Chapter 8

Willow’s Pov

 

I didn't even ask him his name. The longer I waited for him to return, the more my anxiety grew. I have so many questions about what will become of me now. Am I a prisoner? Will I end up as their slave? That seems to be the only thing people want me for. The only thing I have been all my life.

 

 

The door opened up to reveal a bulky male with auburn hair. He looked quite handsome, but nothing compared to the man I was with earlier.

 

The look in his eyes suggests he doesn't like me at all.

 

He took a seat opposite me on the couch, with a little forced smile on his face.

 

“Hello, I’m your doctor, Caleb. Glad to see that you are finally awake. How are you feeling? You were brought in here by Alpha Klaus unconscious, and he has been quite worried about you.”

 

Even though the last statement carried a hint of sarcasm, my attention was hooked on the name he had mentioned. Did he mean THE ALPHA KLAUS?

as in the notorious crazy Klaus that goes on a killing rampage. There have been so many rumors about him and his crazy wolf.

The rumors made it seem like he was an animal.

Yet he had saved my life and has shown me so much kindness and warmth. More than I have ever received in my life. Or is it just part of a plan?

 

I looked up at the man whose smile had turned into a frown.

 

“I'm sorry for spacing out; I'm fine. Thank you. Thank you so much for taking care of me and healing me.”

 

Now that I know you are in good health, let's get on with business.

Besides being the pack healer, I am also the beta, and you were found trespassing on the pack lands. Which breaks the peace treaty rule between our lands. In other words, killing you and feeding your body to the wild wolves can suffice as a good enough punishment and lesson to others. Don't you think so?”

 

I shuddered at the thought; the look on his face suggested he really meant business. He really intends to get rid of me.

 

“You are a prisoner, yet you have been given royal treatment since you got here; it's time to remind you exactly what you are.

 

“Get on your knees and keep your head down; you do not get to look me in the eye.”

 

His dominant waves sent jolts of stifling shock inside me as I struggled to obey his command. I went on my knees and lowered my head in respect and submission. 

 

“Please forgive me. Coming into your land was an honest mistake.”

 

“So who are you? Are you a spy? Is this some kind of plot by the Easten wolves to invade us?

State your business; the Alpha had been unnaturally kind to you, and I am yet to figure out why. But if it is your plan to seduce him and make him weak, your plan will not work.”

 

He seems to genuinely care about his Alpha, and right now he sees me as a threat.

But I am scared to give him the answer he wants from me.

 

“No, it's like that; I have no such intentions. I am not a spy either.”

 

“Then why were you on our land, and who was the male you were found with that called you his mate?”

 

The Alpha really told him everything he needed to know to question me—that was why he had been observing me. Do they really intend to kill me?

 

My knees were starting to hurt, and my head felt dizzy from bowing for too long. Beads of sweat were trickling on the floor.

 

“If you wish to keep silent, you are only begging for death and severe punishment.

No one is coming to save you here, so I suggest you begin talking.”

 

It doesn't matter if I tell the truth or not. Having been overthrown by another pack, by law I am the property of Dwane and his pack. They are obligated to send me back to him unless Dwane chooses to give up his rights over me. And no fate will be worse than being sent back to Dwane.

 

“I see, since you do not intend to disclose your motive. You leave me no choice. If you were hoping for a quick death, you won't be getting it here.”

 

I heard a shuffle before he spoke again.

 

“You know what this is, don't you?”

 

 

I looked up, and he was holding a transparent sachet in his hand. I felt goosebumps all over me as I recognized the contents immediately; it was Wolfsbane. It was the cruelest form of punishment; it causes blinding pain when ingested or weakens werewolves once it gets on their skin.

In large doses, it can lead to excruciatingly painful death.

 

I looked up at him to see him grinning, obviously enjoying the sight of my terror. I immediately looked away and took back my form of punishment.

 

“From the look on your face, I can tell you know exactly what it is. Now this is your last chance. Who are you, and why were you trespassing on our land?”

 

 

 

“My name is Willow Marrock, and my pack was annihilated at the Moon Dance Festival. I was the only one left surviving.”

 

There was a little silence before he spoke.

 

“So your pack was killed, and you were the only one left; why were you left alive?

Don't you think it's funny that everyone was killed and you were left alive? What is so special about you?”

 

I almost laughed at the thought of anyone calling me special. Nothing about the treatment I have endured all my life can be called special. I was just unfortunate.

 

"Speak, Willow!” he yelled over my head.

 

“Why were you left alive? Did you betray your pack to the enemy in exchange for your life?”

 

“It was my mate and his pack that killed everyone, okay!

I found my mate on the moon dance; he rejected me and killed everyone. He wanted to take me as a slave, and I ran away. That's how I ran into your land. Before I got rescued by the Alpha Klaus.”

 

There was a sharp intake of air by the door, and we turned our eyes to see the Alpha standing there.

 

“Alpha, how long have you been standing there?”