The Wolf King's Luna novel Chapter 7

DAMON.

I am lost in thought as I Walk to my study. That is where I am going to spend the night.

My mind just kept racing through the interaction I had just had.

The fear she had exhibited when she found out that I was the Alpha was… disturbing.

She was terrified.

The trembling, the constant apologies… the fact that she was found half dead and almost drowned in a lake.

She was tortured.

My mate was tortured.

I can't stop the vicious growl that rips through me at that realization.

Who would dare?

I can feel my control slipping from my wolf as even my thoughts start to sound in his voice.

I drop the load in my hand right in front of the food and throw myself out the window. 

I am already in my wolf form before I touch the floor.

I race through the woods, tearing up tufts of grass as I move at a vicious speed.

My mate was tortured.

My mate.

"I will kill them," my wolf growls.

"We will have to find out who they are first," I reply.

"Then ask her," he growls.

"I don't think it will be that easy."

"Why not?"

"You saw her. She is terrified of us."

"No, she is not. She is terrified of Alpha's. Most definitely the one who hurt her."

Huh, that makes sense.

"She said she had a mate," my wolf continued.

"And that she was rejected," I add. "Could it be the same Alpha?"

But then why would he try to have her killed?

It doesn't matter anyway. I am going to find him and kill him.

And I will enjoy it.

"I will as well."

Eventually, I wear out my wolf and head back to the mansion.

It is dead quiet. 

Everyone is asleep. 

I walk up to my room and try opening the door to check in on her but it is bolted shut.

It is fine. At least I can hear her low breathing from the other side. 

She is safe now. With me. And that is all that matters.

I walk back to my study and as I enter I see that my clothes and other essentials are arranged on the long sofa that has been pulled out.

Mother's handwork most likely.

Without further ado, I head into the adjoining bath for a quick shower before changing into sweatpants and heading to bed.

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"Aaaahhh."

The terror-stricken wail tears through the serenity of the night, startling me awake and alert.

It is a desperate and frightened cry that echoes throughout the house.

Without a second thought, I race out of the study and take the stairs two at a time, I head to my room where thanks to my heightened senses, I can hear Catherine's desperate and heartbreaking whimpers.

I slam into the door, breaking the locks and hinges in the process and I rush into the room.