Chapter Fifty One
Chapter Fifty One
“Kaida, I know you are capable of taking care of yourself, but I’ll ask that you stay close to me at all times.” Alexander said to me.
The Gray Moon Pack was smaller than both the Nightshade and the Dawn Pack, but it was built a bit differently. There were no sub–houses around the pack to accommodate other members; instead, there were three huge buildings, and I guess that’s where all the pack members stayed. The soldier led us into the one on the left, the biggest of the three buildings, I believed, where the Alpha and other top–ranked members were housed.
“Welcome, our King!” The man I assumed to be Alpha Grayson said with a bow. “It had been so long since you last visited.”
“Not so much has changed.” Alexander said with his usual smirk, but I noticed the ‘mask‘ was back on.
“You are right; I don’t plan on making any new notable changes to the pack anytime soon.”
“Thank you for having us, Alpha Grayson.”
“The pleasure is all mine.” Grayson replied. There was something about this man, something… off. ignored the feeling. “Well, lead our guests to the party, you fool!” Grayson said to the soldier, who nodded, leading us to where I assumed was the ‘party.‘
There were already two seats waiting for us on the platform
The members of the Gray Moon Pack bowed as we walked past them; we took our seats.
A slow music began, and women–all naked, save for the tiny skirts they wore–moved to the floor and danced.
I stared at Alexander; he seemed to be enjoying the view, an emotion I had never felt before surfaced. Jealousy? I pushed it away; I didn’t need it.
Men laughed, and so did some other women; the music stopped, and the men grabbed some of the scantily dressed women. I watched as a man further away bent one of the women over the feasting table as he fucked her publicly.
“They behave like savages in these modern times.” I whispered to Alexander.
“Sometimes… there is joy in freedom.”
“You call this freedom?” I asked.
“The women are whores; this is what they are here for, to entertain.”
“I’m sure you would have so loved to be one of those men fucking the whores.” I said, suddenly disgusted.
“No, the women don’t interest me, not when I have you by my side.”
Grayson joined us once again. “Enjoying the show?” he asked. He reeked of alcohol. Strangely, most Alphas I had come across were good–looking, but Grayson had somehow missed out on the good genes; I couldn’t look away from his crooked nose.
“Yes, indeed.” Alexander replied. “Where is the bride?” He asked.
“She is over there.” He pointed. My gaze followed his direction, and there I saw a girl–not a lady or a woman, a girl. She was beautiful, no doubt, but she couldn’t be more than fifteen.
I stared at Alexander, but his face remained indifferent.
“She seems a bit too… young.
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Grayson stared at me, the smile on his lips fading away. “Werewolves are not humans; age is nothing but numbers, and as you can see, she is very excited.”
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She wasn’t–clearly, the smile on her lips was forced. A man and a woman stood by her side; from the woman’s uncanny resemblance to the girl, I knew she was her mother- those were her parents and they were both excited, with wide smiles on their faces.
All I could feel was disgust.
The moment Grayson was gone, I turned to Alexander.
“You have to do something, or I will.”
“Do what?”
“She’s only a child.”
“Each pack has their rules, and here it’s normal for girls her age to get married off.”
“She is not happy; she clearly doesn’t want this.”
“But her parents are–they are the only ones that could have done something, so you won’t only be fighting the Alpha and the whole pack; you will also be fighting her parents and surprisingly, the girl might take her parent’s side. You are a stranger to her.”
