The Alpha Of The Shadow Pack And His Mute Luna (by Beatrice Putnam) novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Alfreds POV

Veronica was begging for her life. The sentence for striking a Luna or an Alpha was death. There were exceptions to that when you were training with the alpha or Luna or challenging them to a duel, which often ended in death. It happens very rarely because the challenger wants to take their position in the pack. Most alphas will not let the Luna fight. They usually take their place in a battle like that. I was not going to let Veronica challenge her.

I could tell by the look on Venassa’s face that she did not want to allow her to be put to

death. She suggested imprisonment or whipping. I would let it. This should teach her not to strike the Luna again. I agreed to have her imprisoned and forty lashes. Veronica’s mouth dropped open wide. So did Vanessa. I will explain to her why I decided to do both. She needed to know that it was not OK to strike your Luna and that you should obey your alpha.

Veronica, I told you to leave her alone and disobey me.”

You are lucky that the Luna begged for forgiveness for you.

It was true that she begged forgiveness and that she not be put to death. She tried to run out of the room. Vanessa had a lot to learn as a Luna. No one, not even myself, should ever hit her. I would enjoy spanking her bottom, but that is for another time. Right now, I need to get things done. My cock was hard as a rock after thinking about spanking her bottom. I don’t think she knew what she was doing to me. She was a virgin, and that was a turn–on in itself. I could not wait to make love to her and take her virginity.

I had mind–linked Chris to escort Veronica to the dungeon. He knocked on the door in

less than two minutes. He knew he was in trouble because I had ordered him and TJ to watch over her. I wanted to know how she had lost them. I will deal with them later, right now. I needed to comfort my mate. I walked over to the bed and picked her up.

“It’s OK, little one, you are safe now.”

She cried her eyes out. I then needed a shower because I was so sweaty. There was a knock on the door when I came out of the shower. I opened it, and several ladies came in carrying boxes and bags. I had ordered some clothes for her while I was running. She was

like a kid in a candy shop. She held each garment up to herself to see if it would fit. After holding the garments, she picked a t–shirt and jeans outfit today. It was baby blue and blue jeans. I knew it would bring out her eyes and look good on her. She grabbed a pair of silky underwear and went into the bathroom.

When she came out, she looked amazing. The jeans hugged her hips a little low but were a little big. I had got them big because she would put weight on after she ate every day. When her back is completely healed, we will start light workouts to build up her muscles. She has a lot of healing to do. She has to heal physically, mentally, and emotionally. Tomorrow evening, I will start the trials of criminals in jail. Some would be put to death, and her parents are some of them. But I will leave their punishment up to her.

Every day, they ingest silver a little bit at a time. Enough to hurt them but not enough where it burned them while eating it. The doctor figured out the amount that they were giving her. He then carefully made up a vial and gave it to my cook to put in their food. He has been putting it in their food every day. It has been a week since they have been in my jail. It has been a week since my precious Luna has been here. A member of the pack just assaulted her. That will be taken care of. Veronica will be made an example in front of the entire pack.

I do not have the reputation of being cruel for no reason. It helps keep my people in line. I knew that my pack had obeyed orders and followed me. Not only was I cruel, as some would say, but I took care of my pack. If someone needed something, then I took care of it. It was lunchtime now, and I had the cook make some chicken and potatoes for lunch. The potatoes would fatten her up. I did not want her to be fat. I wanted her to have meat on her bones. She was very skinny and unhealthy, but she was beautiful to me. There was a knock on the door, and it was Mac, the cook.

“Here is your lunch boss.”

“Thank You, Mac.”

He then left. Vanessa was sitting on the couch. I dragged the coffee table over and sat our meals down on it. She opened the lid and was shocked to see what was on her plate. It was a small piece of chicken. I had Mac take some chicken off the bone for her. There was a small helping of potatoes and a small helping of peas. Then there was a brownie. There was also milk. The milk was good for calcium and vitamins. Also, while I was out today, I bought some vitamins for her to take.

She started to scoot away and back up.

“What’s wrong, baby.”

She grabbed her dry–erase board and wrote:

Vitamins make my stomach burn,”

I had no idea that was how they were getting the silver in her. They were giving her

“vitamins.” It all makes sense now. It was no wonder that it did not burn her throat and

mouth if it was ingested in her stomach.

“Baby, the vitamins your parents gave you were not vitamins.”

”

They were pills laced with silver.”

These are actual vitamins.”

To prove to her that they were vitamins, I took one. After she saw me take a vitamin, she

took one. I would take one with her every day if needed, so she would take it and not be

afraid. I then went and got her antibiotics. She took those without any issue because the doctor gave her them. I then asked if she was in pain, and she nodded yes. I then gave her a pain pill. She took it, and then we ate our lunch. She took her time eating. She ate slowly and seemed to be savoring every bite. She drinks her milk the same way. I was pleased that she was eating. The more I found out about the abuse, the more upset I got. It was making it hard to concentrate on her beauty.