Chapter 12

"Blake, you won't kill her and her family? You won't lure her into our trap?" Dad asked with a deep frown, piercing his dark brown eyes into mine as he slowly rose from the throne.

My head sagged down to the floor as my emotions were battling each other, causing my head to bang terribly. I tried so hard to convince myself that the next time I'd set my eyes on her, I would kill her, but it never ceases to amaze me how warm my heart becomes whenever her image crosses my mind.

The scene of our first meeting was something that felt like a soothing balm. Each time it crossed my heart, I becomes softhearted and would only feel the urge to smile and wish to see her again. Especially that moment when she ran to get the drug, when she screamed and leaned close to my face to check if I was dead already; also that point when she sat on the stool beside the bed, locking her pretty eyes with mine.

"You can't kill her, right?" My mother bawled, breaking my world of thoughts as I cringed and pulled my head up to look at them. Both were standing in front of me with rage filled in their eyes like a lake of fire. 

"I can...." My voice dropped out like a breath, every hair on my body shooting up as I chilled at everything happening. I couldn't believe it, or could I tell what I would do. My parents won't spare her, and I fear what my mother will do next with her magic powers.

"Blake, when did you turn into a coward? Your sister wouldn't have given that man a chance if he was a werewolf. He could only get her because he was a vampire working for the enemy, but now you have a werewolf as your mate and you're falling in love with her? You want to die? You want the throne to be taken away from my generation? Is that it?" Dad growled as he took heavy steps closer to me, glaring and grunting as every muscle in his body swelled.

"I just said, i will kill her. Yes, I can kill her. I'm not falling in love!" I sighed and it seemed to make my mother so mad as she shot an invisible whip at my legs, causing a loud grunt to shoot off my lips as I fell to the floor.

"What did she give you? Is it a love portion? You have never fallen in love and a werewolf can't soften your stony heart at first sight!!" She yelled while Dad grumbled and moved back to his throne, sat and buried his face in his palm.

Mom's question made me realize how much my mate had softened my heart towards her by saving me.

"You have no idea what I can do." Mom shrugged and sat beside Daddy.

"She saved me, that's it. After she saved me, I found it hard to pay back by killing her." I spoke out, but no one was listening, as my mother leaned her head on dad's shoulder while he sagged his face down in silence, but I knew they were talking to each other through their minds and that scared me.

"Do you both hear me?....But it doesn't mean I can't kill her. I didn't know her pack killed my sister. Now that I know, I won't spare her! ... I pro...." My voice cut as I gulped at that word. Was I trying to promise it just now? 

"You can leave!" Mom finally spoke out, and I furrowed my brows at her, wondering what she meant.

"You mean?"... I squinted my eyes.

"You can leave. We are done talking with you. Leave, I will be having a meeting with the elders now and the maids need to arrange this place," Dad replied dryly, every emotion gone as they both seemed to have something hidden in their hearts.

"We aren't done." I stuttered, rising to my feet.

"You've already told us you're going to kill her, haven't you? Then do it. " Mom hissed and walked away to her room while Dad called in the maids to arrange the room for the meeting, while I stood like a statue, wondering and racking my brain about what would be on their mind. I had always feared my mother because of her special abilities, and now I am certain she had something planned with my father.

Gosh! Now I'm scared for my mate. I was caring so deeply for her, and it was clear my stony heart was melting. 

Lola's POV.

The tears in my eyes never paused for a second as I shuffled my weak and wobbling legs to their room with a broom and dustpan. My stomach was crying out so loudly for food as my heavy eyes kept shutting themselves while I battled to keep them open.

Every strength in me was sapping out with pain all over my body, but it wasn't compared to what I felt in my heart as I knocked on their door and was ushered in to see Torian and Sophia, his new girlfriend, cuddling together under the duvet.

I had been made a slave, and Torian was now staying in the Royal Pack House with his new mate. It was morning, and I was the first to wake up so as to sweep the entire building, wash the plates used last night, and cook before they all woke up.

I'm here to sweep their room, and the way they cuddled each other ripped my heart. I wasn't allowed to accept the rejection, so now I'm faced with the immeasurable pain of seeing him with another lady as his mate. But the ring that vampire gave me had strangely turned me to something else.

The ring had created something strange in me.

I could still recall all that happened yesterday, and the thought couldn't stop banging in my head and causing shudders to run through my spine as I felt chilled with fear at what my life might become.

It was like an illusion, yet it was happening in reality. The ring wasn't what I thought it was. Although it looked special and different, I never thought it would have any magic powers.

It was made of strange powers that triggered something mysterious in me at that moment when my blood splattered around it.

All the pain that had swept through my whole body had vanished, and all weakness and fear had suddenly left me. Not just that, I also felt an intense craving to kill instead of crying and shivering like the weakling I had always been.

That day when they brought me to the alpha to be killed for saving the vampire would have been my last day on earth, but Sophia had made them spare my life to make me a slave instead. 

I was thrown into the dungeon, which had a pungent smell that made me throw up regularly. They had told me that would be my apartment, the place where I would stay as my room. I was fed, but eating was so hard as the bad smell mixed up with the food, causing my belly to grumble as all appetite vanished immediately, but I knew deep down in me that there was something my body was longing for, and that was fresh blood.

It was just a day I was kept in the dungeon, yet it seemed like a year and I prayed for death because of how bad the place was. Every minute, I ask the moon goddess to take my life, but it seems she has fated me to suffer terribly before death.

Sophia and Torian had visited me in there, last night to taunt and torture me, but what they never knew was that the ring was absorbing the pain and reducing the amount of damage it inflicted on me.

But after 30 minutes, the ring seemed to lose its ability to absorb the pain, and I felt the true depth of every hit, but I couldn't cry, gritting my teeth and clenching my fist as I yelled and growled at them, even when I felt the intense pain from their strikes, especially that of my mate, who should be beside me and protect me as his Luna.

Yes, I should be crying and rolling on the floor while they bash me, but that wasn't what happened last night. I was groaning and grunting instead, as all that filled my heart was rage. I was in extreme rage that made my blood run hot through my veins, making my heart become very heavy and swelled up while I only wished I wasn't chained so I could kill him and Sophia instantly with the surge of power spreading through my system.

The urge was so strong that I sagged my head down and clenched my teeth, wondering what I was turning into. Before last night, I was a weak wolf who had never thought of killing anyone nor drinking blood, and had never had the heart to hurt anyone. How did I get such a strong desire to pierce their hearts and drink their blood?

"Lola, I can feel a beast rising inside you!" My little wolf had screamed back then, and I truly realized for real that something was forming inside me and it seemed to be taking its form from the ring, which was covered with my blood that had bathed my body from the torture Torian was giving me at Sophia's order.

The new creature was a beast that craved blood and appeared so powerful that it was taking over my mind and brain. Once in my life, I felt so strong that I wanted to rush at them and tear their bodies apart. I can't tell you how, but last night, I almost killed Sophia and Torian, if and only if I wasn't chained with strong shackles.