The Gift chronicles

Chapter 12

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The next week went by in agonizing slowness. I woke up every morning alone in bed, despite always

falling asleep with the Blood Alpha next to me. Alpha Cain left early every morning to go do whatever

Alpha duties he had for the day, and would be back around the time the pack came over for dinner.

Alpha Cain agreed that it would be best to wait to introduce me to pack until I was Marked, so I stayed

upstairs while the Pack was eating, and Alpha Cain would bring me up a plate of food. Once he Marked

me, I would be able to communicate with them. He didn't know that I had no intention of ever meeting

them, much less being Marked by him.

The first day the Alpha was gone, I spent the day exploring the Pack House. Once I found the library, I

spent the rest of my days reading random books. The Blood Moon pack is significantly older than Red

Crescent, so they had a much larger collection of old books, most of which containing old pack

traditions.

Since of course the Alpha didn't trust me enough to be alone all day, he had Delta Carter and three

other warriors guarding me in the Pack House all day. The three warriors guarded the perimeter of the

house, and Delta Carter followed me wherever I went in the house, with the exception of the bathroom.

One time, I made the mistake of taking too long of a shower, and Carter frantically banged on the door

until I knocked back on the wall to let him know I hadn't escaped. I suspected the Alpha had threatened

him and maybe even beat him after I had escaped on his watch the last time. If the Alpha had beaten

him, Carter certainly didn't hold any grudge against me— he was chattier than ever.

Carter talked nonstop any moment we didn't spend in the library, and although I was annoyed by it, I

quickly grew used to it. In accordance with my plan, I was polite to him and sometimes even texted

responses to his questions on my newly acquired cell phone.

He talked a lot about his mate, Rose. She was 3 months pregnant, and Carter was constantly

mindlinking her throughout the day to check up on her. He asked if she could come over and meet me,

but I refused. I would feel too guilty pretending to be nice to a pregnant lady who thought I was to be

her Luna. Instead of telling him the truth, I told him that I wanted to wait until my hands were healed,

because I was embarrassed by them.

It was true that my hands were a disaster, though. Alpha Cain redressed the wounds every night before

we went to bed, and to my dismay, they still weren't healed yet. I don't think the fire he was able to

conjure was normal fire. Being a werewolf expedites healing, and I should have been healing at an

even more accelerated rate because I have Gamma blood. However, my hands were healing painfully

slowly, as if I were a human. I tried summoning weapons every morning when I awoke, but the burns

were too severe.

On the 7th night of my imprisonment, I waited patiently in the Alpha's bedroom for him to get back. Not

because I missed him or anything, but because I wanted him to bring me my food already.

Finally, he walked in through his door with two plates piled high with steaming food. I lit up, and he

laughed. "I'm going to assume that happy look is for the food, not because of me."

"Both," I mouthed at him, with a faux smile, laying it on thick. Gaining his trust was essential in order to

execute my plan. My heart clenched in guilt when his face lit up in return of my kind words. He flashed

a brilliantly white smile at me before planting a quick kiss on my forehead. I stiffened under the sudden

contact, but I don't think he noticed. He handed me my plate, and we both ate silently on top of his bed.

"What did you do today, little mate?" He asks once we've both finished our food and set our plates

outside of the door for the maid. Inwardly, I twitch in annoyance. He obviously knows everything I did

today, since he has Carter watching me 24/7 and no doubt reporting everything I'm doing to him. I hide

my annoyance, and just shrug. "Nothing," I mouth, looking disinterested in talking about it.

"Carter told me that you've been working out," He says, with an edge in his voice that I don't

understand. I shrugged again, and pulled out my phone to text him.

Working out as much as I'm can in this house. Crunches, push ups, using Carter as a makeshift

punching bag. Its not like there's much I can do in this place. This is the most out of shape I've ever

been in.

He growls at my text. "You do not need to be 'in shape' for anything. You are no longer a Gamma. You

have no one to fight."

I raise my eyebrows and text back, and what if I ever need to defend myself?

"You will not ever need to. You will always be with myself, or three pack guards and Delta Carter. They

are the most competent fighters in the pack besides myself and Beta Jax." He responds, confident in

my protection.

You know that I could protect myself better than they ever could.

Alpha Cain sighs heavily at my response. "It is not a Luna's job to fight. Having a Luna with no guards

is just putting a target on my back."

I'm not like other Lunas, and I don't want to be.

He stared at me, searching my eyes for a long while before finally talking. "I know. Nevertheless, I am

not leaving you unprotected. I am not being unreasonable. All Alphas assign their mate a guard,

typically the Delta so the Beta is free to assist the Alpha and the Gamma can train the warriors."

Yeah, a guard. Not 4 total. It makes me feel like a prisoner in our home.

I made puppy dog eyes at him, pleading with him. I could sense him about to crack. I knew he would if I

pulled the "our home" card. He was too easy to manipulate. To put the nail in the coffin, I reached out

and cupped his cheek with my hand. I tried to ignore the tingles I felt where my skin touched his.

"Fine, I will cut it down to just Carter as your guard. I would do anything to make you happy, my little

pup," He softly spoke, nuzzling his face in my neck. Though usually calling a wolf a pup was an insult,

he said it like I was a treasure. I couldn't believe how easy it was to make him putty in my hands. To be

honest, I sort of lost respect for him. He was so powerful and dominant when we first met, initially

holding firm that he doesn't negotiate, even when I had a knife to my throat. Now, he was soft. Weak.

Unfit to be Alpha. Alphas should be harsh and strict. Otherwise wolves would walk all over them. And

walk I will.