Alpha’s Obsession, Luna’s Revenge:

Mark Donnell's POV

My life was pretty much awful in the dark cell. I was expecting my dad, Alpha King William Wolf to respond positively after watching my video clip, where I cursed my mate.

I thought if I abused my mate, my dad would be happy. But then you never know my dad. He was equally capable of just the opposite. He may have found my behavior peculiar.

When the guard loyal to me was whisked away, I was almost certain that my dad had seen the video clip where I was shouting at the guard.

Also, they must be snooping over the guard who appeared to be loyal to me.

I thought the unfortunate guard was punished.

And then I began waiting for them to take me out with dignity and honor.

I wasn't sure what kind of treatment was I going to get in case my dad summoned me.

He could either say, "I am proud of you my Son," if my acting was convincing to him. Alternatively, I wouldn't have been surprised, if after summoning me he would have said to his servant, "Get the hell out of him, and find out his real inclination. I can't trust him."

And then in the night, what happened was beyond my expectations.

Some of the Royal guards entered my cell with the torch in the darkness. They covered my face forcefully and carried me away violently.

It didn't take me too much time to analyze the manner in which I was hauled.

It was a signature statement from my dad.

As I have already said, he had a violent manner of giving orders and commands and his servants executed those orders and commands in the same violent manner.

It was not in a dignified way that they hauled me out of the cell. They did not speak a word but their action was violent.

Since they did not treat me in a dignified way, I was sure they were serving the orders of my dad.

I was already trembling in fear thinking what kind of questions was he going to ask of me or what kind of ordeal awaited me.

I don't know where they eventually brought me. They had me blindfolded.

I was trembling in fear. This was my dad's way of eliminating his enemies.

If he ordered that someone had to be executed, they were frisked violently and blindfolded before being hauled to the distant forest and executed.

I tried every way I could to find out the location where I was being hauled to.

We wolves are pretty good at smelling. Those with a superior degree of sensitivity for smell could pinpoint the exact location.

Each place due to its flora fauna and habitat has a unique smell.

Some smart werewolves are good at smelling and pinpointing locations.

My dad has made the use of smell to his huge disadvantage. He has the entire police force of male and female wolves who are excellent at smelling.

Every few months, my dad held smelling competitions throughout the territory in schools and other institutions to select those with superlative smelling abilities.

It was this advantage we had in the Northern Territory that my dad could decimate the unprepared forces of the Southern territory.

I was also well-trained in smelling to a superlative degree.

I was well aware of the scent of my dad. I could not smell him anywhere within 2 miles of me.

Did it mean, I was not being taken to him? Did it mean, he had commanded his generals to kill me? The very thought made me tremble in fear. It was not expected of me to show my fear. I was an Alpha King before this bad time. I had to conduct myself regally and not demonstrate my fear.

"Where are you taking me through this dense forest?" I asked politely.

"Shhhhh! Keep Quiet, Alpha Sir," a cop whispered.

I guessed three things about the entire situation. If my dad had ordered me to be frisked away, he had also instructed his minions to address me with respect.

The second thing I guessed was that this operation was being conducted in secrecy. I thought because no one was speaking and secondly they requested me to keep quiet.

The third thing I guessed was that my dad either wanted to haul me away from the cell to some other unknown location. He did not want to meet me at the royal palace.

I tried to smell the men who were hauling me. From their smell, I could guess they were cops. The cops generally reek of a strong and violent smell even when they are commanded to show respect to someone. There is a limit to suppressing their original smell.

It is possible that my dad wanted to confine me to some remote location. I wanted to find out why were they carrying me to a distant location and whether they would kill me.

I was using not just smell but all other senses to pinpoint the location I was at.

While walking blindfolded with the cops, I could guess there were dry leaves on the rough terrain I was walking through.

It was the indication of a deciduous forest.

This forest is towards the South of our Kingdom. Yes, this forest is thorny and bushy. If it is the same forest, then I remember a fierce battle with the Southern Territory had taken place once leading to blood bath.

We suffered a heavy casualty at the time and the enemy had captured a portion of this region.

I wondered, why my dad was taking me closer to the enemy's territory. Did he have a secret base there? Did he want me to organize our forces for yet another attack on the enemy's territory? I was clueless.

I now guessed that the cop had asked me not to make noise because we were closer to the enemy's territory.

Finally, we reached the destination.

I was still blindfolded. They did not allow me to open the blindfold. They still had my hands tied.

They took me somewhere inside the underground bunker. I guessed it because we had to step down several stairs from the ground level.

Finally, I was made to sit comfortably. They opened my tied up hands but didn't open my eyes.

 And can you believe what I saw, when they opened my eyes...…