Moonlight lovers, bonded by fate

Chapter 9

Henry arrived at the refugee house. He knew his mother would be angry with him if she found out that he went to see the new foreigner, but he wanted to see Camila. He wanted to ask her some questions.

Parking his spotless car at the front of the refugee house, which was at least 100 meters away from the Alpha's house, Henry stepped out and walked into the building. The building was enormous, and the head guard immediately approached him and greeted him, "Alpha."

"I am here because of the last new foreigners that were brought in this week," Alpha Henry said, his dark face void of any emotion.

"Forgive me, Alpha, but who among them do you want to see? Do you want to see all of them?" the head guard asked, trying to determine if he should summon all five of the new foreigners who had recently been captured.

"No, just the pregnant one... Camila White, I think that's her name. Bring her to me; I will be in the questioning room waiting," Henry said as he walked away, making his way to the imposing house used for questioning and torturing new foreigners, especially those who proved too stubborn to work as slaves in the pack house.

It was already midnight. Henry hadn’t worn any coat, and he could feel the cold wind hitting his cool, dark skin as he entered the hall of the questioning house. He unlocked a room door and waited for the guard to arrive with Camila.

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Camila was still awake; she wasn’t feeling sleepy as she kept staring out through the window, despite sitting on the floor with the white towel that she was still holding.

She didn’t feel like sleeping and was lost in thoughts about who had gotten her pregnant. Who had taken her innocence, especially knowing that she was the Alpha’s daughter and that her father would punish her?

The worst part was that she could not remember anything that had happened. She had lost the memory of it. If she had been ráped, she had been questioning Ivy, her wolf, to see if Ivy could remember who the man was that had slept with her.

Ivy had also passed out along with her, which made it difficult to recall anything.

Camila wondered when she would be free again—to walk the surface of the earth freely and not be bound to another pack as a slave.

"When will I be free to leave here? How will I escape from this pack? They are so mean and brutal, holding so many werewolves hostage as their slaves?"

Camila spoke to herself, and just as she stood up to see if there were any chances of escaping the Western Wood Pack’s territory, she heard footsteps approaching and looked back.

Two hefty guards stood at the door. They unlocked it and walked into the room, while the two female wolves remained fast asleep on the beds.

"You will have to come with us; Alpha Henry wants to interrogate you," the first guard said, aware that Luna Ruth had warned them not to take advantage of Camila.

They had come as two guards to see if Camila would protest against following them; if so, they would force her outside. However, she complied and followed them silently.

Camila was nervous; she hadn’t thought that Henry would come back to see her. She silently followed the two guards outside the magnificent house, wondering where they were taking her, still clad in her blue gown.

They approached the second big house, and Camila wondered what it was used for, as the entire area looked neat and she hadn’t seen any other foreigner step outside since they were led out from the refugee house to visit the Alpha’s mansion that morning.

Camila thought, "Maybe that’s where they store all the leftover foodstuff that they give us."

She sighed and followed the guards as they stopped at the front of the enormous house, opened the door, and walked inside with her.

Camila gasped. "Ah!"

Inside, she could see whips and different types of torturing tools, and fear gripped her immediately, fearing they hadn’t brought her into the hall to punish her or possibly even kill her.

Her legs refused to move, and she stood rooted at the door.

"Move, young lady!" one of the guards behind her ordered, trying to push her forward, but Camila refused. She wanted to run away but knew that would only lead her into more danger.

She knew that she was truly pregnant, so why had they brought her into this torturing room?

"Don't make me push you by force; move now!" the guard warned her, but seeing that she refused to budge, he attempted to push her again. However, Camila pushed him away first and tried to run out, but more guards caught her outside and pulled her back into the house.

"Let me go! Someone help!" Camila screamed at the top of her lungs. She knew she was strong and could defeat all the werewolf guards holding her, but she was scared.

What if they wanted to kill her and cut off her head to send it to her father, to show their bitterness toward him?

Camila knew that many other packs hated her father. They resented his strictness and insistence on discipline in the Eastern Wood Pack.

"I am not the Alpha’s daughter; let me go! I am innocent; I am not lying!" Camila cried out, but then she saw Henry step into the hall, glaring at her.

Camila hadn't seen that angry look on Henry's face before that morning. The sight of Alpha Henry’s anger sent fear to her bones, but she heard him say, "Release her."

"Okay, Alpha," the two guards immediately replied, releasing Camila's hands, as no one dared to question or oppose the Alpha's order.

Henry scrutinized Camila with his cold, intense gaze. She quickly bowed her pretty head to avoid his stare. Although she knew that Henry might have a soft spot for her, she felt somewhat calmer seeing him in the strange house with her.

"You all can leave us alone; I won't be here for long," Henry dismissed the four guards who stood beside the door staring at him and Camila.

"Okay, Alpha," the four guards replied and left without questioning or showing concern.

They knew that Camila was harmless. Although she could transform into her wolf form, that didn’t mean she would attack Henry.

Henry was also an Alpha, born with the royal blood of the Western Wood Packs flowing through his veins.

Camila stood silently. She could feel Henry's gaze on her. The way he watched her made her feel uncomfortable, like he was stripping her náked. She sensed he might be up to something mischievous, but a part of her told her that he was friendly.

Ivy spoke, "He smells nice."

Camila hadn’t noticed that before—Henry had a lovely scent. Her adrenaline was pumping, and she felt high alert, still nervously contemplating running away, especially seeing how scary the room was.

At first, Camila had wondered where the guards usually flogged the defaulters, but now seeing the torture room, she realized she had to be very careful living in the Western Wood Pack if she hoped to remain alive and eventually return home to her mother.

Henry continued to stare at Camila in silence. After a while, he ordered, "Come here. Sit."

There was a wooden chair in the room, and Camila forced her legs to move.

As she neared the chair, she saw some fallen ropes lying around it, resembling straps. She knew those ropes were used to tie defaulters to the chair for torture.

But Ivy kept urging her, "He won’t hurt you; don’t be scared. Go."

Henry watched as Camila obeyed his command and walked closer to him. He inhaled her sweet scent, making him hard, but he quickly pushed those thoughts away, focusing on questioning her.

Camila nervously sat down on the chair while Henry walked around her in circles.

He stopped behind her and asked, "Did you have a mate before coming here? Were you mated to someone else?"

Henry studied the nape of Camila's neck, his yellow eyes examining her carefully. She wasn’t marked, so how could she be pregnant? Did her mate mark her somewhere that wasn’t visible?

"She's very beautiful," Matt whispered to him, but Henry quickly pushed his wolf back to the innermost part of his mind.

He heard Camila speak, "I met my mate while I was celebrating my 18th birthday at the hotel where my friends took me. But I cannot remember what happened after my best friend gave me something to drink. I don’t know how I got pregnant."