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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED
LUCIAN'S P.O.V
The forest was quiet all night as I moved through the darkness. I kept low and moved slowly, not letting my body make any sound that might alert the wrong group of my presence. I was almost close to the pack, having just crossed the pack boundary. The closer I got to the pack, the more reckless I tried to make myself look, it was all on purpose. To draw him out. It was time, I noted to myself, seeing that I was just a few miles from the pack. I began to let my boots crunch loudly on the ground, crunching leaves and I walked by. I even unmasked my scent and let it spread out. I wanted them to find me, and what better and faster way to do it than letting them catch my scent.
I knew they would take the bait.
My worn out jacket was half torn, there was a cut on my body that I staged by hitting my head against a tree, hard. It hurt, like hell. Every movement I made screamed exhaustion, vulnerability and weakness.
"This is for my pack, my people and my mate." I gritted out fiercely while staring ahead.
By now, I'm sure Aurora is already wondering where I am. I just hope Kieran did what I asked him to do and did not tell her anything. Let her be in the dark for a while. It's for her own good. Though I know that after this, I'm going to hear it from her. But I don't mind, let's just be done with Desmond once and for all.
I reached the ridge overlooking the outer patrol trail and knelt down. From this vantage point, I could see Desmond's black-cloaked guards shifting positions. There were exactly six of them, not much if you asked me.
My wolf's voice suddenly echoed in my head.
'This is insane. You want them to catch you and then take you away? Did you ask me about what I think and what our mate would think?'
I felt guilty at the mention of Aurora but I hardened my heart and shrugged.
"There was no time you ask you. They won't expect an ambush or attack if they think I'm already broken inside."
I crouched a bit lower. My hand brushed the dagger strapped to my ankle, but then I hesitated. Do I really need it now? I don't think so. At least not yet.
I heard the snapping of a branch by my left, from my peripheral vision, I saw that two guards were approaching, their hands steady on they're guns.
Showtime.
I stood up, hurriedly on purpose and stumbled out from the trees, coughing and pretending to catch myself against a large boulder then I let out a loud groan.
"Hey!" One of the guards shouted.
I blinked slowly, a bit dazed.
"Wait...no...I'm not...I...I...actually..." I stammered, it was very convincing.
The other one boomed out immediately he saw my face.
"It's him! The bastard the boss is looking for."
The guards wasted no time. One tackled me to the ground, jammjng a silver colar around my neck. Did they have that on them the whole while? I gritted my teeth as it burned into my skin. Goddess! It hurt like hell. But it worked.
"Looks like we finally caught the trouble maker huh? He's such a lost wolf right now." One of them sneezed while hitting my head with the butt of his gun.
I didn't resist. I kept my head down, breathing hard, wheezing like as if I needed air badly. But inside I was counting the time, keeping track.
"Alpha Desmond will certainly want to see him. The lost son or should I say ex-son." One muttered, kicking me in the side for good measure. "Let's drag him away."
As they bound my hands behind my back and shoved me forward, I allowed myself one small smirk.
I wasn't walking into the enemy's territory. They were the ones walking right into my plans and into the heart of my plan. And Desmond would never see this coming.
They dragged me all the way to the dungeon. As I passed by with my head still lowered, I could hear whispers and sobs of people as they watched me being dragged off. I wondered if Griffin was among those people and if he knew I was the one here. To save them. They opened a cell and roughly threw me in, I stumbled helplessly while trying to steady my step but still ended up on my butt on the damp floor. The cold, damp air of the dungeon cell hit my face like a slap. It didn't even tame a minute when the sound of doors opening sounded, then I heard heavy footsteps heading towards me.
Though the silver cuffs were digging into my wrist andy neck was burning from the silver collar, I could care less because he was here. Right in front of me, stood an already healed and proud Desmond. The man I had once called father stood before me with his arms crossed and a satisfied grin on his face. He looked like he was enjoying a long awaited victory.
Desmond studied me a moment longer, clearly disappointed at the lack of fear.
"Well, well...the great Lucian. Future alpha of the pack. My son. Finally in chains." He sneered, circling me slowly. "You ran, you fought, you his. But you are na here. In my dungeon. Powerless."
I kept my face blank, my breathing even. The searing pain in my arms and neck was nothing compared to the weight of what was at stake. Our freedom. He moved in closer, lowering his voice to a whisper, his red eyes staring into mine.
"Do you know how long I've waited for this? You're going to rot here. And after I'm done with you, I'll finally get her. Your mate."
I clenched my jaw but didn't respond to him. Not yet. Nothing he's saying is going to happen.
He studied me a moment longer, clicking his tongue, clearly disappointed at the lack of fear I showed.
"No smart remarks? No nole speech of how you're going to kill me and stop me from doing whatever I want?" He shook his head. "No matter. When you're screaming for mercy, we'll see how long that pride and indifference of yours can last."
Then he turned, opened the doors but stopped again. Without turning his back to me, he said.
"Oh yes, before I forget." His voice became tight, he clenched his hands, the sound of his knuckles cracking echoed in the cell. "I know you killed my son. So get ready for you to lose someone precious to you."
Then he left, the heavy dungeon door slamming shut behind him with a deafening thud.