THE ALPHA’S BROKEN LUNA

Hardin’S POV

Once I step out Reign’s bedroom, I lean by the door and let a heavy sigh of frustration as a single tear trickles down my cheeks. I quickly brush it off.

I’m an idiot.

What did I just do?

Of all things, I chose to kiss her at this very crucial moment of our relationship and now I have only angered her the more. I have done nothing but strained things between us all the more.

But then, I can’t deny the fact that that kiss was mind-blowing. Right now I feel like I’m floating.

Everything about Reign is charming.

I swear it took me all my guts to stop myself from marking her in there. She was stark naked, in my arms, her body crashing against mine and her lips against mine, you have no idea how much I held myself back there.

Sweet Moon goddess, your ways are indeed a mystery. If there’s one thing I ask of you now, is that you make Reign forgive me so we can live like we are supposed to.

I can see it in her eyes. She wants to let go, she wants to forgive me. I can even say that she loves me as much as I do her, but all what I did to her in the past won’t let her let go.

There’s no way she’s ever going to forget what I did to her and I can’t blame her that, but I’m going to try my best to prove to her that I badly regret all my actions and I want us to be together.

I won’t stop until I have proven this point to Reign.

Back to the case we have been investigating, ever since we confirmed that the scratches on Wilma’s body were not inflicted by Reign, I have been wondering who could actually have done that and truth be told, only one person keeps popping up on mind.

Reign’s father, Mr. Logan.

I know it sounds absurd that a father will kill his own daughter, but he’s the only one I seem to suspect.

That man is despicable.

If he is capable of locking up his daughter for eighteen years, shutting her out from the rest of the world, avoiding her like a plague and turning her own sister against her, then he can do the abominable.

Until now, I still can’t seem to digest the fact that a man will hate his very own daughter the way Mr. Logan hates Reign, for absolutely nothing.

It’s not her fault her mother died giving birth to her, it’s not her fault she’s different, It’s not her fault that she is the way she is… I don’t even find anything abnormal about Reign.

She is such a kind soul. A fierce girl, strong willed but very loving and compassionate. How can someone not like her? Let alone her very own father?

I need to get to the root of this issue.

I walk out of my chambers over to the dungeon so I can meet him. I have a whole plan on my mind. There is something I want I want to confirm and if it happens to be right, Mr. Logan will risk execution.

Once I get to the dungeon, I meet the guards at the big gate discussing in groups.

“Let me have the key to the Silver prison” I demand and immediately, one of the guards come forward and hands over the key “I’m going in to discuss with Mr. Logan, secure all the entrances”

“I’m coming in with you Alpha” One of the guards volunteers.

“It’s okay Nigel, I can handle this, Just make sure all the entrances are secure”

“Yes Alpha” He accepts with a bow and I make my way into the shady corridor.

This place is do scold and whenever I come in here, I swear I cringe at how creepy it looks and feels. I can’t believe I once ordered my guards to have Reign locked up in here.

I can’t believe I once sat down and watched then punish her.

I can’t believe, I raised my hand against Reign.

Crap.

In all honesty, she has every right to be mad at me. I have been horrible to her.

Once I get to the Silver cell, I meet him seated on the floor, with his head bowed down on his knees that have been curled up his chest.

I use the key to open up the door and as the door creaks, he raises his head up to look at me and I raise my brows at him as I walk in.

“Have you finally confirmed that I am innocent?” He asks with all confidence and I fight my urge to smash his head against the wall and apply silver to his bruises.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Some nerve he’s got.

“You have finally confirmed that Reign is a murderer right?”

Without warning, I punch him hard in the face and blood comes flying out of his mouth.

“Apparently not. It’s the other way round and you dare call Reign a murderer one more time, I’ll rip off your balls.”

“You mannerless child! How dare you raise you hand against an elder”

Another punch in the face, this time around on his right cheek and more blood flies out from his mouth. He wipes off the blood with his hands and as he raises his head up to look at me, I can see that his eyes have turned yellow. His wolf is trying to take over and I really don’t care. If it’s a dual he wants, he should bring it on, I’ll have so much fun beating him to pulp.

“You look rather mad” I tease with a sly smile.

“You never deserved my daughter Wilma even for a second”

“I’ll ignore the part where you actually forced her on me and ask you this question. Why did you kill your very own daughter and pin her death on another?”

“What are you trying to accuse me of?”

“You very well know what I am talking about Mr. Logan”

“Are you trying to insinuate that I killed my daughter, Wilma?”

“You are smarter than I gave you credit for Mr. Logan”

“Blasphemy!”

“Blasphemy indeed Mr. Logan, to some extent sacrilege. How can a father kill his very own daughter?”

“I did not…”

“Oh yes you did, you narcissistic wanker! Murderer!” I cut him off with a loud roar and without warning, he uses his transformed limp paws to give me a dangerous scratch on my right arm.

I feel a sharp pain course into my heart and I smile.

I got what I came here for.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Mr. Logan” I say as I walk out of the cell, lock the door and walk out of the dungeon.

“Miguel, Meet me in my office” I mind link Miguel.

“Clark and I are already waiting for you. Where have you been?”

“I’ll tell you when I get there” I block the mind link and walk hastily over to castle before the wound can start healing.

I came here to get a scratch so I can compare with the one the photos, if it matches, I’m going to have that man executed tomorrow before the entire pack members after revealing his crimes.

Once I get to the castle, I make my way to my office and I when I get in, I see Miguel and Clark seated in the sitting area and the moment they see me, they rush over to me.

“Why the fuck are you bleeding?” Miguel asks aghast and I just ignore him as I walk over to my desk and pick up of the pictures of the scratches on Wilma’s body. I transform the injured arm into a limb and try to compare the scratches and behold, they match.

“Hardin, what’s up?” Miguel asks as he approaches me and I show him my arm and the picture. He looks at both for a whole and the look on his face tells me he clearly understands what’s going on.

“Who is the bastard?”

“Reign’s father” I say in a bitter tone.

The only thing I can feel in my heart right now is anger.

This man’s crimes are too much.

First, he had my mate locked up for eighteen years, depriving her of the right to freedom, stealing her entire childhood. Second, he sends his eldest daughter to manipulate me into marking her as my mate when she was not my mate. Third, killing his eldest daughter and framing up the younger one. That’s two crimes in one, Murder and defamation of character.

This man made me reject my mate, hurt and punish her for a crime she did not commit. Has not only killed a fellow werewolf, but his own daughter.

Banishing him from the pack is isn’t enough punishment for him. He is going to be executed!

“What’s the instruction?” Miguel asks impatiently.

“We are going to have a few last words with him right now. Tomorrow, he will executed at the field, before the adults after his crimes have been made known to them.”

“As you command” He confirms with a bow and I just nod.

“For now, let’s go hear his last words” I command and make my way out the office and they both follow suit.