A death sentence

******************Luna Pov***********

Avoiding the sunlight, I rolled over in bed, and kicked the blanket off me, pissed over the fact that Alaska suddenly ruined breakfast this morning to inform my father that he got news about Blake.

Immediately, dad abandoned his food and left the dining hall like that bitch was worth something to him.

Since he left the villa with Alaska, we haven't gotten any news yet, and it felt a bit odd since a couple of hours had passed already and he should have been back with his bastard by now.

A sudden loud knock on my room door forced me to open my eyes, and I swear whoever was at the door, woke up and chose not to live another day because a second later, I heard, "Bang! Bang!"

Enraged, I sat up, resting my back against the headboard as I turned my head to stare at the door.

"Who is it?" I shouted, feeling hesitant to leave the bed.

"It's me, James. Milady, Our Luna requested your presence in the dining room," James' voice echoed into my bedroom.

"What for?"

"You are summoned to have lunch with her,"

Time had flown by way faster than I realized, and even though I wasn't in the mood for food, I forced myself to leave my bed and walked towards the door.

The moment I stepped out of my room, James hastily bowed his head, and I scowled at him before walking past him.

When I reached the dinner hall, Mother was standing beside father's seat with her fingertips tracing against its wooden frame.

"Why? Are you thinking about snatching it from him?" I mumbled, drawing a seat out.

Then I sat down and watched a frown cross her face as she stepped away from father's chair and said, "Of course, not. What's the use of doing so?"

A smirk curved on my lips as I gazed down at my steak and then picked up my fork and knife.

"Your wolf hasn't become attracted to anyone yet?" Mother suddenly asked, and I immediately dropped my utensils.

Then I glared at her, and she harshly uttered, "Why are you staring at me like that. If you want to have a strong standing within this pack and prove your worth, you need a powerful alpha as your back!"

There it was! The one thing that makes me a bit similar to my half-sister! I haven't found my soulmate, yet, and the pressure my mother put on me to do so is irritating.

But she's right, as an omega, I will need an alpha, if I want to take over the pack one day since my mother couldn't bear my father an alpha son as he ordered her to do

"I will, mother," I mumbled, losing my appetite completely. Then I slightly pushed the plate away from me.

Gazing into my eyes, my mother didn't speak for a moment, and then she said, "Karen's brother is an Alpha wolf. Maybe it's time that you two meet and see if your wolves agree with each other."

"He's a dick, mother!" I blurted out in anger.

"Language, Luna!"

"Sorry to say, but Killian is an as… donkey. And…"

"This is not a plea, Luna! It's an order!"

Just like that, I was about to get paired with the worst douchebag ever. Sure, his wolf is crazy powerful. But he has been fucking human prostitutes and slaves in the pack for years because he thinks it's funny and entertaining.

There is no way my wolf would want to bond with that piece of shit. But for now, I will allow my mother to get what she wants until I see someone compatible with my wolf and statues.

"Are you not going to eat?" Mother said, giving me a warning look.

Of course, I didn't want to pick up those damn utensils again. But mother's patience wasn't something to test. So I picked up the fork and in that instant, my mother mumbled, "Your father is home."

Immediately, my mother stood to her feet, and I did the same after picking up his scent.

Both of us rushed upstairs, following my father's scent, and then we walked into his and my mother's bedroom.

The quietness in the room suddenly ended when a vase smashed into the dresser mirror, shattering it into pieces instantly.

A look of great bitterness swept across my father's face, and with a murderous gaze, he balled his fingers into fists.

“As the alpha of this pack, a behavior like this is going to make your inferiors think you are weak," my mother calmly intoned as she walked further inside.

But I stayed close by the door because my father's temper could escalate anytime and it was best for me that my mother was the one in front of him when it happens.

“Do you think me getting angry over that brat leaving the pack is a sign of weakness!" My father harshly said, swaying his gaze on my mother as she stopped in front of him.

So, so many things I anticipated would happen when Blake gets found. But her banishing herself from the park was never one of them, and it messed with my mind for a moment.

"Blake did what!?" My mother harshly asked.

I guess she too was just as shocked as me that Blake chose to execute herself in such a manner.

"She forced me to denounce her in front of her entire class." My father said, sounding more enraged with every word he uttered.

I knew that Blake was bold, a bit too bold for her own good. But this was not bold act! It was pure, undeniable stupidity.

Keeping a blank expression on my face, my heart leaped for joy as I softly asked, "So, is she now a rogue?"

"That's what she wants!" My father harshly said. "She doesn't even know what she is getting herself into!"

For a moment, my mother calmly stared at him. Then she walked over to his back, rested her palms on his shoulders, and gently massaged them.

"So, are you going to call a pack meeting?" My mother whispered into his ear.

Immediately, my father pulled away from her, and then glared at her before coldly uttering, "Why should I call a pack meeting, Loretta!?"

"To officially denounce Blake, of course!" My mother said and I heard no remorse in her tone.

For a while, my father took a long look at her with anger glowing in his eyes. Then he unclenched his fists and coldly uttered, "You know what happens to the rogue of this pack, and you want me to do what?! Do you want me to sentence my daughter to death!?"

"You have already done it when you told all her classmates that she's not your daughter or a member of the pack. Words spread like the wind, and soon, everyone will know. Withdrawing your words now will make you look like a weak alpha." My mother firmly said.

When I looked at my father, I could see in his eyes that he was hesitant, and it had me questioning if he was going to do it or not.