Bound By Moonlight to My Mates (by Sofange Daye) novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Alpha Ronan

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I approach the rundown house on the outskirts of Blackthorn territory, and I feel ashamed. My little mate was right, her father was once respected within our pack, and when he died, we forgot his family had existed. I am not here to apologize. What is done is done. I am only here to make sure she doesn’t leave. I can’t explain it, but even though I have rejected her, I need her to stay within the Blackthorn Pack.

Charlotte’s mother, Bridgette, is sitting on the front porch with a bottle of liquor in one hand and a cigarette in the other. I wrinkle my nose at her sour scent. It is the scent of a werewolf whose wolf has abandoned them. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it can be painful and devastating for both. I wonder how long she has been wolf–less. Then I shrug the concern from my mind. She is not the reason I am here.

Bridgette doesn’t seem to hear me approaching, but that is not surprising; she is wailing loudly on the front step. I clear my throat, trying to pull her out of whatever hysteria she is in, but it only causes her to cry louder.

“Shut up.” I growl.

Her eyes snap up to mine, and she quickly wipes her tears from her cheeks. “Alpha Ronan,” she attempts to purr seductively. I don’t bother to disguise the shudder of disgust that rolls over my body.

“I am here for your daughter.”

She starts to sob again, but I get the feeling these tears aren’t for her daughter. “She left me alone to fend for myself. Now I will have no money. How will I support myself?”

Bridgette looks up at me hopefully. I can only assume that she expects me to care for her. I roll my eyes. She must have forgotten who she is dealing with.

I step away from her outstretched hand. “You are her mother,” I try to reason what she is saying. “You should have been the one supporting her.”

“I am grieving,” she shouts at me.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and attempt to keep my temper in check. Even though I do not care about Charlotte, I am still finding this situation unbearable. “How long has Charlotte been working to support you?”

“Seven years,” she stumbles over the words.

I belt out a roar, and it causes her to finally shut up. “She has been supporting you since she was fifteen?”

“Fourteen,” she corrects me before realizing her mistake.

“Did you not care about her education?” I snap at her.

“She is a burden,” her mother shouts. “I do not care for a child that was not mine.”

At this point, I am pacing back and forth on the front lawn. My shoe slips against something, and I look down to see a pile of photos on the ground. I pick them up, and bile rises in my throat. I flip over one of the pictures. In sloppy print, “I am watching” is written. Someone was stalking my mate. But why? She is nothing.

“What do you mean she was not your child?” I snarl slowly.

Charlotte’s mother’s green eyes widen in fear. She shakes her head back and forth, refusing to speak. Tucking the pictures into my pocket, I eat up the ground between us, my hand instinctively wraps around her throat, and my claws puncture her skin.

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Chapter 6

“I will not ask again,” I warn her.

Her fingers claw at my hand as she tries to break free. “Please,” she manages to beg.

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I drop her to the ground, and she gasps dramatically for air. I give her only a moment before I nudge her with my foot.

“Where did Charlotte come from?”

She looks up at me from the ground. Fear has flooded her eyes, and she shakes her head violently from side to side. “I have been bound by an oath to keep it a secret.”

I stand over her, and she cowers in fear, but it doesn’t make her spill the secrets she is keeping about my now–rejected mate. I shouldn’t care. I rejected her, and she has clearly already fled from my pack. Still, there is an intense urge to know her and where she came from.

“Who bound you?”

The fear bleeds from her eyes, and it is replaced by humor, almost like she has been possessed. “An ancient one.”

The words that leave her mouth are not her own. I don’t believe they are of her wolf either. No, these words belong to the creature who bound her with unspeakable magic. She is telling me the truth, but that doesn’t mean I will let her go. She will suffer for how she treated my mate.

I grab a fistful of her red hair and drag her toward my waiting car. She screams and wails, trying to break free, but she is only making matters worse for herself. Once I find someone to break this fucking oath, she will tell me everything she knows, and then I will sentence her to death.

I toss her in the backseat, and she attempts to make herself as small as possible. Still, the look of amusement doesn’t leave her face.

“You were her mate,” she almost chuckles. “And you rejected her.”

My car’s engine roars to life, and I speed down the road, attempting to drown out her laughter.

I pull up to the pack and rip Charlotte’s mother from the back seat. I toss her to the waiting guards. “Throw in the cells.”

They look down at the hysterical woman, but do not question my orders. Unlike with me, she goes with them willingly. It is as if something has snapped within her, and she is broken. It doesn’t matter. I doubt Charlotte would miss her abusive mother.

Once inside the pack house, I hunt down my Beta, Isaac. He will find Charlotte for me and bring her back to the Blackthorn pack. I don’t care if he has to do it while she is kicking and screaming; she will return. I can admit when I was wrong, which isn’t often, but rejecting Charlotte Dravon might have been the biggest mistake of my life.