THE ALPHA’S BROKEN LUNA

Hardin’S POV

I am not surprised at all to walk into my living room and meet Miguel pacing about and panting like someone who just returned from a race. He wants to reprimand me for my actions earlier.

I have been running for hours and right now I am very exhausted and I don’t want to fight with him over Reign.

I had to clear my and I did just that, I’m not going to let him put thoughts in my head that will give sleepless nights. Throughout the week I have had sleepless nights because I keep thinking about Reign, I think I deserve one night of solemnity.

“Miguel, I’m not in the mood to fight with you. Just go and cuddle Megan in your arms all night or beta still make love to her. Just let me be”

“No, how about you mark your mate and make her yours before you totally loose everything?”

“You know that can never happen. Look at what she did today, she tried to escape”

“How are you so sure?”

“Miguel I found her in the woods, with a dagger in her hand, that can only mean one thing!”

“So, that means you ordered the guards to torture her, didn’t you?”

What?Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

That didn’t sound well in my ear. Who ordered guards to torture Reign?

It couldn’t be me.

“What?”

“Did you order you’re the guards to take Reign into the torture room and have her drowned and electrocuted all night?”

“Holy Moon goddess, I didn’t give that order! What did they do to Reign?” I ask in horror, alarmed.

Why on earth will my guards touch her without me permission?

How dare they?

“They were in the middle of giving her the torture of her life when I intervened”

“What did you do?”

“I dismissed them and took Reign to another dungeon room. Look, Hardin, I know you don’t…” I don’t wait for him to complete statement, I bolt out of the living room and out of my chambers to the prison quarters where I meet a group of men standing by the gate.

These are the same men I handed Reign to and they are probably the same men who had her tortured. I charge towards them with anger and at top speed and grab the first two by their arms as I lift them high up and let them fall on their backs. The others struggle to get away but I catch up with them and have them well beaten to pulp.

No one hurts my mate and goes Scott free!

Only I alone have the right to inflict pain on her.

I walk along the long dark alley of the dungeon that has doors side by side and when I finally spot her, I rush into her room and I pause when I see the state in which she is in.

She has been thoroughly beaten up and I can only imagine the pain she’s going through right now. She hasn’t noticed my presence yet because she has her face buried between her knees that has been curled up her chest and she’s crying.

Her soft sobs fill my ears and I feel a sharp pain pierce through my heart. Her beautiful straight black hair is all ruffled and I frown in anger when I recognize Miguel’s jacket on her body.

He is always ten steps ahead.

Her angelic voice feels my ears and I just shake my head as I take calculated steps into the dungeon and that’s when she feels my presence and lifts up her head. The moment she sees me, she starts crawling backwards in fear.

“Stop moving” I instruct in a calm voice and instantly, she stays still. I walk closer to her and stoop down by her side and examine her bruised face.

My heart aches when I see finger prints I her right cheek and I cringe at the thought of another man hitting her. Tomorrow, I’m going to get all of those guards severely punished.

That, I swear.

Her face is all red and bruised and there’s patches of blood in her nostrils and around her mouth. She looks horrible and I honestly feel bad.

I lean closer to her and do what I have never imagined doing to Reign in my entire life. I cube her into my arms, carry her bridal style as I rise on my feet.

I know I’m going to regret this later, but I have to do it now. She needs me.

She doesn’t utter a single word as I walk along the dark hallway. Instead she snakes her arms around my neck and snuggles closer to me with her head hurried in my chest.

My heart does a series of summersaults.

Her slim body fits perfectly in my big arms and I carry her with so much ease to the servant quarters.

I’m just grateful that there’s no one around to witness this.

Once I get to her bedroom, I kick open the door and take her to her bed where I put her to lie on it.

She looks like she’s about to die.

“Why do you keep making things so difficult for yourself?” I ask the moment she struggles to sit upright.

“Why didn’t you just order them to kill me at once?”

“I didn’t order them to torture you, all I asked them to do was have you locked up in the silver prison, not have you tortured. They will be punished for insubordination!”

“Why do you even care? After all, this is what you want right? For me to suffer, you are supposed to be happy”

“I don’t want anyone else but me to torture you. You wronged me, not them, so they have no right to inflict any pain on you without my permission” I explain and she just turns her head away. “Look at me!” I order and when she turns to look at me, our eyes meet and I can feel my heart begin to race abnormally again.

Why the fuck does she have so much effect on me?

“Since you claim that you weren’t trying to escape, what then were you doing in the forest with a dagger in your hand” I ask with a creased brow.

“I wanted to…” Then she suddenly stops talking and looks at me long and hard and then shakes her head. “I don’t want to talk about it”

“Who said you had a choice”

“Then you’re just going to have to torture it out of me, after all, that’s what you take pleasure in doing these past days”

Where the hell did she take such confidence from?

“Shut the hell up!” I scold and she trembles in fear. I give her a cold glare as I rise up from her bed before I loose my temper and do something I will regret.

I have already done a regrettable thing by carrying her in my arms, I don’t want to add to that list.

“We had a deal Alpha Hardin” She speaks and I look down at her. She raises her head up and looks straight into my eyes. “I serve here for one month and you let me go, that was the deal and I don’t intend to break it any time soon. I wasn’t trying to escape. Take it or leave it” She explains and I try on my heels storm out of her bedroom.

She is always striking the wrong nerves and I hate her for that.

I hate her for making me hate her.

I hate her for making me so confused and frustrated right now.

I hate her for making me care about her.

I hate her for breaking down the walls I have built against her in my heart.

I hate her because right now, I’m talking nonsense all because I can’t get her off my damn mind!