Chapter 12

Mitchell's POV...

It was evening, and I felt so bored and tired after having a long, lonely day. I called one of my maids immediately as the sun was setting and informed her to get dressed in her best outfit and prepare to walk out with me around the pack. Maybe we could have some fun.

My maid got dressed a few minutes later and came back to notify me. I was surprised to see her looking so perfect in the outfit.

"Wow, you're looking so beautiful," I said excitedly to her.

The maid felt excited to hear the compliment and couldn't hide her feelings.

"Thanks to you, my princess. Your beauty is nothing compared to mine," she responded.

I felt a bit flustered at the maid's comment, but I also felt really sad as memories of the past flashed into my head. Her comment reminded me of my father, the late alpha, the most powerful in the pack. His name echoed in my brain, and I remembered how memorable he was. My father would say to me, "You'll become Luna someday, my princess."

He was a great king, passionate and determined. He died on the battlefield with his body torn by the enemy's blade. He left me when I was a kid, but I can't say much about him. He was brave and scared of nothing, leading all the packs with loyalty. His name shouldn't be forgotten in the history of the land. But what does a great warrior like him gain in return? A warrior who died for the stability of the pack, but no one honors him. His name was erased shortly after the new alpha came, and all his glory was denied.

My dad remains my hero, and I promised to honor his death, even if it takes a long time. I promised myself to take back what's rightfully mine to honor his death. I could remember his corpse being brought home from the battlefield headlessly. I screamed out loudly and found myself lost in tears. My mom fainted as the news of his death reached her and she woke up three days later but ended up dying of blood pressure after a week of my father's death.

Since then, I have remained an orphan, and no one cares for me. I was kidnapped a few days later by the Nightshadow Assassins. I joined the Assassins group and was raised like one of them. Some years later, I went back to my pack after I was all ready. Since then, I promised myself to take what's rightfully mine, even if it's going to take years.

I felt a deep loss, and my maid could easily see it in my eyes. "Is everything alright?" asked the maid.

I became sensitive and came back from my deep thoughts. "Everything is okay, Kate. It's just that you remind me of someone," I responded.

Kate felt lost and regretful for having mentioned anything that could have made me sad.

"I'm deeply sorry, my lord, if I have provoked you," Kate said.

"It's alright. You have done nothing wrong," I responded.

I set out immediately and began walking around the pack with my maid, and we kept moving on until we got to the market. At the market, I saw a small gathering of people. I quickly came closer to them to check what was going on.

There, I saw a historian standing on a flat table surrounded by a few people.

"Today, I would love to narrate a story about a powerless alpha and her queen," said the historian.

The people around him, the Storian, felt excited and happy to hear what the historian was about to say.

"Before I can proceed with my story, every one of you has to pay," the historian continued.

Everyone at the scene began to look at each other's faces, and some of them brought out some money to donate to the story. I stepped forward and moved closer to the storyteller, and my maid stepped beside me. I scanned all the money on the table donated by the story listeners and guessed the total amount, though I wasn't sure about the actual amount. I stepped two shoes forward to him and then said, "I'm ready to pay you ten times your payment if your story catches my interest."

The historian felt excited and honored me with an official seat. He ordered everyone to calm down, then he started his story in detail.

"Once upon a time, in a pack, there lived a king who was so powerful, fearless, and handsome. Indeed, the king was the best, but this king lacked just one thing," the historian narrated, and everyone became lost, wondering what the king lacked. Everyone continued arguing and bickering. After a lot of murmuring, the historian continued, and everyone kept silent and listened patiently to hear what he said.

The historian stared at some people's faces suspiciously, then continued. "Don't stress yourselves so much. None of you got it right. The king lacks…?" the historian said delightedly and then paused for a moment. Everyone became suspicious and wondered what he would say next. The historian continued.

"The king lacks something so precious," the historian explained.

Everyone was left suspicious. "What does the king lack specifically?" the crowd questioned.

The historian looked horrified and bowed his head. He put his hand close to his mouth and then whispered to the crowd.

"The king lacks a queen," the historian lamented.

Everyone felt surprised and wanted to know why.

"Why does a powerful king lack a wife? Is he without a mate, or doesn't he have a mate?" asked one of the listeners.

"Well," the historian continued. "The king is powerful and has everything under his control except selecting his mate. The king can't just select his mate himself unless the elders have chosen for him," the historian explained.

Everyone felt surprised, wondering how a king could not select his mate himself, and the scene became noisy immediately.

After some minutes of noise, the historian concluded by rounding up his story. "Join me soon to enjoy the second phase of the story," the historian concluded, and he came down from the table he lay on.

I found his story so interesting and suspiciously believed that his story was nothing but a true story. I followed the historian secretly immediately to track him and questioned him about his story source.