The Alpha's Enslaved Luna

Ethan’s POV

“The painting? But Alpha Ethan, th— the painting is not something to be taken likely.”

“Am I someone to be taken?” I questioned back.

“No. But, it has been in my family for ages, my pack wouldn’t be pleased to hear that I have it out.” He cried.

“The pack you talk about with so much pride will discard you the minute you are overthrown by your brother.” I pointed out. It was difficult to argue with this fact.

He stared at me, indecisive. He would probably think I’m heartless which isn’t far from the truth. There wasn’t anything to my taste in his pack and I would have left the same way I came, not taking anything If not for my mother’s love for painting.

“But—.” He began, I silenced him with the wave of my hand.

I drank the wine he had poured me and stood up, suddenly feeling impatient.

“I won’t hear anymore excuses, do as you please but mind you, you have just 24 hours to decide. If the artwork isn’t sent to my pack house by this time tomorrow, we will see what will happen.” I said, turned and walked out. My guards standing at the door also followed suit.

I shut myself from the outside word, knowing what was coming next. Either a scream or a plea and I don't have the patience for either of them.

I walked outside, and my car was parked closeby. I walked up to it and my guard was right on time to open the door. I got settled.

My guards occupied the front seats, they waited for my instruction.

“Take me to the next pack, hopefully they have something that'll excite me.”

“Okay, Alpha,” the one on the driver's side said.

I picked up a magazine on the seat to while away time but Roy chose that time to disturb me.

“So you just go around, disrupting people's life.” My wolf Roy said.

“I don't get what you are saying, I'm merely doing my job.” I told him. I flipped through the magazine as though I was actually reading it.

“What job? We both know this has nothing to do with your job as the Ultima Alpha. You are merely trying to–”

“Can you drop that already? I'm over her okay? I'm going to find my one true mate soon and the rest will be history.” I cut in, knowing what he wanted to say.

“If that is the case why are you oppressing these people? Marcel for instance is your trusted ally, if you snatch his most cherished artwork from him you will end up having him as an enemy.” Roy stressed.

“And since when did I care about having enemies? Just shut it, Roy. You have nothing important to say.” I chided my wolf.

He sighed.

“I hope you don't regret all these. That aside, where are we going next?”

“Crimson Shadows pack, I have business there.”

“Shouldn’t we head home instead? The Luna is having a feast, it’s the best shot at finding our mate.” Roy said.

“Our mate in not in the pack, I’ve check. She’s not in this pack either, my reason for going to the Crimson Moon pack isn’t just for business, this is another reason.”

**

“Numbers 26,69, 70 and 80, go over there and stand upright. When Alpha Ethan comes in you are to bow, do not say a word to him unless asked to, am I clear?” Mistress Ava asked.

“Yes, Mistress.” The chorus and moved aside.

“Numbers 50, 80, 17, and 107, go over there.” She instructed, she took the sheet of paper containing all the names of the slaves and ticked.

She looked up and found that only three of the slaves she called were standing in their assigned position. She frown.

“Who is the last person? I called out four of you, why am I seeing just three persons here?” She asked, striding forward.

“Number 17, Mistress. You asked her to clean the stables.” One of them replied.

Realization flooded her senses and she retreated, “That’s okay, number 41 join them to make it complete.”

She called out other maids and gave each of them a position and a duty, followed by instructions.

Few hours later a Delta entered the scene.

“Mistress, Alpha Ethan is here. Alpha Tyler told me to—.” He started.

“It’s okay. I know what you want to say. Everyone stay in position and act natural, if any of you fucks up, you'll be dead by sunrise.”