THE ALPHA’S VENGEFUL LUNA

CHAPTER 6: STRANGE WORDS

FREYA:

“Your wound is healing fine.” Thea, the healer said as she applied fresh bandages on my wound after cleaning them. The old healer had come to inspect the wound and apply some medicine on it. It had been her ritual since the accident.

“Just a few more days and you will not need to wear these bandages anymore.”

“Finally!” I exclaimed.

I hated those bandages and it took me a lot of restraint to keep my hands from ripping them off every chance I got.

It felt good knowing my wounds were healing really fast and it had been barely a few days since the accident.

“Keep your hands off your wounds if you do not want an everlasting scar on your beautiful face, okay?” She warned, and I nodded.

“Yes, Thea.” I replied, resisting the urge to roll my eyes.

“Good. Call me if you need anything. I will be down at the healing chamber.”

With that, she waddled out of the room.

I found myself thinking about the time at the infirmary. There was this strong, overwhelming feeling that engulfed me when Icarus was seated next to me. I knew it had something to do with our soul ties, but I was almost carried away as he leaned in to kiss me.

“Ugh!” I gagged.

Imagine his b****y lips touching mine. I would have puked. Maybe I would not have gotten away with it if I did. I was glad I was smart enough to evade his advances before it escalated to something beyond my control.

I shook the thought away from my head. There were more important things I had to ponder on, like the spell that did not work on Icarus.

There in my solitude, I paced back and forth, wondering what must have gone wrong with the spell on the day of the Council meeting.

Could I have made a mistake? Was it a wrong spell?

No, it could not have been a wrong spell. If it was a wrong spell, the councilmen would not have been affected, would they?

The more I thought about it, the more perplexed I got.

It was infuriating!

Why didn’t it work on him of all people!

There I was, thinking that with the powers of the old witch combined with mine, I would be unstoppable. How could a spell as effective as the infliction spell not work on the Alpha?

“Hold on…” I stopped on my tracks. “What if Icarus Donovan was a witch himself?” I gasped. “That could explain why the spell would not work on him...because he was fortified!”

I resumed pacing the floor back and forth. “Maybe he is wiping out the witches so that he would be the most powerful and only existing witch in the world!”

On second thought, I realised that might be impossible. The memory of the night of my death flashed in my mind, and I shivered.

I could still feel the burning hate and satisfaction in his eyes as the fire consumed me whole after he had murdered my husband and my son.

There was no way he could be a witch. I could have sensed it.

“This is unlike anything I have seen or experienced before...” I groaned, massaging my aching head. “I do not think I am ready to lose my mind over this. I need to consult Imani.”

I walked over to the mirror, staring at my reflection. With my left hand pressed on the mirror, I incanted.

Imani izađi naprijed!

In an instant, a dull green light enveloped every inch of the mirror and my reflection was immediately replaced by that of Imani.

She did not seem too pleased to see me.

“Did I interrupt something important?” I asked her.

“What do you want?” She asked with a frown, totally ignoring my question.

“Patience, Imani.” I replied. “I intend to give you every detail.”

“Well, get on with it.” She said, and I gritted my teeth.

This old lady was starting to get on my nerves. I took a deep breath to calm myself before I spoke.

“There is a little trouble, Imani.” I started. “I had used the infliction spell during a meeting Icarus was having with his councilmen in the bid to embarrass him and all those in attendance, but it was of no effect on him. Why was he unaffected?”

Imani's expression was not helpful, as she stared at me like I had just asked a stupid question.

“Well? What did you expect?” Imani asked. “He is your mate after all.”

“Ugh, not this mate jinx again.” I rolled my eyes. “Are you telling me that not a single spell from me can work on him?”

“I said no such thing, Freya.” Replied Imani. “For your spell to be able to harm Icarus, it needs to be a powerful one, one that is prepared with a special ingredient, one that is strong enough to take down even the fiercest of these abominable creatures.”

“What special ingredient could be that powerful?”

“Well, it differs for Alpha and is unique to each pack. To think Icarus is immortal, that means he plays by a different rule. You might have to discover that yourself.”

“Well, that was helpful.” came my sarcastic reply and Imani frowned.

“And I am glad to know you summoned me for nothing and I wasted my time. Goodbye.”

“Imani, wait! I am sorry!” I swallowed my pride and apologised. “Please...Help me.”

“Very well.” Imani replied. “The best I can do is give you a clue.”

“That should work…”

“For the wolf high and mighty,

His price cost more than a penny,

Cut deep, nip at his soul,

And soon he would be

nothing but a wandering ghoul.”

Without waiting for my response, she disappeared.

“I should have known it was going to be a damn riddle! Witches and being cryptic.” I huffed, rolling my eyes.

Well, how in the world am I going to find a special ingredient I had no idea about? I threw my hands in the air, exasperated. I had thought this mission would be over soon, but it just gets more complicated. All this trouble just to end one pathetic man.

I’d most definitely make every single second of killing him worth it eventually. Blood for blood, I’ll make him pay.

“Nip at his soul... Ghoul...” I rubbed my chin in deep thought as I pondered on Imani's clue.

My mind wandered wild as I tried to piece together what I might be missing to this puzzle. That was when a particular ancient spell occurred to me. It was said to hold the dark powers to pulling even the strongest men under an unbreakable hypnosis.

Imani had hinted at cutting dip and nipping at his soul. Maybe that would offer the answers I desperately needed. Maybe that would be my ticket to ending his tyranny.

“Icarus will not know what hit him.” I smirked as I got to my feet, a a brewing flame lit in me.

***

ICARUS:

Despite everything Freya had put me through, I found myself thinking a lot about her. She was infuriating, strange and captivating all at once, and our soul ties made it harder for me to avoid her, especially after she rejected me at the infirmary.

Something about the depth to her words, unapologetic actions and effortless beauty stirred my wolf in ways no woman had ever.

She consumed my thoughts, and for a someone who constantly picked at my nerves, I couldn’t explain why.

As I sat in my chamber, I could not help but be eaten up by guilt even after I had apologised. I should never had lost my s**t on her like that. From the look in her beautiful eyes, I knew I’d terrified her for a brief second.

Not like that would bother me usually. Infact, I craved seeing that fear in people. I loved watching them cower. But in that moment when she was on the floor, bleeding and in pain, something cracked bitterly within me.

I wasn’t used to this feeling. At least not for years now. However, I felt like I needed to do more to show her how sorry I was.

“Master.” Ezra, the head of household, bowed lowly after he had walked in. “You sent for me.”

“Yes, I did.” I replied. “Instruct the chef to prepare dinner for me and my Luna. The grand dining will be used. Ensure it is set up properly.” I instructed.

The glimpse of shock in Ezra's eyes disappeared as swiftly as it came.

“Yes, Sir. I shall ensure everything is in place.”

“Good.” I nodded in response. “Ensure everything is ready and set before seven pm. No delays.”

“Yes Sir.” Ezra replied.

“You may leave now.” I commanded and he bowed lowly before exiting the room.

“Now I have to convince Freya to eat dinner with me.” I mused go myself. “Hopefully, it will not be too much work. That woman makes everything unnecessarily difficult.”

I rose on my feet, headed straight to Freya's room. I was about to c***k it open when I remembered what happened the last time.

Grudgingly, I knocked.

“Who is there?” Came her response.

“Icarus.” I replied, turning the handle. I waited for her reply, so I took her silence as a yes and walked in.

Immediately I stepped in and shut the door after me, there stood Freya, her hands stretched out in front of me as she muttered some strange words.

Dóigh, sruthán, ligigí do pheacaí bhur n-anama ídiú!

Taken aback, I stared at her in confusion. She froze for a moment, before glancing at her palm with horror stricken eyes. My brows furrowed.

She turned to face me with determination in her eyes, muttering the strange words again.

Dóigh, sruthán, ligigí do pheacaí bhur n-anama ídiú!

I stood frozen on the spot, a feeling of uneasiness creeping on me. What in the world was she doing? Was that…a spell?

My wolf stirred uneasily.

She staggered backwards, blinking in surprise. Her eyes were wide in shock as she stared at her palms again before suddenly hiding them behind her.

“What in the world is going on?” I growled when I had finally snapped out of the shock I had experienced.

“W…what? I…it was nothing, really.” She stuttered, horror and uncertainty evident in her eyes.

My eyes narrowed.

“What do you mean nothing?” I asked, scowling. “You just uttered a bunch of strange words with your palms stretched towards me. What was that, Freya? I will not ask nicely again.”

I took a step, which she reciprocated with a step backward with each word.

“Oh...that?” She tucked her hair behind her ears, the hand quaking violently as she put it behind her. She gulped. “T…they are a f…form of...chant. F…f…for goodluck.”

My jaws gritted. A chant? What b****y werewolf performs a chant? Something seemed odd about her and everything that just happened.

“It just popped in my head and I have been saying it ever since.” She added, and opted for an overly sweetened smile after. “I decided to welcome you with it.”

I kept my eyes on her as she shuffled her feet and bit down on her lower lip, avoiding my gaze. Her tempting pink lips.

Liar.

Something was not right and I was going to get to the bottom of it.