Enslaved To The Alphas-Chapter 238: Meeting The Master
On the border between the Redwood Pack and the Stormhold Pack stood a man. Dressed in white from head to toe, he seemed almost unreal. The fabric, the light from the half moon, the way he stood-everything made him look ethereal. As if he had only descended from the heavens. A fallen angel.
Even those who always claimed that the Stormhold Triplets were the most handsome men in the kingdom would have to admit that this man was something else entirely. He was so beautiful that he looked like an otherworldly being who had stepped into this world by mistake.
He had only just appeared here, but already the little life forms around him were reacting. The night insects, the fireflies, even the tiny creatures hiding under the leaves-they were all drawn to the soft glow that surrounded him. They drifted closer, as if pulled in by a gentle force, as if they wanted nothing more than to reach him and touch him.
But the moment they got too close, they stopped. Some trembled. Others backed away. It was not because they didn’t want to approach him. It was because something else pushed them back. There was an aura around him-cold, silent, heavy-like a void that swallowed anything that came near. The light invited them, but the emptiness around him scared them into staying away.
It was a strange sight. Drawn in by his presence, yet unable to endure the space around him.
The man didn’t seem bothered by it. He didn’t look at the creatures trying to approach, nor the ones fleeing from his energy. He simply stood there calmly, his gaze fixed somewhere far ahead, toward the lands of the Stormhold Pack.
His expression didn’t move, but there was something in the way he held himself... something that made it clear he wasn’t simply standing here by chance. He was waiting for someone. Seemingly, he had been waiting a while, but the expression on his face remained serene. As if he had all the time in the world to wait.
Just then, a soft sound of grass bending under someone’s feet drifted from the forest. The man smiled. His guest was here. Good. Everything was going as planned.
But even though he heard steps approaching, he did not move forward to greet them. He couldn’t. Stepping even a little into Stormhold Pack territory would harm him greatly, and he had no interest in weakening himself before this meeting. So he stayed where he was, the soft glow around him pulsing faintly as he waited with his excitement mounting.
At last, the person he had been waiting for appeared, stopping a short distance away. His face, which had been moments away from stretching into a welcoming smile, slowly froze.
No one had told him that his bride had already been touched—tainted—by those wolves. His eyes narrowed as he looked at her more closely, taking in every detail.
Of course. Trusting those animals had always been a fool’s wish. They were so close to mating their so-called "fated" mate, and yet they had dared to claim what belonged to him. His bride. His.
A thin thread of murderous intent curled through his thoughts, sharp and cold, but his expression remained calm, though the warmth had vanished completely. Now it made sense. No wonder she had sent a token asking him to take her as a disciple instead of his bride. All those centuries of waiting and once again he had been beaten by...
His hands clenched at his sides, the faint light around him flickering. If only he had found her earlier before she turned eighteen. Then she would have ben taken away by him immediately.
And then there was the last time when he had almost reached her after her kidnapping. If only those idiots had not ruined everything and allowed her to escape the last time... she would have remained untouched until she was claimed by him.
She would have been pure and perfect, exactly as she was meant to be. Instead, he now stood here, forced to accept the damage others had caused. But as he watched her walk closer, his eyes narrowed. So what if she had taken those animals and was touched. Once he had used her to re-establish himself, he would simply get rid of her and let her reincarnate. Then, he would claim her pure body.
But for now, he would keep up appearances... So, when she bent before him and greeted," Emira greets the Dark master." He nodded slowly and gestured for her to get up.
But he did not see the reverence in his eyes he had expected. His eyes narrowed. Was this a trap for him?
She smiled then, a small, cold curve of her lips, and her gaze lifted to meet his. As if she had read his mind, she spoke lightly, "It is not a trap. After all, you are the one who summoned me here. How could it possibly be a trap? For that, I would have to be the one to choose the time and place of our meeting."
Her words were smooth, but the look she gave him was anything but obedient. For a moment, he simply stared at her, the faint glow around him dimming slightly as his thoughts shifted. Emira was the last dark witch of their line. And yet, she had no reverence for her master?
Had their clan really declined so far? His hands clenched. Soon, he would show these people that they had messed with the wrong person. He was someone who could carry resentment for centuries.
He thought for a long moment and soon something in his expression eased. The corners of his lips lifted, and he tilted his head slightly to the side. "You are angry."
Her eyes narrowed, a flicker of irritation breaking through her polite mask. He studied that reaction and let out a short, amused breath.
It seemed this little Dark Witch was quite different than what he had expected. She even dared to show him displeasure.
