Capítulo 2: 2. She’s a stealer wolf!
"What the hell is going on here?" Alpha Devon demanded of the men who were forcefully holding a woman.
They all froze, and she lifted her gaze. When their eyes met, something stirred within him. She was the one; the one whose scent had clouded his mind moments ago. His mate.
He had come to the mating ceremony with the singular aim of finding her. Years of searching had left him disappointed, until he caught her scent moments earlier.
"Mate!" Devon growled as he strode towards them.
The men stepped back in fear, allowing her to run into his arms, which surprised him. His eyes widened as she deepened the embrace, but she quickly pulled away, as though realizing something.
Raising her chin, Devon stared into her brown eyes. There was something unusual about her. He possessed a unique aura that repelled others, yet she had walked through it unaffected.
She was beautiful and small, and had felt so good in his arms.
"You're strange," he muttered, scrutinizing her. "Look at me."
She met his gaze but looked away when it intensified. Turning to the wolves who dared touch his mate, they fell to their knees.
"Alpha, have mercy! Stay away from that girl! She's a witch!" one of them protested.
Devon scoffed. How far would they go to oppose him?
Turning to leave with her, Devon froze at the unexpected accusation: "She's a mute and a Stealer Wolf!" His hands slipped from hers involuntarily, shock evident in his widened eyes, awaiting her denial.
Instead, she shook her head tearfully. He wanted to ignore the claims, but curiosity compelled him to understand.
"What do you mean?" he demanded.
"It is true Alpha!" Another added.
Devon looked to her for explanation, but she remained silent, shaking her head.
"Aren't you going to explain?" he pressed, prompting her to kneel and plead wordlessly.
"So it's true? You're mute?" Devon asked, exasperated.
"She is, Alpha. She's been mute since birth," the wolves affirmed. "As a stealer wolf the Luna had punished her!"
Why would fate be so cruel? After years of searching for his mate, Devon had expected more. Not a wolf who was cursed never to turn. Not a wolf who could not fit into the place of a Luna.
"You knew you were cursed, yet you hugged me?" Devon's voice rang out suddenly, filled with anger. "Instead of being my mate, you're going to become my personal maid." He smirked as Olivia gasped in shock.
He wants me to be his maid?
Olivia looked at him incredulously, struggling to believe what she had just heard. How could he do this to her? Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared back at him.
He met her gaze with cold eyes, his voice tinged with bitterness. "You are too weak to be Luna!" he declared.
She sensed the pain in his words, and it shattered her heart. It wasn't her fault she was mute, yet she felt judged and condemned for it all her life.
How could she make him understand that her muteness didn't define her strength or worth? Would he ever see beyond her inability to speak or the fact that she couldn't shift?
She wanted her mate to love her just as it was meant to be.
Their eyes locked again, and just when she thought she saw softness in them his gaze hardened again.
"Get her out of my sight."
Olivia grabbed his hand, desperation in her eyes. He faced her again, his expression cold and dark. Tears continued to flow down her cheeks as she pleaded silently with her eyes.
He pushed her hand away sharply, wiping his own as if tainted. "Leave," he commanded. In an instant, he pressed her against the wall of the Mating hall, gripping her neck firmly. Olivia gasped for breath, tears streaming down her face as she struggled against his hold, trying desperately to make a sound, any sound, to plead with him. But her voice failed her.
His face was a mix of rage and sorrow as he tightened his grip, his eyes reflecting a deep-seated hatred that sent shivers down Olivia's spine.
"Say something, anything!" Devon snapped, frustration evident in his voice.
Olivia struggled desperately to respond, attempting to open her mouth, but all that escaped were short gasps and panting. It felt as though her breath was caught in her throat, constricted by fear and sorrow.
How could she make him understand that she would never hurt him? How could she convey that despite her muteness, she was willing to do whatever it took to be with him, to protect him?
Devon stared at Olivia for a long, tense moment before finally releasing his grip on her neck. Olivia crumpled to the ground, clutching her throat and coughing harshly. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably, her eyes pleading for forgiveness from the Alpha.
Abruptly, Devon took her hand and led her out of the Mating hall. Fear tightened Olivia's chest as she wondered if he was taking her to the dungeon.
Instead, they arrived at the pack hospital, a spacious and sterile environment bustling with activity. Devon guided her into a ward, his expression inscrutable. Moments later, two women entered— one in a crisp white lab coat and the other in casual attire, both possessing striking beauty amidst the clinical setting.
"She's a Stealer Wolf. Administer the injection," Devon commanded firmly, pushing Olivia towards the ground.
Olivia's heart raced with anxiety. What injection? Was Devon planning to get rid of her? Did being a Stealer Wolf make her a target for elimination, the last of her kind?
Her gaze darted to the nurse in the room, who exchanged flirtatious glances with Devon. Anger flared within Olivia as she clenched her fists, glaring at the woman who met her gaze with a scoff before turning away.
Soon, nurses arrived with a tray of medical equipment. "Here they are, Alpha," the doctor announced with a warm smile, attempting to diffuse the tension.
"Good. Inject her with it, and she'll find her way back to the pack house," Devon ordered tersely before turning to leave.
Inject? Olivia's heart skipped a beat in panic. She attempted to stand and flee, but the doctor restrained her firmly.
"Stay put. It's the Alpha's orders!" she insisted, her voice carrying an undertone of sympathy but unwavering in its obedience to Devon's directive.
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