The Rejected Luna Queen

Alpha Bane's POV

Some Days Later

"How was it, son?" My father asked, his face beaming with smiles. He seemed quite excited to know what went on between Aurora and me during our honeymoon but I knew better than to go deep in talks concerning that. "You don't seem to want to say much about it. What is it that you're hiding from your father?"

I tapped the floor with my feet as I laughed aloud. "You never cease to amaze me father," I remarked, still laughing. "How on Earth do you want me to tell you everything that happened between my wife and me? Surely you must understand that some of those things are best kept between the couple, don't you think?"

"Well," he said, scratching his head. "I can't say so much about that, seeing that I know a thing or two concerning what you're talking about. Perhaps, I should hold my peace, since my son wouldn't let me in on private matters."

I laughed even harder, realising that he was trying to play some tricks on me. He wanted to guilt trip me into sharing sensitive details but I wasn't going to be fooled. Instead, I decided to tell him a few things that weren't so private.

"Okay. You win, dad. We had a great time in the Pack and they treated us even better than we had expected," I explained, so he could quit trying to get more answers. "Is there anything else you'd love to know?"

He shook his head, just like I expected and I heaved a sigh of relief. "What has been happening here since the day that we left? Is all well?" I asked, curious to know how he'd been handling the Pack in my absence and if there was any news concerning Dylan and Sophia.

"Things have been going quite smoothly, my son," he revealed. "We've enjoyed quite some peace in the Pack, contrary to what we all might have thought due to the situation of things with Dylan and Sophia. They haven't made any move yet so far and I'm quite happy."

I faced the ground and held my head in my hands. It seemed impossible that those two were up to nothing. I could swear that they weren't. I knew that it was only a matter of time before the cat would be let out of the bag.

"Those guys are..."

Before I could finish what I had to say, four guards stormed into the throne room in

a hurry, looking very scared and furious at the same time.

"What is it?" I asked them, as soon as they got close to us.

"It's Ivan," one of the men revealed, as they all bowed to demonstrate obeisance to my father and me.

"What happened to him?"

"He's dead."

I couldn't quite wrap my head around what I had just heard. It was so hard to

believe, neither was I able to easily take it in. "You said?"

"He's dead, my Alpha," the guard reiterated. "He died in his cell."

I stood from my seat and walked to them with a frown on my face. "How did this happen?" I asked, very furious at all of them for their incompetence. "How did you let someone get into his cell to kill him? Which one of you is responsible for securing his cell?"

"Calm down, Alex," said my father, who also stood to his feet. "Let's hear them out first. Let's find out what happened to the man exactly, then we'll know what to do from that point."

I took a deep breath to calm myself a bit. Then I placed my hands on my waist so that I could hear them speak. Yet, deep down, I was boiling inside and craved to lay my hands on one of them, just to teach them a little lesson about incompetence.

"No one got into his cell to kill him," my Alpha, said one of the guards while the others nodded their heads. "He was found dead in his cell as he hung himself using the chains that were used to keep him bound."

Both my father and I shuddered on hearing that. Ever since I was born, I had never heard of or seen anyone who took his life. It was a crazy thing to do.

He must have been tired of all of the torture that he was subjected to daily. He went days with little or no food and he probably wasn't able to bear the starvation and suffering anymore. I couldn't blame him. Only a few men could have been able to stand all that he suffered for such a long time.

I didn't think he'd take his life though. I had thought he'd imagine that he had a shot at living. I felt he'd decide one day that enough was enough and instead of taking more suffering, he'd tell me what I need to hear, hoping that he'd get his freedom in the process. What I didn't think through was if he was ever going to be free. Now, I didn't have to think about it at all since he was already dead.

I was mad; a bit angry that I wasn't able to torture him the way that I'd have loved to. I was sad that I was unable to get any information from him concerning the exact place where Dylan and Sophia hid.

I'd been so busy with stuff concerning the wedding and spending some good time, along with Aurora that I forgot that there was an imminent war and I couldn't afford to be on the losing side of it.

"Take his body and bury it wherever you please, away from the rest of the people in this Pack," I ordered them. "He's not one of us, so he doesn't belong here. I also can't have anyone endanger his life by taking him back to his Pack. So, you all have to find any place you deem befitting, probably close to the forests and bury the snitch there. Perhaps, in his next life, he'd learn how to be loyal to the fingers that feed him. This is a lesson to any of you who might want to do what this dead man had done. I may not let you live to regret it. Leave here at once, all of you!"

I turned to my father in fury as the guards walked out of the throne room. "Father, we need to lay our hands on Dylan somehow. Seeing that this man is dead, we must find another way to get some information about his whereabouts so that we can attack. There's no time to waste."

"We need to relax, son," my father urged, much to my surprise. "We should lay low instead, for now. It seems like Dylan may not be unto us anymore. We should keep things this way, I think."

"I'm afraid, I do not quite agree, father," I said to him, shaking my head. "There's no way that you can tell me that Dylan isn't plotting something evil against us. We both know how relentless he is. He never gives up, even in trivial matters. How can he so easily give up this time? He sent letters and threatened us all and you read them. How can you be saying all that you're saying? The witch too prophesied the same."

"The Dylan that we both know could have attacked us on the day of the wedding, seeing that he was aware, but he didn't. Perhaps, he has gotten back to his senses," he explained. "What we need to do is to be very careful and watchful. We don't have to do anything else for now. Once we can smell anything fishy, then we can get to work, but for now, I don't think it's necessary."

Not wanting to push it any further, I sighed and bared my hands, accepting to do things his way.noveldrama