Alpha Ragnar

Chapter 12

Miranda is the only person in the dungeon.

Two and a half months ago, I had all of them murdered with the rest of the pack that killed my

mate.

Her figure is the same more or less, just dirty and smelly.

It's hard not to cover my nose when I come to the edge of her cell, but I guess that's what

happens when you sit in your own sewage.

Her face turns scared when she lifts her head to see me and I can tell she's holding back

whimpers.

"Why?"

It's all I can ask. Why would she impersonate a second chance mate? What compelled her to steal

my mates letter?

"Tell me everything from the beginning."

The next half hour is spent explaining the situation between sobs.

"I-i-i don-don't know! I'm sor-sorry."

After a bit of hiccuping, she seems to have regained a bit of composure.

"I don't know what came over me! I just had an urge to come to this pack and when I did, I found

out your mate died... I was compelled! The thought of being Luna seemed so important to me

and I did what I had to do! I became a maid to get close to you, but I had another one of those

urges ya know? There was a letter taped inside the air vent to your bathroom. It wasn't even

visable, but I just knew I had to look. When I did, I thought it would get in the way! So... I took

it and went on with the plan. I figured if we spent enough time together, a new mate Bond might

actually begin to form, but it never did... That doesn't mean it was all fake though!"

She manages to look guilty and hopeful at the same time. Does she actually believe she's getting

out of this? To impersonate a mate is despicable, but to hide what my real mate left me? It's

unheard of and absolutely appalling.

If possible, my frown increases further.

"So you're Miranda from another pack, who came to be with her mate, but got rejected and

despite her evil plan, actually fell in love?"

Sounds cliche. It must to her too, because her face falls a bit.

"Well... Actually my name is Melanie. There wasn't a mate either. Your beta just didn't look into

who he was approving for the pack, but I do have feelings for you."

She says that last part like it changes everything. This would be much worse if I actually caught

feelings, so I'm glad I didn't.

After squeezing out a few little more details, I decide on Miranda, or Melanie's punishment.

"I assume you'd like a chance to redeem yourself?"

She nods rapidly and cross my arms with a smug grin.

"I'm going to call a witch here tomorrow and when she asks for someone to promise a favor,

YOU will do so."

Miran-Melanies, eyes nearly pop out of her head and she even jumps a little.

"A witch?! I don't converse with those things. No deal. Have me do something else."

It's not a plead, but a command. She isn't willing to do it and this fills me with rage.

Clenching my hands into fists, I growl darkly.

"You will. If you'd like to get out of this dungeon, then you will promise that witch a favor and

let me ask my questions!"

Though I know this she wolf is scared of me, she seems to be even more afraid of witches.

She shakes her head once more and curls her back into the wall behind her as I enter the cell.

Is it so wrong to want my questions answered?

My hands shake with frustration and my skin itches to shift.

"PROMISE THE WITCH," I boom.

Tears leak from the females eyes as she shakes her head.

"No," she whispers.

"DO IT!"

One last time, she shakes her head and looks down at her shaking hands.

"I'd rather die."

That can be arranged.

Without a second thought and clouded by my red hot rage, I lift my shifting claws to Melanie's

neck and let them slice right through it.