The Rejected Luna Queen

Alpha Bane's POV

"How on Earth did I let this happen?" I kept asking myself, unable to control myself.

I was devastated. I didn't even know how to react or what to make of what I had just heard. The news just kept ringing in my head over and over again and it drove me crazy.

As I stood by the door, backing the people inside the room, I recalled all that I had just heard from Aurora's mother. She informed me as soon as I got to the room about the abduction of my dear son. I didn't even get to see him.

I was more than angry as I wondered who it was, that might have done that. It was well-planned as the person targeted a moment when we were vulnerable and did a very clean job.

Apparently, there was no guard on ground to thwart the attack of the invader. They were all at the borders, fighting alongside me. If only I had listened and stayed behind; perhaps, I'd have been able to save my son from the hands of that wicked man who had the guts to take away a newborn child from the grasp of his mother. It was wickedness in the highest places and I couldn't wait to get my hands on that man if only I could find him.

I was more than devastated. Indeed, I felt like I was running mad. I paced back and forth outside the room, thinking of the next step to take but nothing seemed to be forthcoming. I couldn't even go back into the room because I couldn't get myself to take a look at Aurora who was already wailing heavily and yelling in pain.

"Come here," I called out to one of the guards, not knowing what else to do about all that was going on. "Check the entire Castle and beyond. Get three other guards to follow you. Search every nook and cranny and bring back my son!"

I knew it was a lost cause but I had to do something. I couldn't just stand around doing nothing, even though I knew that the man; whomever it was that took my child, would have already gone very far.

As I kept pacing about, I heard footsteps behind me and I turned to see my father, running toward me as fast as he could. "Son, what exactly is going on?" He asked, bending a bit to recover some lost energy. "I've been in a late-night meeting with the elders. It was there that I was when I got the news about your child being kidnapped. I..."

I burst into tears before he could finish his statement, placing my head on his shoulder as I cried. He, too, broke into tears, holding me tightly in a warm embrace.

"Who could have done this?" I thought aloud as we broke the embrace. I tried to wrap my head around all that happened but I couldn't quite place my hands on anyone in particular who could have committed such an atrocity. "It might have been the same people who had started the riot. Surely it has to be them. I mean, why else would the man have attacked that very instant when I was away? No, I can't let them go scot-free. It just has to be them."

"You seem to be lost in your thoughts son," said my father to me. "Would by any means know who might have done this?"

"Not at all," I shook my head, still clueless as to who might have done it. While we fought the men at the border, I couldn't recognise any of the men that we killed, so there was no way to know who attacked us. If I had received the information sooner, I might have been able to keep one of them alive long enough for him to tell me what I needed to hear.

"I have a strong feeling that Dylan has a hand in this," said my father, gritting his jaw.noveldrama

I couldn't believe that. I didn't want to believe it at all. I knew just how much Dylan hated me. He would give just about anything to lay his hands on me. Regardless, if he wanted to deal with me as he felt in his heart, he'd rather come after me. He'd try to take my life and not that of my child whom he had no business with.

I'd known Dylan all my life and he wasn't much of a fan of using underhanded tactics, except someone else was behind it. It wasn't him at all. Dylan was a lot of things but he was no coward; at least, not in that kind of way.

"No, dad. He can't be," I finally said, concluding in my heart that it wasn't him. "What if Sophia talked him into doing something like that?" He asked.

I shook my head. I still didn't want to believe what he was saying to me. Although I knew that Sophia could do that, I didn't imagine that Dylan could stop so low to hit me below the belt.

Just then, two guards walked toward us, dragging another guard who was trying to escape but couldn't. They held onto him with very strong grips and the look on the guard's face told the whole story.

He knew that it was the end for him. There was no escaping for him whatsoever. He eventually stopped struggling and resigned to his fate, allowing them to drag him to me with much ease.

As they got to us, they tossed the guard on the floor, right in front of me and stood behind him to stop him from trying to run away or anything of that sort.

My brow furrowed in confusion, not knowing why he was there and what to do with him. Yet, something in me told me that he was the mole on the inside who helped whoever it was that took my child.

Somehow, I hoped that it wasn't him. I hoped that I was wrong about my assumptions because if I wasn't, I already knew what the fate of that man was going to be. I was so sure that he was never going to survive what I had in store for him.

I bent a bit, staring deeply into his eyes so that I could hear him myself. I didn't want to make any assumptions. I needed to be very sure about what was in front of me.

He had lovely blue eyes. Even in my angry state, I had to admit that he was a very handsome man, full of so much potential. He didn't seem to be a dangerous person in my eyes, but his looks were always bound to deceive men.

"Please, my Alpha," he begged with very shaky lips. "Don't kill me. I promise you that it wasn't my intention to do what I did. I wasn't in my right senses. They threatened to take my life and that of my family. Please..."

"And you preferred to trade that with the life of my child?" I asked with a smile on my face.

"No, my Alpha. Please forgive me. Please..."

I thought long and hard about how forgiving him was going to return my child but I couldn't think of anything tangible. I held his face in my right hand as he quivered in fear. All I could do was simply smile.