Chapter 4: Caged?

Gustav's POV

"Fuck me!" I cupped my damaged crotch to get a hold of myself. Who would have thought a wolfless girl could cause much damage?

"How did I let my guard down in the first place?" I asked no one in particular.

"When you couldn't have enough of her over-the-top beauty." Blood, my wolf mocked. Over time, my wolf and I had argued to become knit as one.

Yeah, we argued through everything to agree on almost nothing.

At first, I hated him when I was an Omega. He was way out of control for me to tame. He was a beast, thronging for the metallic taste of warm rippling blood to quench his bloody thirst.

With time, we learned to understand each other, striking a truce that worked. That, to a considerable extent too. We agreed the domineering of one by the other would not be allowed, and I can say it was one hell of a deal.

"Shut up, Blood" I snarled, rising to my feet with one hand wrapped firmly around the door knob to support my weight, like a toddler learning the rubrics of walking.

"All right, kiddo. But you and I know you blew your chances with her."

"What do you expect me to do? Accept a lying wolfless girl as my luna? I'll be a fool to claim her!" A wave of annoyance coursed through my veins. The thought disgusted me.

"One, she didn't lie to you. You didn't do your home work by asking who she really was. You were swooned by what you saw in a picture, and you fell for her. And secondly, she's not entirely wolfless. She just haven't come to sense her wolf." Blood expatiated.

"What?!" Not that I didn't understand what my wolf said, I didn't just like the way he corrected me.

I'm no fucking kid anymore for fuck's sake.

"Go. Send your guards after her, and bring her back to you. She'll accept you again if you apo..."

"Cut the crap, Blood. You're not making any sense here. How do you except me to stoop to apologize to a girl who's close to being a mere human?" I flared my hands into the air in frustration. "I'm an alpha, God dammit!"

"It's always your ego over reason everytime. That's the only problem I have with you. But never forget one thing; we're one. Our interests and emotions are aligned, Gustav." His guttural voice was reduced into a husky bellow.

"I know that. You don't have to remind me about that."

"I'm not sure you still do. If you do, you'll know I sense how fast your pulse fired on setting your eyes on her. You want her!"

I ran one hand through my head. Blood was right. The moment I sighted her alighting from the royal limo from the double paned glass of my bedroom, I had wanted her immediately. She was a petite redhead with an endless stream of grace ebbing out of her.

The altitude of my room above the ground gave me a perfect view of her round shapely breasts sitting comfortably on the cups of her black champagne gown. She was definitely a double D because her large melons had a hard time sitting still in the small cups of her dress. With each step she took up the stairs, I had wished the next step would bring her right into my room, where I could do to her, the worst of all canal sins.

The glitters scattered around her hair reflected the romantic secrets of the twilight, signalling the end of a long and busy day I had had with the pack elders. The lustful moans from a pleasure-filled slut, and a warm bath were the most appropriate finish to end the day.

Every appraisal and expectation I had about meeting her went down a hundred feet tunnel when I was told she killed her parents. I could accept that part of the story.

There's always a back story to every shit that happens, and I settled to let the sleeping Jack lie unperturbed.

But what I'd never forgive is that no one told me she was wolfless until Drogo, my chief enforcer broke the news to me a couple of days before her arrival. A primal vexation ran up my spine and down into the corridors of my heart to burn up every shimmer of affection I had for her.

Alpha Payne had hid that truth about her from me. Deliberately. It was nothing short of fraud and treachery. The best form of revenge I could think of was to have her as my slave- my sex doll.

Such sweet raunchy revenge for fooling me. I would not stop until I clawed my name on her well-rounded ass, while I explored the inside of her wet walls with my throbbing monster. Even without her in the room, my body still responded to her.

So help me God if I don't make an example of the Dark Moon Pack. They will be sure not to mess with me again.

"Are you even listening to me, Gustav?!" Blood's husky voice stole me away from my fantasies and brought me crashing back to the realization that I had a damaged crotch to nurse. It hurt to think about my little defeat.

"Yes, Master Blood." I sneered with my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

"Bring her, and teach her how to sense her wolf. Kitana is somewhere inside her. She must be found...and saved.

"How did you know that? How did you know the name of her wolf?" I was dumbstruck.

"Wolfs have the ability to sense another wolf and know how they feel. We can smell one another; friend or foe, free or caged."

"Caged?" The pain winding my monster was wearing out now. I gathered myself on the edge of the narrow bed in the small square room. The discovery proved to be interesting. "What do you mean caged?"

"She hasn't sensed her wolf because she doesn't want it to be found."

"Stop talking like a fucking sage, and speak in a language I understand, Blood!" I was growing impatient. I needed to know more. All of them.

"Oi, watch your tone, human. I have the upper hand here, remember?" It wasn't a statement that sounded like a threat. It was a goddamn threat. The last time I pushed Blood to the wall, I killed four of the royal guards and almost killed my father, the former Alpha of the pack. I had gone on blunt rampage on a full moon.

"I'm sorry." I humbled.

"Good boy. Now, where were we?" He paused slightly, and continued. "She has a bandaged heart, yet bleeding." Blood divulged, sitting on all fours, and resting his head on his crossed fore limbs.

"What the f.. what do you mean?" I was about using the 'F' word again, but I remembered Blood's threat just in time to eat off the remaining fucking letters.

"She has not gotten over an ache buried deep within her heart. It could be a nightmare, a bad encounter, or the death of a loved one."

"How do we get her to unlock her wolf?"

"Love." The tone of his voice had a tinge to it. It sounded like the feeling of nostalgia over a long lost history.

"Love? What do you mean?" I was indeed puzzled by his reply? I thought it was a damage that could be repaired by magic or physical training, but I was disappointed.

"It's the key to unlocking her wolf."

"When you said you could smell another wolf's emotion, what did you think her wolf smells like. "

Blood snorted deeply and heaved, closing his eyes." She smells like fear. Dangerous dark fear. "