My other hand slowly pulled the window down a slight crack. I transferred the bag to my other hand, still beneath my dress, and slowly slid it out. Damien was unable to see now, as I slid my hand up my body. My father was busy looking towards the land we were heading to. The bag and vial had been so cleverly placed on me, that if I hadn’t thought to check or feel myself, I wouldn’t have even known it was there until it was too late to do anything about it. I took a breath and then gritted my teeth, putting my hand to the gap in the window and letting the vial and bag drop out, to the ground, the car continuing to move, my hand quickly darting back to my lap, before Damien and my father could even register I had done anything.
Was I about to get caught? I waited, slightly panicked, for the car to pull over, for my father to shout at me as he went back and retrieved the item, but there was nothing. I had gotten away with it. I quickly put the window back up and relaxed slightly. Damien turned to me with a smirk.
“Try not to piss your pants when you meet the big bad Alpha,” he said cryptically “And are you sure this is going to work Father?”
My father smirked, turning his head “Yes. Riley is with us for that one specific purpose and to serve us. Stop worrying so much. We’re about to head into their territory. Focus more on what we need to achieve and the importance of our task” he said gravely.
I said nothing. I couldn’t speak anyway. My mind flashed back to that vial. Was it poison? Was it part of their plan? Why would they have entrusted such a thing to me? Did they think I would poison somebody on their behalf? I couldn’t. I couldn’t kill another human being.
“Riley, you will stare at the ground and you will say nothing,” my father said with a drawl, the car came to a stop in front of a large pack house, surrounded by warriors and one large man who had his arms folded across his chest “not that I expect you to,” he said with a light chuckle.
The doors to the car were opened. Damien got out, grabbing the bag between us on the seats. My father got out, along with the warrior and I awkwardly stepped out as well, noting that the large man in the back, was frowning and not at all pleased to see my father or brother. The warriors immediately began to pat us down and I had never been so grateful to have gotten rid of that item as I was right then.
I cringed as I felt their hands on my legs, sweeping upwards. They patted my sides and then I felt hands on my breasts. My eyes widened, even as I looked down at the ground. They were about to sweep their hands between the part between my legs when the large, handsome man spoke, his voice tinged with anger “Stop. That’s enough.”
Gratitude swept through me, even as the warriors stepped back. If the man at the back was Alpha Jaxon, I was suitably impressed and frightened. He was huge. He looked as though he could easily tear somebody as small and petite as me in half without even trying. I could feel myself trembling, while my father and brother looked completely at ease.
“Alpha Maxwell and I take it this is your son, Damien,” the man said, raising a brow.
“It is,” my father said calmly.
“Who is the girl?” he demanded.
The girl. Is that all I was? The girl? I stared down at the ground, vehemently aware of the consequences of looking up. “She is an omega and servant to our pack, nothing more. We brought her to assist us” my father said lying with a silver tongue, like the devil he was.
I sensed his eyes looking at me. I tensed. “Alpha Jaxon, please, this is a meeting to discuss a way to benefit both packs” my father interjected, glancing at Damien and motioning him forward “As promised, we have brought you the head of Alpha Rowan to show our appreciation and loyalty to you.”Alpha Jaxon reached for the bag while I turned my head to the side, unable to look.
Alpha Jaxon POV
We’re prepared for their arrival. This Alpha Maxwell and his son Damien from the Crescent Moon Pack are arrogant. It astonishes me that they arrive with just the two cars, one that had them and the other with a few warriors who look as though it would take very little to defeat them. My interest is peaked, however, when not only does the Alpha and the son step foot out of the car, but an omega as well. This omega is different from any other that I have seen before. Her hair is unique, I guess would be the best way to describe it. A gorgeous blue color that stands out in the crowd.It unsettles me, to see her looking so thin and peaky. She looks half-starved and is that a dog collar around her neck? I want to growl and it shocks me. Why is my wolf so angry on the girl’s behalf? What is causing my wolf Grayson to act this way? I try to question him, but he refuses to answer and I frown, even as Alpha Maxwell offers the bag they are carrying to me. I take it, watching the girl look away, her expression pale, and check it. It does have Alpha Rowan’s head in it. Alpha Maxwell offers up some ludicrous crap about loyalty and I nod, pretending to buy it.
I motion towards Callum, my beta who is standing to the side. He walks over and I hand him the bag. “Dispose of it” I growl “and then come meet me in the study with refreshments.”He nods and walks away without hesitation. My other men stand there at the ready, but I’m not threatened by this other Alpha. He looks weak. So does his son. I study them a moment and then gesture at them.
“Follow me Alpha Maxwell, Damien. Your maid may come too, but your men will need to stay here” I told him firmly.
He motions at his men to stay. He shoves the girl roughly so that she’s forced to walk in front of him, causing my anger to flare. She remains tight-lipped and I force myself to turn, walking into the packhouse and leading the way to the study, seating myself behind the desk, while the Alpha and his son seat themselves, the girl standing there awkwardly.
Alpha Maxwell rolls his eyes “Sit down Riley” he snaps.
The girl looks uncertain and then quietly sits at the other available chair.
Riley. Her name is Riley. My wolf decides he likes the name. Riley makes no sounds though and stares down at her hands. Is she nervous? Afraid? I don’t like the idea of her being afraid, but I also know that my appearance can be quite frightening, especially the scar on my cheek. I trace it with one finger and see her eyes dart towards me. She swallows hard. My eyes lower to the collar again and once more anger spikes through me.
“Why do you wear a collar?” I ask her stiffly.
Her lips part as she tugs on it, but she doesn’t answer, only shakes her head. I grow angry at her lack of response. How hard is it to answer a simple question? Surely she cannot be that afraid of me? I let out a frustrated growl and saw her jump “Answer me.”
“She can’t Alpha Jaxon. She can’t speak at all, she’s mute” Alpha Maxwell hastily steps in “and she wears the collar as a punishment for misbehavior.”
Misbehavior? Is this how he treated omegas at his pack? By putting dog collars on them and shocking them into complicity? I stared at the Alpha, trying to determine if he was a monster or just needlessly cruel. Even I would not go that far and I was ruthless by reputation. My hands twitched, wanting to yank the dog collar off the poor girl who was glancing to the side as though she was embarrassed, her cheeks slightly pink now.
“Do you punish all your omegas like this?” I asked meaningfully, leaning forward and glaring at Alpha Maxwell, who looked a bit nervous now.
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