Chapter 3
“Why the look on your face? Do you know my father? Have you heard an encounter? Thunda! Answer me!” She snarled.
But he found solace in turning his back at her and raised his gaze to the ceiling, his mind boiling, body seething.
“Talk to me!” she snarled.
“It is time to leave my pack,” he beamed, “Let’s go.”
“No!” she snapped, “I am not stepping an inch until you tell me why the name of my father stirred anger in you. What are you hiding from me? Why were you furious and nervous the moment I mentioned his name?”
Just then there was a knock on the door. The guards stepped in and bowed to Thunda.
“My alpha the carriage is ready,” the guards told him, and he gestured at him to go.
“I hope you heard that. Get your stuff you are leaving my pack now,” he grabbed her on the arm. “Let’s go to your pack.”
H dragged her.
“Excuse me. You are hurting me,” she pulled out of his grip, “Why are you doing this? What did my father do to you?” she asked, her eyes tensed with pain and ruin as she swallowed hard.
“You are not going to force me to talk, are you? He yelled at her, “So get your ass into this carriage. We are returning to your pack”
She shivered and lowered her gaze as the carriage began to move.
Graham’s pack was more than a few hundred miles from his pack and while they journeyed, he kept mute, while she kept stealing a glance, trying to initiate a contact.
When she placed her palms on his thighs, he took it off and perched at the edge of the seat, avoiding any form of contact.
“What is eating you up, Thunda?” she asked softly, in tears now, “Did my father offend you any time in your life? Silence is not going to proffer any solution here.”
“Then keep shut! You talk too much!” he snarled.
And she widened her gaze at him.
From their end, they could see the royal pack looming. Thunda had decided to drop her off at the entry and then zoom back to his pack.
So when they rode in, alpha King Graham and his betas were outside , staring and gaping at the entrance, as if they were expecting them.
The carriage came to a screeching halt, and Thunda inflated his cheeks and folded his arms. He could still see his father being slaughtered by Graham and his betas; the vengeance in his heart had thicken so much that he felt like confronting him now.
“Are you coming?” she asked.
He hesitated. “I am going back. Good bye.” Her voice was cold.
She couldn’t believe that. “Excuse me, are you not going to say hi to my father, at least to know him and our pack.”
“Get down!” he snarled, “I want to return to my pack. Be fast about it,
his eyes red and still focused on Graham.
She hesitated, stole a glance at him and tossed her head in utter loss.
When she got down , the betas ran to her and welcome her with a slight bow while king graham gaped, in surprise.
“My daughter! Where have you been? We have been searching for you for all over. We thought you were dead. Oh moon goddess thank you so much.”
Erica was still staring at Thunda’s carriage as it began to reverse to ride off
“And who is that that dropped you off?”
“Alpha Thunda. He saved my life. The accident at the jungle would have ended my breath, but he took me and healed me.”
“Stop him now!” the king ordered and the betas stood on the entrance, bringing Thunda to a pause. “The alpha that saved my daughter’s life must be honored, let the maidens get a warm reception.”
Thunda remained in the carriage, his eyes dimmed in vengeance as he gnashed his teeth.
“The king wants to honor you. Can you please step down, alpha,” one of the betas said.
Erica argued if he would concur to the order. With the fury labeled in his eyes, she wondered if he would obey.
But to her disappointment, he did, and kept to his silence and coldness all through the reception with her father.
“Thank you for saving my daughter’s life. I have heard so much about your strength and bravery. And I am glad my daughter is a partaker of them today. What shall be your reward?” he asked.
Thunda’s eyes were fixed on the food he had barely touched; the wailing voice of his father and helpless pack still hung in his ears.
“I have to take my leave, my king,” he groaned and stood up to leave.
“Is he OK?” King Graham whispered to Erica.
“I will be back, father,” she left for outside. “Thunda! Thunda!”