Chapter Six: Daerius

My wolf is so annoying, I am trying to think but he won’t shut up. This girl made a good point, if she stays here then I can teach her how to get along with wolves.

And you can make sure she doesn’t turn into the monster that killed your mother and sister, Madox pipes in. I run my hand through my hair in frustration.

“Very well,” I say, and she looks at me in shock.

“What?”

“You may stay in the pack,” I mutter quickly before I can change my mind. Her eyes widen and her mouth opens and closes several times.

“Thank you so much! I can promise you that you will not regret your decision!” She gushes and I roll my eyes but can’t help the smile that crosses my lips from making my mate happy.

“Now how the hell do I get down from here?” She mutters and I remember that as is hanging upside down from the ceiling. She is staring at the chains around her ankles.

“I will call some guards to help you down,” I mutter, pushing open a portion of the wall. I slip through quickly and wave over a few of my guards.

“Get her down and bring her to my office,” I order.

“But sir, she’s a drag-”

“I know! Do as I tell you, do not question my orders! Take her to my office and do not let the pack see her!” I growl and they bow in respect.

I stalk through the prison maze before making it out into the forest. I suck in a deep breath and close my eyes as the familiar scent fills my nose.

The prison reeks of rogues and blood, so I do not go in there very often. The only time I usually do, is when one of my own pack members is in, but that hasn’t happened for almost two years.

Are you going to tell her about being mates? Madox suddenly asks me and I pause.

No, I tell him, and he growls.

Why not?

Because by telling her we are mates, I have made her my responsibility and my Luna! I snap.

She is already your responsibility, and what is wrong with her being Luna? He asks. I hear him snarl when I remain silent and start walking back to my house instead.

It’s because she’s a dragon isn’t it? That’s the stupidest thing I have ever heard! You heard her yourself, she is not a vicious creature, hell, she’s willing to live in a pack of fucking wolves for god’s sake! He growls at me. I clench my jaw and push him to the back of my mind.

I am so lost in my thoughts that I don’t even realize I am in my office until somebody knocks.

“Come in,” I say, shaking my head and sitting up in my chair. The door swings open to reveal the girl struggling between two guards.

I put up my hand and they pause, long enough for her to yank her arms out of their grip. She shoots them dirty looks and she curses them under her breath.

I raise an eyebrow at some of the language she uses, and she rolls her eyes when she notices me listening.

She sits down in one of the chairs in front of my desk.

“Oh my god this is so comfy!” She laughs and starts bouncing up and down in the chair. I watch her with furrowed brows and hear Madox laughing in my head.

“Have you ever been in a chair before?” I ask roughly. Her cheeks redden and she clears her throat.

“Uh-no, not really. The last time was probably when I was 3 or 4 years old,” she mutters, and I want to smash my head in.

You are such an ass! Madox growls and I agree with him.

“We need to figure out what you will be doing in the pack, for now you will be by my side at all times,” I decide and Madox happily agrees.

“What the hell am I going to do all day?” She asks.

“Nothing, I need to see how you interact with the pack first,” I tell her, and she sighs.

“Won’t they react a little badly at the idea of a dragon being by their Alpha’s side at all times?”

“They won’t know you are a dragon; nobody knows what a dragon smells or looks like anymore so it shouldn’t be too difficult,” I explain.

“But I sure as hell don’t smell like a wolf, and I’m pretty sure I don’t look like one either,” she scoffs, leaning back to cross her arms over her chest.

No, you don’t look like a wolf, I sigh internally.

She looks like a goddess, Madox voices my thoughts. Her chest is full, and her crossed arms are only making her cleavage more defined. She is wearing a tank top, showing off her upper body, and even with her baggy cargo pants, I can tell she has long, toned legs.

“I’ll figure it out, but in the meantime, I will show you to your room,” I say and leave my office, the girl right behind me.

I take her up the stairs and to a set of carved wooden doors. I push them open and she gasps, staring at the room in awe.

“Do you like it?”

She wanders into the room, nodding her head vigorously.

“Good, my room is right across the hall if you need anything,” I mutter, and she nods to show she is still listening. She walks around the room, touching a few things, almost as if to make sure they are real.

“Thank you, Alpha . . .?” She trails off.

“Daerius, but you don’t need to use formalities when we are not around any other wolves,” I tell her.

“My name is Lyzaria,” she says.

Lyzaria, I like it! Madox purrs happily making me roll my eyes.

“Would you mind me calling you Lyza?”

“I’d prefer you call me Lyzaria,” she retorts, and I smirk.

“Lyza it is then.”