Luna Iris Mated to a slave

Deluna Hansen.

"Alpha, we have the spies in the dungeon already." Zia tells me, walking into the office with her heeled boots making clicks against the floorboards. I drop my pen and look up, "Perfect," I compliment their achievement and she smiles.

"Beta Samuel specifically took part in that only for your love. You should give him a try, Alpha." Zia says jokingly but my wolf doesn't take it as a joke. I fight the urge to pounce on her and remind myself she's my beta. I calm my wolf down and stand up, dropping the paper sheet on the desk.

"Say anything, but don't step a foot out of the office. And you might just want to tell Damien to prepare for a gorgeous dinner." Her pretty blonde eyes gleam at the mention of his name. Clearly, she has feelings for the vampire every other person in the pack counts to be rogue. "Or you might like to offer yourself to him as dinner."

"Alpha!" Her voice is scolding but her face says something different. Crimson colored cheeks can only tell of fluttering feelings.

"It's obvious you like him, amico." I say, " Ed è piuttosto quello caldo."I wink at her before turning around and walking out.

I am Alpha Deluna Hansen, 23, and the Luna of Crystal Promise pack (Pacchetto Promessa Di Cristallo). I don't have you to tell, I love being respected and given that accord. To be the strongest and most respected female alpha means a lot of dedication and vigilance. But I have something more important to bother about than about my reputation. I have less than five months to present my mate to mother. I had promised her (that) I would present my beautiful relationship with my mate whenever I clock twenty five, and that was before she died. If anything ever really matters to your subjects as an alpha, then it's being dedicated to your words. That surely means a lot.

I make my way to the dungeon as the rest of the pack won't stop greeting me. The place is dark and smells of dried blood, just what it is used for. The dungeon is dirty and stinking with humans and wolves and a bit of vampires' dried dead bodies and splashed bloods everywhere. It has been used more in the years before than now. Just making an estimate about the number of bodies that has been killed in this place over the years makes me realize why I am regarded as the most powerful and the most respected female alpha.

After a second scanning around the room, I finally find the two livings in a corner of the room. They aren't dead yet but it looks like they've been battling for their life for hours now. And their skin? It's burning already. Wolfsbane! It's even beginning to affect me.

I squat before the two dying werewolves and one of them slowly looks up. A smirk plays on my lips as I read the pitiful expression on the beta's face.

"Mercy?" I laugh at the word and he tries to open his mouth to talk but the wolfsbane potion on an open wound... The smell is beginning to make me weak too.

"Don't worry, your blood won't dry up like the others. You would make a gorgeous dinner for our hot vampire." I tease but the next second, I plunge my claws into their heart. A loud, sharp grunt and silence. Death! I smirk at their splashed blood. If there's something I love then it's the sight of the enemy's blood. And if there's a job I preferred most, then it's preparing the best of dinner for Damien with their blood.