Moonlight lovers, bonded by fate

Chapter 10

Henry was silent after he heard that, meaning he was right. She was already mated to someone, but hearing that she had been drugged made him feel somewhat bad. However, he knew that he couldn't trust a stranger, especially not the daughter of another pack's Alpha. She could be an informant, looking to ruin their pack and come after him.

"Hmm. Being the Alpha's daughter of the Eastern Wood Pack, you should have been aware that you cannot just trust people easily, except for your family. There are many envious werewolves looking for the opportunity to tear you down and your family apart so they can seize the Alpha title," Henry said.

"Mm," Camila felt tears welling in her eyes as she heard what Henry said, as that was her father's most important lesson for her—not to let her guard down.

But she failed. She failed the moment she saw her mate. Her brain stopped functioning; her stomach filled with butterflies, and all she could think about was her mate.

Now she had an epic flashback, remembering what happened after drinking the wine. She recalled kissing Andre Mason, her mate, but she didn't have any memory of him mating with her.

It was just her first kiss, yet she was only recalling it now.

"No!" Camila shook her head as the memory washed over her. She refused to accept that Andre would take advantage of her innocence.

Andre was Beta Ronald's son, and he knew that her father would punish her or banish her if she got pregnant out of wedlock.

Camila also knew that her father liked Andre Mason. Andre was hardworking, and her father had hoped that the moon goddess would unite her and Andre as mates to rule their packs together.

Tears poured from Camila's eyes like a tap as she couldn't accept that Andre would be a backstabber, leading her to be banished.

"Andre would never touch me," Camila blurted out, forgetting that Henry was still in front of her and questioning her in the hall.

"Who is Andre? Your mate?" Henry asked, stepping closer to Camila.

His yellow eyes burned red as they locked onto hers.

Camila couldn't understand the look in Henry's eyes. He looked very angry. She gulped and couldn't respond with a "yes," instead shaking her head to indicate "no."

Henry gripped her chin, pressing her jaw gently but firmly. Camila was supposed to be afraid of him; after all, his sharp claws could snap her head off at any moment. Yet, she felt differently.

She felt sparks around her cheeks, and the warmth in her core mirrored the feeling she had the day she met Andre.

"Why am I reacting this way to him?" Camila asked herself as her lips parted to speak but no words came out.

Henry was losing it. He wanted to torture Camila to extract the truth from her, but he was also attracted to her, and he didn’t want to be the next man to take advantage of her.

She was too beautiful, and it seemed like she didn’t even know it.

With her fair, white skin, Henry finally released Camila's jaw and stepped away from her, feeling hot and flustered. He walked towards the exit door of the torturing house.

He stopped and said, "Tomorrow, you will be summoned to work in our Alpha's mansion and serve my sister as her personal maid. This way, we can keep a close eye on you... until we are sure you're not dangerous or an informant sent here to attack our pack. Then, you will gain your freedom."

Henry told Camila without looking back at her, before finally walking away and exiting the torturing room.

Camila let out a sigh of relief as she remained seated on the brown wooden chair after Henry left. She dipped her right hand into her womanly region, unable to believe that her body was reacting differently to him as well.

"Is he my second chance mate too? How many mates am I fated to have?" Camila pondered. But just then, the door leading into the torturing hall pushed open and two muscular black guards stepped inside.

"Come out now!" they ordered Camila. Nervously, she stood up and walked towards them.

Camila was taken back to the room she was sharing with the two other inmates.

They were now awake, even though it wasn’t yet morning. The two ladies watched Camila as she walked back into the room, while the guards shut the door and locked it behind them.

Camila was no longer scared. After feeling her body react that way to Henry, the Alpha's son, her face was burning red as the room light flickered on, the white bulb shining brightly.

"Why are you smiling like an i***t? I can’t believe that the Alpha's daughter of the Eastern Wood Pack is this loose, lusting after a mere guard!" one of the two ladies spat, and Camila looked at the lady in surprise as she snapped out of her trance.

"Honestly, the Eastern Wood Pack is indeed cursed. Only the moon goddess knows what will happen next when the Alpha doesn’t have a successor. I’m sure another Alpha will take over the Eastern Wood Pack, and hopefully we will be released and asked to return home," the second lady muttered hopefully.

"I cannot wait for that day to arrive. I hope that someone kills Alpha Jackson White soon, so that we can get our freedom. Ah!!"

Camila didn’t know when she sprang up from the floor, but the next moment she was strangling the neck of the lady who had spoken so ill of her father.

She had been quiet, watching the guards toss her around, but it seemed they had forgotten that she wasn’t a weakling of low strength in the Eastern Wood Pack.

She was still the Alpha’s daughter, and even though her father had banished her, that didn’t mean her power had diminished or that she was now an Omega.

"Help! Guard!" the second lady screamed in horror as she saw Camila so close to killing her friend.

They had completely forgotten that Camila still had the Alpha's blood flowing through her veins. They hadn’t expected her to react violently upon hearing someone blaspheme about her father or wish for his death.

Camila’s sharp claws dug into the lady's neck, and her blue eyes glowed fiercely. She was on the verge of snapping the lady’s head off, but two guards rushed into the room, gasping in horror at the scene before them.

They quickly rushed to Camila and tried their best to pull her away, handcuffing her hands. The cold metal weakened her energy, and her fingers loosened their grip around the lady's neck.

The lady’s neck was bleeding heavily, and she passed out as soon as Camila's right hand loosened around her throat.

"She killed my friend! She’s a rogue!" the second lady screamed, pointing at Camila, trembling at the sight of her friend's lifeless body.

Two more guards rushed into the room, shaking the lady's body, but she was not dead yet. They quickly rushed her out to the refugee clinic.

If the guards hadn’t interfered in time, Camila could have killed both ladies who dared to speak vilely about her father.

She could understand their anger, but wishing her father dead in her presence was the height of their disrespect. They were supposed to have repented, regardless of their hatred for him.

The two guards dragged Camila outside, taking her back to the torturing house and locking her away separately.

Camila was left alone in a dark room. It was still night, and she knew she would face severe punishment the following morning.

The cold metal of the handcuffs weakened her power, and she curled into a ball in the corner of the cold room while sitting on the floor.

Soon her eyes shut, and she fell asleep, resting her head against the wall as the iron straps around her wrists caused her to drift into a deep slumber.