"I—I think they didn’t actually know what was happening," he stamred, scrambling for any thread of hope. "They only set up the periter because they were afraid soone might try to approach the locust swarm..."
Since he had already spoken, and since their master’s fury was clearly aid his way, Greg threw pride and caution out the window. His fear pushed him forward.
"I know Alpha Zion," he continued, forcing the words out quickly. "He’s smart. ticulous. The mont he saw the locust swarm and how fast it was growing, he must’ve set up not only a periter around it, but all over the Golden Hue Pack. To keep anyone from getting close."
Even though admitting it made his stomach twist, Greg pressed on.
"Much as I hate to say it... Zion is damn sharp. He picks up hints fast. If he realized soone was manipulating things behind the scenes, then he must’ve suspected our moves. I’m certain he baited us and tried to lure us in so he could get answers."
"Because if Zion were truly certain, if he really had a mole feeding him information, he wouldn’t be wasting ti setting traps," Greg said, growing more confident with every word. "Alpha Zion isn’t the type to hesitate. If he knew who was pulling the strings behind the scenes, he’d already be at our doorstep, tearing the walls down himself. He wouldn’t bother trying to lure us out like this."
Greg forced his voice to steady, pushing aside the fear curling in his gut. Zion wasn’t afraid of death; everyone knew that. The fact that he wasn’t storming their hideout ant only one thing: he was still trying to flush out the mastermind. He didn’t know yet.
And Greg desperately needed their master to believe that. His life depended on it.
So he straightened his back and spoke with as much conviction as he could muster, praying the confidence in his tone would be enough to save him from the slaughter.
Hearing Greg’s explanation, their master fell into a cold, contemplative silence. He knew better than anyone that their operations over the years had been anything but subtle. It was not impossible, perhaps even expected, that one or two Alphas guarding their territories would eventually notice the pattern.
And if what Greg said held any truth, then there might not be a mole among his ranks at all.
Perhaps this was precisely what Zion wanted, to force him into turning on his own n, to make him thin out his forces by slaughtering his subordinates in a fit of paranoia.
The thought made his jaw tick.
"Very well..." he growled through clenched teeth, fury simring beneath each word as he redirected all bla toward Zion’s sharp, calculating mind.
Chase almost clicked his tongue in irritation as their master halted the guards who were already dragging the trembling subordinates away.
"You may all leave. I wish to rest," their master commanded.
Everyone scattered instantly, fleeing like terrified dogs, each one afraid that even a second’s delay would cost them their head.
Outside, Greg shot Chase a venomous glare. "You think you can get killed? Ha! Dream on. Watch your back from now on," he growled before storming off.
Chase didn’t rise to the bait. He simply watched Greg’s retreating back before heading to his own quarters. But the mont he stepped inside, his expression darkened; the faint scent lingering in the room didn’t belong to him.
"What are you doing here? Go back," Chase said coldly as he pushed the door open again, making it clear she wasn’t welco.
"Chase, I just... I just wanted to check if you were hurt," Sheena murmured weakly behind him.
"Miss Sheena," Chase replied, tone flat and unforgiving, "you know exactly what your position is. You’re the master’s woman. You coming into my room will only get killed. So please leave."
He didn’t soften his voice. He didn’t offer her a shred of face. Just the truth, cold, sharp, and devoid of the slightest hesitation.
But instead of leaving, the woman suddenly threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around Chase’s waist.
"Chase... we’re the sa kind of people," she whispered, voice trembling with carefully crafted sorrow. "Your family, your fated mate, they were taken from you. And I lost mine too. My lover died in front of . I thought you, of all people, would understand... that maybe we could be each other’s solace."
Her small shoulders shook as she clung to him, her pitiful plea echoing in the dim room. But Chase didn’t move. Not a single muscle reacted.
Then Sheena’s hand slid downward, grazing his abdon before boldly cupping his crotch.
"Chase... you can feel my pain, right?" she murmured as she pressed her cheek against his solid chest, hoping for any sign of weakness.
Her fingers slipped inside his pants, searching for a response, any signs of his arousal, but found none. His cock stayed limp, unresponsive to her touch, no matter how insistently she stroked him.
Chase’s voice dropped, cold and sharp enough to freeze the air between them.
"Are you finished?"
He remained perfectly still, no desire, no warmth, only the repulsion he struggled to keep from showing. It was already the height of his restraint not to shove her away.
"Chase... can’t you at least look at ?" Sheena whimpered, taking a shaky step back when he remained unresponsive. But giving up wasn’t in her nature.
Slowly, deliberately, she slipped the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders. The silk slid down her body and pooled at her feet, leaving her bare, her voluptuous curves fully displayed, the very sa body their master was obsessed with.
She had always been proud of it; n tripped over themselves for a single glance, and their master had coveted her beauty enough to slaughter her entire family just to claim her.
So how could Chase, an Alpha, a man with no mate and unt desire, remain unmoved?
Her eyes burned with desperate hope as she tried to read even the faintest shift in his expression. Chase was powerful, cold, and breathtaking, and she couldn’t stop herself from wanting him.
In her mind, they were two broken souls, both robbed of love, both trapped in this hell. And unlike Chase, she wasn’t cursed. If he just reached for her... if he just asked... they could run.
Their master indulged her whims because she was his toy, sothing to be admired but not yet broken. As long as she didn’t push too far, he tolerated her disobedience. But too much defiance, and he would kill her without hesitation.
Still, Sheena gambled everything as she stood bare before Chase, hoping her body would stir even a flicker of desire in the man who refused to look at her.
Then Sheena stepped closer, one slow, deliberate step after another, letting her long hair spill over her bare skin as if to fra every curve she wanted him to notice. Her eyes burned with a hungry, desperate desire as they road across Chase’s face, down the hard line of his jaw, and the solid muscles of his body.
To her, Chase wasn’t just handso; he was one of the most striking Alphas she had ever laid eyes on, a man carved from power and restraint.
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