Claiming His Luna

Episode2

Chapter 2

ALPHA BALLISTER'S POV

I didn't want to be here. Visiting the Blood Moon pack was the last thing I wanted to do, but as the Alpha King and Leader of the Northern and Southern Wolfdom, it was my duty to select pups from each pack for the warriors’ training.

The moment I arrived, I saw her. She was the one serving the drinks. Not the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on, but there was something about her that drew me in. I kept stealing glances at her, unable to resist her presence.

I've always been a lone wolf, never wanting to have anything to do with women because of my mother's ill-treatment of my father. But this servant, she managed to capture my attention effortlessly.

My thoughts snap back to the present as I cast a glance at the servant walking by my side. I had been passing by when I heard yelling and whips. Looking closer, I saw Gwen whipping her.

Usually, I would have ignored it, but not this time. I stepped in and asked the servant to follow me, so I could attend to her wounds.

And then, someone called my name. I turn back to see Alpha Jackson, the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack. Smiling intently at me.

"I'm busy," I say curtly.

He raises an eyebrow. "With what?"

A loud growl rumbled out of my chest, and my eyes flashed with anger, “Know your place, Jackson, I don’t answer to you or anyone for that matter!” I warned lowly.

He looked taken aback but moved back, barring his neck to me in a form of submission, “I’m sorry, Alpha Ballister I didn’t mean it that way,”

“The next time you speak to me in such a manner I will sever your head from your neck," I growled and he whimpered.

I turned my attention back to the servant, but she was gone. My frustration grows, and I let out a sigh. I don't even know her name. How would I find her?

"Let's go," I muttered.

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EDITH'S POV

The kitchen was buzzing with activity, pots clanging and flames roaring. I was lost in my own thoughts, my mind constantly drifting back to Alpha Ballister. What was it I felt when our eyes met? there was a connection. Did he feel it too? I had found my escape when Alpha Jackson had drawn his attention away from me.

Before I could delve deeper into my thoughts, the kitchen doors swung open, and guards stormed in.

“Who here goes by the name Edith?”

Panic surged through me as they demanded to see me. I stepped forward, my voice barely a whisper as I identified myself, "I am."

But before I could comprehend what was happening, one of the guards pointed at me and screamed, "That's the thief! Arrest her!"

I tried to resist, my weak frame unable to put up much of a fight. Trying to piece together the chaos, and there was the fact that I hadn't been given food for days now which was by the way Gwen's command. The weakness weighed me down further.

Soon enough, I found myself standing before the imposing figure of Alpha Jackson. He sneered at me, his eyes filled with disdain. "So, you're the little thief, huh? Stealing from me and my pack."

Confusion overwhelmed me as I stammered, "I... I didn't steal anything Alpha. I swear!"

He laughed mockingly, stepping closer to me. "Save your lies for someone who cares. You're lucky I'm in a good mood today. Lock her up until we figure out what to do with her."

As I was led to a cold cell, questions swirled in my mind. What had I done to deserve this sudden punishment? I racked my brain, desperately seeking answers.

But my thoughts were shattered when Gwen's sinister laugh echoed through the cell. She taunted me, confirming my suspicions. "Don't bother wondering what you did, Edith. It was all me."

Fury ignited within me, and I glared at her with all the strength I had left. "You set me up, didn't you? This is your doing!"

Gwen didn't deny it. A twisted smile crept onto her face as she whispered, "Oh, yes. I might have planted that missing jewel in your room. Seems like you're nothing but weak and worthless trash."

My blood boiled at her words, but I couldn't let her see my fear. "You won't get away with this, Gwen. I'll prove my innocence, and you'll face the consequences of your actions."

She chuckled under her breath, her eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. "We'll see about that, little thief. Enjoy your time in here."

After Gwen left, I couldn't hold back my tears. I felt completely alone, trapped in this bleak cell with no one to turn to. I called out, hoping for someone to answer, but my pleas fell on deaf ears.

"Is anyone there? Can anybody hear me?" I cried out into the emptiness, but there was no response, only the hollow echo of my own voice.

Trembling with fear and uncertainty, my mind started to shake. Should I give up on my goal of revenge? It seemed impossible now, especially with Gwen framing me for the theft. But I couldn't let her get away with everything she had done. I couldn't let her win.

Exhaustion eventually overcame me, and I drifted off to sleep, still sobbing. In my dreams, my parents appeared, their voices filled with love and support. They urged me not to give up, reminding me that justice would come.

"Don't give up, Edith," my mother whispered tenderly. "Hold on tight to your goal. Expose Gwen's true nature. The truth will prevail, we promise."

As the dream faded away, I was abruptly awakened by a splash of icy water on my face. The guards had arrived, ready to question and torment me.

"Confess to the theft and maybe we can have mercy on you" one of the guards demanded, his voice harsh and full of accusation.

I mustered up my courage, my voice trembling as I spoke. "Never” I replied vehemently. “I am innocent and I will never admit to such a thing!"

“Well then, if you say so,” one of them chuckled maniacally.

“I wonder if you will change your mind after we are done with you,” another added.

They brought out a hot iron, ready to use it as a means of coercion. The pain and fear intensified, but I refused to back down. I knew the truth was on my side, even if no one else believed it.

"Please don’t. Do not hurt me!" I pleaded, my voice strained from the agony. "You have the wrong person! Please, you must believe me!"

The guards only sneered, their faces lacking any hint of compassion. They continued their brutal tactics, hoping to break me into submission. But I clung to my innocence, my resolve unwavering.

Through the tears streaming down my face, I repeated my plea. "I am innocent, I swear! You have no right to treat me like this!"

The torment seemed never-ending, the pain unbearable. But I knew that giving up my goal of revenge would mean giving in to Gwen's manipulations. I couldn't let her win. I couldn't let her escape the consequences of her actions.

So, I endured the torture, physically and emotionally drained. It felt like the world had turned against me, but deep down, I knew I had to keep fighting. My parents' words echoed in my mind, reminding me to stay strong and to hold onto my truth.

"No matter how difficult things may become, remember who you are, Edith," my father's voice whispered in my ear. "You possess the strength and courage to overcome any obstacle. Don't give up."

Even in the midst of my pain, those words fueled a flicker of hope within me. I would not allow Gwen's betrayal and torture to define my life. With every ounce of determination left in me, I vowed to expose their true nature and seek the justice I deserved.