CAPTURE THE PRISONER.

𝑯𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒚. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑.

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈.

“𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆.” 𝑯𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆.

𝑰 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔.

𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅.

𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆.

“𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆.” 𝑯𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒏.

“𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚—”

𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏. “𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕.”

𝑯𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒖𝒑.

𝑰 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚.

“𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆.” 𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒘𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅. 𝑰 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅.

𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈.

“𝑰𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕?”

𝑰 𝒏𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅.

“𝑬𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚, 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆.” 𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒅.

𝑾𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅. “𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆?”

𝑰 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅. “𝑹𝒂𝒂𝒗𝒂.”

“𝑹𝒂𝒂𝒗𝒂. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆.” 𝑯𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅. “𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎?”

𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒘𝒍.

“𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚, 𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝑹𝒂𝒂𝒗𝒂. 𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒙.”

𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆.

𝑰 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅.

“𝑰’𝒎 𝑼𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍, 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚.” 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆. “𝑼𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒆𝒔.” 𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆.

After a couple of days, I never saw him again for 12 years.

I heard my inner wolf speak. “𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐑𝐚𝐚𝐯𝐚.”

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆?

“𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭? 𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞. 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭.”

I was stunned, awful enough not to speak.

Was he the one I’ve been looking for? I don’t care about having multiple mates. He is the only one I want.

I walked up to him.

I felt drawn towards him and didn’t care if he was filthy, wearing only his tattered loose trousers.

His bloody legs.

His thickened hair, mixed with sweat, blood and dirt.

I unconsciously raised my hand and softly touched his rough cheek.

He hesitated for a second and then he glanced up at me.

In that moment, I think he knew, because his eyes widened as it glowed red.

He seemed baffled at my appearance before him.

I almost fell down on my knees.

What is Ragnulf doing here?

“Ra…Ragnulf, how come…” I stuttered.

He chuckled. “Ragnulf?” He scoffed. “You must be seeing double, bitch. You wrecked up my pack and you don’t know my name.”

“Huh!” What was he talking about?

“My name is Eyolf, not Ragnulf. Did you perhaps kidnap me without knowing who I was after throwing wolfsbane in my chamber, Omega?”

Eyolf.

He looked exactly like my husband. Were they twins by chance?

“Are you surprised I’m your mate?” He stated in a mockery tone.

I had to lean on something.

This was too much of a shock, and I could hear the warriors gasping at the revelation Eyolf had just spilled.

He was so damn handsome. More than Ragnulf himself, even though they look alike.

Were they twins?

He was my second mate?

The Alpha of the White Moon pack.

The man I subconsciously forced out of his pack without even bothering to look at him to surrender to me.

I burned down his village and almost wiped out his clan, following my father’s instruction.

That alpha was…my mate?

How absurd of me. What have I done?

“Are you…by chance, related to Ragnulf?”

“What kind of stupid question is this?” He laughed.

I have to talk to him somewhere. This wouldn’t be good, letting the warriors know our conversation.

“We are going to have a talk. Once we got to the pack,” I said and forced myself to walk away from him.

Damn, he was hot.

And at that moment, I could also remember my father’s words in my head.

“You are a useless Omega,” He yelled and pushed me away from him as I fell to the ground wincing in pain.

“I wish you were not born. Do you know how many people that mock me every day because of you, huh! Do you know? You slimy weakling, piece of shit. What if you can morph into your wolf form? What else? What’s so special about you? You can’t even use the Clan’s fire powers properly or can you pass the portal? What kind of disgusting trash did I give birth to?” He yelled.

His fangs sprouted at me when a young woman interrupted him, pleading with him to have mercy on me.

It has always been like this, always, but I can’t seem to remember who she is.

The memory of 12 years ago is a little blurry that all I can remember were the words of my father.

Why was I recalling such a memory at a time like this?

“Come home, immediately.” I heard my father’s voice through mind-link, interrupting my thoughts to come home and my mate’s image also came across my head.

He looked so much like a Ragnulf. I just can't get his image out of my head.

What would have happened, for father to react in such a manner and order for my return as soon as possible?

“Alright.” I mind-linked him and sighed.

I stepped away from my mate, panting, and avoided his gaze.

I got to my horse, climbed it, and all I could think of right now was my mate.

Upon reaching the pack, my guards imprisoned my mate.

I felt my wolf whimper within me, walking away from my mate and not doing anything about it.

I felt bad as well.

How will I be able to explain to my father that the Alpha of the White Moon pack is also my mate and to my monster of a husband?

What will his reaction be?

Can I even tell those two about him? What if they sense his scent around me? I’m doomed?

If they find out, my life will be in jeopardy and my father will have my head drooped.

What if Eyolf and Ragnulf have a relationship and possess the same scents?

I stepped through the hall and saw a couple of alphas drinking and cheering up with a toast.

My father wasn’t there, so I went to see my mate in prison. I felt my eyes welling up as I got closer.

I need to calm down. No need to be emotional and relieved.