Into the Alpha’s Keep Chapter 50: 49

POV Fenrir Dăneşti

"She’s the mate of an alpha, she has to be present at the parties if you’re coming. She needs to be by his side, as the elders declared at the dinner a few moons ago." He took a step closer. "It’s her right, Fenrir. If you don’t invite her, I’ll do it, as it’s the right thing to do."

I would kill him.

Jax placed his hand on my shoulder and pulled me back, distancing me from Konrad.

"Go to your female, Fenrir. I don’t feel her scent so strongly on her. Any male can and will approach her, not knowing who she belongs to," he advised, trying to calm the chaos that was growing insidiously inside me.

I waited, focusing on the beat of my quickened heart. I needed to calm down, or I would rip his head off in the middle of the party, not thinking about the consequences.

I took a step, then another, and another, pulling my body away from him.

Jax scratched his throat.

"I think you need to go to her," he commented, looking in the direction where Savannah was.

My eyes turned to the she-wolf, and I couldn’t control myself any longer, losing the little bit of sense I had left when I saw the bastard with his hands on her waist, while she smiled, having fun, laughing, and provoking me.

In the blink of an eye, I was in front of them.

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POV Savannah Bowen

The party was in a deeper area, inside the Elder's castle, on the opposite side from the dining hall I had been led to days before.

It was unlike anything I had ever seen. In the Twilight pack, the parties were held outside, around large bonfires that were lit when the sun disappeared. The people gathered to drink and have fun, though the females were completely disrespected by the males.

The party their people attended, however, was as Alexandra had told me—an orgy. The flickering candlelight barely illuminated the room, casting a golden glow around the people. Shadows rose on the floor like dark cloaks. The scent of sex, alcohol, and wolves permeated the air. If I focused on the sounds, I could hear moans coming from the corridors on both sides.

I felt a bit of shame. My father barely let me go to the bonfire party, let alone attend a place like this, fueled by sex. He would kill me—he'd rise from the grave just for that.

To hell with him, it wasn’t the time to think about that, but to focus on clearing my mind and getting revenge on Fenrir.

The doors were opened for me by servants wearing dark robes that covered their faces. They didn’t say anything when they saw me, as if they didn’t recognize me, but only allowed me to enter once I handed them the bundle of herbs.

My chest eased, and I spotted Fenrir leaning against the bar, sipping some whiskey next to Jax. Though there were no females around them, many watched, waiting for the right moment to approach.

I recognized a few faces from the Dăneşti pack, members who had bumped into me at some point. I also recognized the alphas present at that dinner, remembering their names.

Marilyn wasn’t with Fenrir, but she kept her gaze fixed on him, waiting for him.

Anger spread through my blood as the image of her on Fenrir's lap filled my mind. The hatred I had for them was almost palpable.

I straightened up, focusing on having fun and clearing my mind. That was what I wanted, and that was what I would do.

I felt the moment an omega approached me, smiling and analyzing me from head to toe.

“Is this your first time at the party?” he asked, rubbing his square jaw.

I nodded.

“Is it that obvious?”

He widened his smile, making his greenish eyes sparkle.

“A bit,” he confessed. “You’re looking at everything with curiosity and... surprise. I was like that on my first time too.”

“Have you been here many times?”

He looked around.

“This is my third time. I think, as long as I’m a single omega and of age to mate, I’ll keep getting invitations.” He took a step, letting his arms fall to his sides. “And you, which pack do you belong to?”

I thought about withholding the information, changing the subject, but it was so... trivial. A normal conversation, no hidden agendas. If my life weren’t so messed up, this wouldn’t scare me.

I lifted my face, glancing over his shoulder. Fenrir was alarmed, scanning the place. I dodged, hiding behind the large body of the male in front of me.

"Dăneşti, and you?" I gave in to the urge to tell the truth, not worrying too much about the future or what might happen with the information I shared.

"Vanóia. We’re close to each other."

I gasped, nodding, although I had no idea which packs bordered Dăneşti.

“What’s your name?”

“Bogdan, and yours?”

“Sava.”

It wasn’t a lie, it was my nickname, so it was part of the truth.

He took another step. He was so close now that I could distinguish the honey-colored specks in his brown eyes.

“Then, Sava,” he murmured, testing my name on his tongue. “What brings you here? Fun? Looking for true love? Or just curiosity?”

I stood on tiptoe and glimpsed Fenrir. His eyes met mine, and I couldn’t help but curl my lips into a sharp smile. I stepped to the side, allowing him to see my daring outfit.

It was as if Nicoleta knew I would need to wear something like this one day, because it was the most indecent dress I had ever seen.

I felt the tension radiating from Fenrir, from where I stood. The gold illuminated his eyes, spreading across his irises. The fact that he was furious, confused, and irritated only made me happier and more excited.

“Fun,” I replied, smiling at him.

He raised an eyebrow.

“That’s interesting.”

“Is it? And why?”

“Because I’m looking for the same thing.”

He was very direct.

I watched him more closely, admiring him. Pale skin, dark hair, brown eyes, but with some honey-colored specks. He looked young, around my age, but being a lupine, he could be hundreds of years old and still look no older than thirty. And he smelled good, like eucalyptus.

Bogdan was a bit bold, placing his hands on my waist and pulling me toward him.

“What do you say?” he asked, rubbing his tongue over his dry lips. “How about having some fun with me?”

I hesitated.

My wolf didn’t seem very... convinced by that. She was quiet, watching, but I could feel her hesitation and a bit of anger at having another male’s hands on me. She might hate Fenrir with all her strength, but it was still him she wanted.

“I... I...” I stammered, unable to finish the sentence.

“I promise I won’t insist if you don’t want to at this moment. We can go to the bar, have a drink, talk, get to know each other better, and then hope we meet again another time.”

God, how were they so different from the males in my father’s pack? They would never have given me the chance to choose. The male would’ve dragged me to a corner and raped me. And no one, absolutely no one, would’ve done anything about it.

I opened my mouth to speak but remained silent.

Bogdan shuddered, his eyes widening. His body trembled. The metallic smell filled the air. He coughed, spitting blood from his mouth. I blinked, confused, trying to understand what had happened.

The hands on my waist loosened. He looked down at his chest. I followed his gaze, gasping, and moved away when I saw a hand with elongated nails piercing his chest, holding his heart outside his body.

The strangled scream got stuck in my throat. I placed my hands over my mouth, swallowing the bile.

Fenrir stood up behind him, his golden eyes fixed on me. Then he pulled the hand that had pierced Bogdan’s back, still holding his heart. The male collapsed to the side, dead.

There was nothing left between the Dăneşti leader and me. His arm, covered in blood up to his elbow and with his fingers dripping red, was raised, holding the vital organ in his palm right in front of me.

I felt my wolf bristle, proud of the male who had killed for us, showing his dominance and claim before everyone. While I stood silent, utterly horrified.

My animal side was insane. As insane as Fenrir. Both perfect for each other.

I noticed the silence rising around us.

My lips parted in a noisy breath.

“What the hell did you do?” Konrad shouted, grabbing the sides of his head, looking between Fenrir and Bogdan’s lifeless body, sprawled on the ground.

A pool of red stained the floor, spreading as the liquid poured from the hole in the center of the wolf’s chest.

Fenrir didn’t answer Alpha Mihai; he simply wielded an absurd amount of strength in his arm and threw the heart at him. The organ hit Konrad’s chest, snapping and staining his clothes before hitting the floor.

My body swayed back.

Was he crazy?