is Hatzis!" Thor whispered, yet his tone was aggressive.

Staring into his red eyes, I struggled and got the skin of his palm between my teeth and bit hard into his flesh, tasting his blood on my tongue.

As rage flickered in Thor's eyes, his hand remained pressed tightly on my mouth as he mumbled, "You little devil! I will make you pay for that!"