Bound By Moonlight to My Mates (by Sofange Daye) novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Alpha Ronan

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Charlotte’s mother is dangling from her hands in the corner of the dungeons. She has been beaten within an inch of her life, healed, and then beaten again. Each time she laughs manically, and I know we won’t get any information out of her unless I find a witch, but they seem to have dropped off the face of the earth.

My Beta is exhausted. A thin glaze of sweat and blood covers his skin. He steps away from Bridgette and rests against the wall.

“This is useless. What information could she possibly have that warrants this kind of treatment?”

I snarl in his direction, but he doesn’t shy away from me like my other pack members might have. Isaac has known me my whole life. We were raised side by side. I don’t have a memory that doesn’t include him. He respects me, but he doesn’t fear me. It is both a blessing and a pain in the ass.

Bridgette tugs on her restraints. “He is looking for answers about his mate.”

I glare in her direction, but she doesn’t care. Isaac looks between us, before bursting into laughter. “He rejected that worthless daughter of yours.”

Bridgette swings on the chains playfully like she hadn’t just been beaten. “You can’t reject an ancient one.”

Isaac’s eyes widen, and I can’t tell if he thinks she is joking or not. I cut off any questions he might have with a growl, and he respectfully lowers his head. Reading my mind, he slips from the dungeon, and I turn all of my attention to Bridgette.

She smiles evilly as I close the distance between us. Tilting up her chin, I force her to look into my eyes. “The ancient ones are a myth.”

Bridgette smiles broadly, exposing bloodied and missing teeth. “Whatever you need to tell yourself to get through the night.”

She kicks her feet playfully, and I wonder what kind of magic has been used to keep her quiet. Each day, she seems to slip further and further from reality, and I am certain that if we don’t break the spell soon, her mind will be lost altogether. Even so, it doesn’t appear torture is making any sort of improvement.

Reaching up, I release her chains, and she crumples to the ground. Her bones crack against the pavement, but she doesn’t seem to notice. Rolling onto her back, she breathes heavily, mumbling under her breath. The language that she is speaking isn’t one that I have heard before, and I curse. Maybe she is telling the truth.

Kneeling down beside her, I speak only loud enough for her to hear. “Can you tell me about the ancient ones?”

A sparkle returns to her eyes, and she groans painfully as she sits up. “How much do you already know?”

I roll my eyes as I think about the fairy tales my mother told me when I was a child. My father would huff angrily, but he never stopped her. He may have been cruel, but he had a soft spot for her and only her. He doted on her and never denied her anything. I had often wished he cared half as much about me as he did her.

I drag myself from the memories and look back at Bridgette. She is waiting for me to speak, but my words seem to be caught. I clear my throat and open the door to the dungeon, leaving her on the floor. Bridgette is crazy. Charlotte isn’t an ancient one, a spell doesn’t bind Bridgette, and my rejection was final. Fairy tales aren’t real; they don’t exist.

“Alpha,” she calls out, making me pause before I slam the door. “The first mate to mark her will be the strongest.”

A strange feeling rises in my chest, and it is hard to breathe. I lose my grip on the door, and it slams shut, creating a much- needed barrier between myself and my prisoner. I lean against the wall, not caring about the stench of blood and decay in the air, and breathe deeply.

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Chapter 11

“She is really getting to you,” Isaac’s voice comes from the darkness.

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I glare in his direction. I should have known that he would stay behind. Pushing off the wall, I hear or the exit, ignoring my Beta. He falls in step with me and sucks in a breath of fresh air when we step outside.

“It would be cool if the ancient ones did exist. I mean. How cool would it be to have a wolf that has been alive for centuries, maybe longer, with all of their memories intact? Not to mention the abilities they supposedly have.”

Isaac is rambling loudly at my side, but I am trying not to listen. My mood only grows more sour when I see Elder Samson waiting for me on the porch. He wrinkles his nose in disapproval as I get closer.

“While you are spending time in the dungeons, I have been taking your phone calls.”

I push past the old man. “I never asked you to.”

He struggles to keep up with my strides as I walk through the pack house. “There is a problem.”

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