Episode 2

Pov Izan Noah

The hands of the clock seemed to move slower and slower as I listened to my, not at all pleasant, new in-laws talk non-stop about our recent union. Was it really necessary to talk so many times about the dress Melisandre would wear or what color the tablecloths would be for the guest tables at our long-awaited celebration? I was starting to get fed up. The shrill voice of Melisandre's little sister was starting to bring out the worst in me. My gaze flew to Astor beside me, who was my best friend and right-hand man. His expression of boredom was evident; he didn't even bother to hide the look of disgust he gave those little women who hadn't shut up for a second all night. His eyes moved to me, and he raised his hand, passing it over his neck in a gesture that only meant he'd rather be dead than still standing in this room listening to those unbearable voices talking non-stop. The clock finally struck nine, and my body straightened up forcefully, rising from that chair where I had been forced to spend more than two hours sitting. All the voices finally fell silent, all eyes landing on me. "I'm afraid it's time for us to leave, thank you for the invitation." Melisandre came to my side quickly, hanging on my arm as if she could somehow escape from her. Her father, the leader of the Sorian clan, Dorian Sorian, one of the purest alphas with the most prestige and an enviable position in that pyramid that we all so longed for, although not enough to be above me. He stretched out his hand to me with a smile on his face; he knew it, I wasn't the only one who would benefit from this union.

"We will be in touch, Izan, and once again, welcome to the family." I took his hand, giving it a squeeze. "I hope you continue to take care of my sweet treasure, Melisandre."

"I will take good care of her." Melisandre squeezed my arm and looked at me with an exaggerated smile; her eyes seemed to shine. In her eyes, I was a prize, the trophy that her father had given her just for existing. Melisandre was beautiful, there was no denying it. Her eyes were a soft green, her lips full, she had a voluptuous body and marked hips, exuberant breasts that seemed to want to escape from that red dress she was wearing today; it was a clear invitation for me to take her, she knew it, she had spent the whole night giving small insinuations towards me, she wanted it, there was no reason to wait.

Melisandre opened her red lips. "Izan always takes care of my father, you shouldn't worry." Her breasts rubbed against my arm shamelessly, her scent of cinnamon and cherry seeped through my nostrils. It wasn't an unbearable scent, but neither was it one that made me drool. That was the problem with alpha females; their scents seemed so common and unprovocative to alphas like me. However, there was no need to dwell on it so much; Melisandre was just a piece, a means to an end. I could have fun with her in the process; there was nothing to stop me.

I showed her a flirty smile, my arm passed around her waist, pulling her closer to me; her face lit up. That was what she wanted, what she expected and longed for, the same as most of the women around me wanted.

Attention and approval.

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The way home was long and tedious. Melisandre wouldn't stop talking nonsense, squeezing my arm and smiling at me. Her scent had flooded the car, and it was suffocating me. "Astor, open the windows." The words left my lips with a harsher intonation than I wanted. Melisandre jumped beside me and moved back, feeling the evident rejection that her scent provoked in me. The rest of the trip was in silence, thank goodness, I couldn't stand listening to Melisandre's shrill voice for another second. Her beauty was overshadowed by her unbearable voice, her such spoiled way of being, her pathetic attempt to act tender and defenseless... I hated it.

We were only minutes away from arriving in the city when suddenly a squeal broke the silence. The surprise made Astor lose momentary control of the car. "What the hell was that?" Astor braked the car, and consequently, those behind us also braked. Astor brought his hands to his ears and turned to me with a frown.

That squeal had awakened something in me, an urgency, a need; I had to go there. I pushed the car door open and got out. "Move, follow that sound." Everyone got out of the cars, shifting, complying with my order.

"Izan." I turned back, looking at Melisandre with her hands in her ears and a worried face.

"Take Melisandre to the Mansion."

"As you command, Alpha." My wolf moved forward and ran through the forest enraged, controlling me. What was happening?... The smell of blood coming from the forest mixed with a smell that had made my wolf drool... Chocolate... This couldn't be happening to me now.

Mate!

Fucking shit!!!

At last, we could make out the place from where that smell was coming. My warriors had already neutralized the situation. On the forest floor lay the owner of that smell, a small and bruised body rested on the ground, her white hair full of blood, her face was completely covered by a bandage that dripped with blood. She was injured. My wolf moved back. I walked towards her and knelt beside her. The smell of chocolate merged with the smell of her blood. I took her in my arms furiously, wanting to tear the bastards who had done this to her to pieces.

"Take them home and lock them in the cells."

I ran through the forest with her in my arms. The way to the city was the longest way I had traveled in my life. I entered the mansion, and the doctors were already waiting for me. I placed her body on the bed, everyone moved around her, trying to help her. I was nervous, restless, blinded by the scent that emanated from that faceless woman. "Save her... You have to save her, understand?" Doctor Tom looked at me with wide eyes in terror. I hadn't even realized when my hands had anchored to his gown. What was happening to me?

"We will, Alpha... Let go of the doctor so we can help her." Katia came to my side, looking at me seriously. My hands were trembling. I forced myself to release the doctor's gown and take a step back. The doctor approached her, they began to clean her, and what my eyes saw burned inside me... Her legs and arms were full of cuts, open wounds, and old scars... There wasn't a part of her skin that wasn't full of scars. A growl escaped my lips; I was going crazy...

"Why isn't she healing?" The silent question in Katia's voice triggered an alert inside me. Even though she wasn't purebred, she should be able to heal, even if slowly.

"Her wolf must be hurt, disinfect and bandage her wounds."

"Her head won't stop bleeding." The doctor approached with the scissors and cut the bandages that covered her face. A collective gasp of surprise overwhelmed everyone. Her face... It was evident... She had been tortured. The mark that passed between her eyes and cheeks made that clear. Her lips marked with small scars from holes that someone once opened in her small lips, the outbreak of her skin on her right cheek... It was the mark of a hot bar... Her skin was completely burned.

A primitive and maddening instinct overwhelmed me, my vision became blurred... I was going to kill them all.

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