A LUNA FOR THE CURSED ALPHA

A REAL BEAUTY

Ash watched through the window as Williams and Diana's mum left together and heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, she had gotten rid of Diana.

Diana should be dead by now, otherwise, she would have been back. It was her fault for loving and being mated to a man that didn't belong to her.

"If she had known her place, I would not have resorted to such extreme actions." Ash thought remorselessly. Now she could look forward to her position as the future Luna of her pack and wife of Williams in peace.

DERRICK'S POV

I went back home and saw Diana still lying unconscious inside her cage and I stood for a while, staring at her.

Her brown shiny hair made her look like blue blood. Her lips appeared soft and luscious. Her brows were finely carved like the crescent moon and her dainty nose accentuated her cheekbones.

She was a comely little girl and her voluptuous chest which slowly rose and fell with each breath she took made me wonder if she had gone under the knife.

I wouldn't lie if I said that I wasn't intrigued by what lay beneath that jacket of hers. My curiosity couldn't be helped. This was the longest I had ever been around anyone, much less a woman.

I wouldn't say I was a novice when it came to bedroom affairs between a man and a woman. Yes, I had no physical experience but the videos I watched daily made up for it to some extent.

A second look at her had me convinced that she was a real beauty. She must really love her mate Williams since she was willing to risk death for his sake. How could he betray her in this way?

If I had someone who loved me this much and we were able to be together, I would be content. In the end, this little Diana was a victim, a fool for love.

I decided to remove her from the cage and take her into the room that served as a prison cell for me for so many years.

There was nothing in the room save for a bed and my dad made sure that it was properly built to prevent me from coming out and meeting people.

There was a point in my life back then when I hated him because I felt that he didn't care about me. Why would he lock me up if he did?

When I grew up, I came to realize that when you love someone, sometimes you needed to be the bad guy to protect them.

My dad was protecting me from the guilt of killing any more people and also from the members of the public who would have placed me on a lab table and dissected my body to their heart's content.

DIANA'S POV

I opened my eyes and was surprised to find myself on a bed. It wasn't luxurious but it was way bigger than a normal-sized bed.

As the events of last night came to me, I quickly got up from the bed and looked around the room. It had just one door which was made with very thick metal. I instantly knew that I would have better luck trying to fly than breaking down the door.

The only source of external light was an opening on the left side of the room. It had an air-conditioning vent but It seemed to be broken since the room was not ventilated in the slightest.

I thought about what had happened too far. I couldn't understand why I didn't die after touching Derrick just as I couldn't understand why he was still keeping me alive.

I thought of Williams, the love of my life. What was he thinking about at the moment? He was probably heartbroken and plagued with guilt. As I remembered him, my desire to fulfill my mission became stronger.

I began to sweat due to the heat in the room and took off the black Jacket I was wearing. I noticed that my wrists were completely healed and could not help remembering the pain I had experienced when Derrick broke them.

I didn't know what exactly I was but I was convinced that I was unique. That must have been why I reacted differently to everything Derrick did to me.

I began to feel better after taking off my jacket. The only fabric I had on my upper body was the pink bra top whose material was very soft.

I had specifically worn it to look appealing to Williams because I had planned on spending my first time with him last night.

I thought about how I was going to escape from Derrick and the only solution was to kill him. But how was I supposed to do that when he was no match for me?

Regardless of how I felt, there was no other choice left but to make an attempt on Derrick's life again. I thought about how I was going to achieve this but I couldn't come up with a good idea.

I looked around the room, carefully this time to see if there was something I could use as a weapon.

As I stared at the bed which was supported by wood at its four corners, an idea finally popped into my mind.

I held the wood at one of its corners and pulled it out. As I stared at the sharp tips of the nails which had attached the wood to the bed, I felt grateful that I now had something to fight with. The bed tilted to the side but I couldn't care less.

I suddenly heard the sound of someone trying to open the door. I knew it was Derrick since there was no one else in the house other than the both of us.

I quickly stood behind the door, held up the stick, and waited. I was going to pierce his heart with the sharp nails which were attached to the wood.

I didn't know if he was going to survive it but that wasn't going to stop me. I tried not to feel guilty and consoled myself with the fact that I was protecting my alpha and my mate, Williams.