The Alpha Can’t Sense His Mate

ITHRA

“Tell me, what is it like back at your coven? Was it that bad, you had to run away?” Zadok asked while I ate silently.

“I didn’t run away.” I gritted, “If you’re going to intrude on my personal life at least get your facts straight.”

I don’t know why the thought of him knowing how I was treated made me furious.

Everything about the man in front of me infuriated me and the baffling thing about it was that he knew.

He knew but didn’t give a damn about how I felt.

“Watch your tone.” He cautioned with a hard voice, “As much as I have everything I need to know about you at the tip of my fingertips, nothing beats hearing from the culprit, don’t you think?” He says, slicing through his meat.

I hated that I was so hungry. If not, I would have gotten up from this table and headed back to my room. Cough, prison.

Since I couldn’t leave, I decided it was best to make this breakfast as unbearable to him as it was for me.

“Tell me,” I began, “Do you prefer cooked meat as opposed to raw ones?”

Zadok seemed startled to hear my voice. No doubt, he was surprised I’d taken the motive to speak to him.

“As a wolf, nothing beats having meat in its natural state.” He replied but I could tell he was picking his words.

“You mean killing other animals and devouring their carcasses is better than eating a decently cooked meal? Such a beastly thing to do, don’t you think? I mean, no offense, but why pretend to enjoy eating here when you can be having a better breakfast that suits your needs more perfectly?”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Zadok’s eyes narrowed, and he gauged me, trying to understand what my intentions were.

“I can’t possibly eat raw meat in my human form.” He said slowly, staring at me like I’d grown a second head.

I returned my eyes to my food, cutting through my steak, “Oh really?” I feigned surprise, “what else can a wolf not do in their human state?” I pondered aloud.

“Why are you so interested?” He fired back, sizing me up, “Have you made up your mind to pledge your loyalty to us, or is this an investigation to hurt us?”

Over time, I realized something about Zadok. He knew just the right buttons to push to get me in a terrific mood.

Yay… not.

“Like you earlier stated, nothing beats hearing from the culprit.” I played it cool, not giving him the answer he wanted.

It felt good to know he wasn’t having a field day with our conversation. It made us even.

“Indeed.” He said, dropping his fork. “Since you have become so curious about us, I might as well feed you with knowledge.”

His words threw me aback but I hid it and nodded my head, encouraging him to continue.

“In the bloodMoon pack, we train ourselves to be strong on our two sides. Both the human side and werewolf side.” He started, “What this means is that, in any skin we find ourselves, we are trained to blend in and easily use whatever we have at our disposal.”

He continued, “For some wolves, perhaps newly transformed ones that are yet to master using their beastly abilities, they train, live and eat in their wolf form, out in the outskirts of the pack lands until they are better acquainted to balancing both ends.”

I adjusted on my chair, wondering why he was telling me all of this.

“Why place them on the outskirts of the pack? Are they also a threat to your people?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“Far from it. Matter of fact, they are better off staying under guidance on the pack, in order to quicken their learning experience and become of use to the pack.”

Now I was confused, “If that’s a better option, then why keep them there?”

“You see, a newly transformed wolf is usually unstable. Unstable in the sense that until they are able to get control of their wolf, their wolf instincts guide their every decision.” He smirked, “And nine times out of ten, it’s usually kill first, and ask questions later.”

Why did I feel like he was threatening me?

“Remember when I found you wandering around my territory? You were on the outskirts of the lands, and right in time to attend the hunt.”

“The hunt?”

“Yes, Ithra. For some reason, you decided to show up when the newly transformed ones were to hunt for their first meal.” He chuckled, “You can be thankful I found you and not one of them, perhaps we wouldn’t have met?”

I couldn’t believe my ears, he actually thought I should be grateful he met me and not one of his unstable younglings.

“Perhaps it would have been better if I met one of them and called it a day. Of what use is it that I met you and ended up here, with no future in sight.” I snickered,

“Mind your words witch,” his jaws ticked, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I strongly believe your life over here as a … willful captive, is a hundred times better than the one you lead as a Celts Coven witch.”

That did it. I dropped my fork loudly and faced him.

“Of course it would seem that way to you.” I said with fury in my eyes, “And for the record, getting torn apart by your crazy beastly younglings will forever be better than staying under one who lives for the sole purpose of killing witches unprovoked. It’s only a matter of time before the killer beast in you comes out anyway,”

Zadok let out a wry laugh, “I see you’ve done your homework. Tell me, are you afraid of me now?”

“Should I be afraid of you?” I challenged,

He got on his feet, “I see you have forgotten your place, witch.” He looked at my empty plate, “or perhaps you’ve eaten and found strength to bite at your owner.”

He walked out the table and in seconds, he was behind me and breathing down my ears.

“Since you have enough energy, let’s put them to good use.”

My legs were shaky as he encircled me. Just what did he want to do this time?

“Azriel will take you.” He whispered, placing an arm around my waist, “Hopefully, this time around, you learn decent table manners.”

My body hairs stood at the contact of his arm to my waist. His muscular arm sent shockwaves through my body, making me shut my thighs and gasp inaudibly at my body’s reaction to him.

Still in that haze, the door opens and Azriel appears. He walked over while Zadok put some space between us.

“Take her to work.” He ordered, and returned to his seat.

His phone rang and he picked it up, while Azriel led me out of his presence.