The Alpha's Little Slave

Chapter 108: Ironclaw

Ironclaw was a pack hidden well behind a mountainous range. There was a shortcut right through, a path that was heavily guarded by armed warriors. While to my understanding, werewolves mainly used their claws and brute strength for combat, it seemed like Ironclaw preferred other methods which could prove more advantageous.

As our fleet of cars drove past the mountains and trees, we eventually arrived at a settlement surrounded by the mountains. All throughout, Damon wore a sharp grimace that never quite left his face.

"What’s wrong?" I asked, leaning over from the backseat to have a better look. Even Elijah had a matching frown; I could spot beads of perspiration trickling down the sides of his face. He looked to be in great pain.

I glanced out of the car window, squinting at the ranges. There was a soft hum that I could even feel from inside the car. It felt almost familiar. My eyes then widened with realization.

"There are silver deposits in these mountains," Elijah answered, perfectly replicating my thoughts out loud. "The wolves of Ironclaw have been raised with silver surrounding them. They are much more tolerant of it than an average werewolf."

"That is... intense..." I murmured, my eyes trained after one of the warriors that stood guard along the pathway.

His eyes were trained on every vehicle that entered, but as though he could feel me staring, his line of sight matched mine. I immediately jumped in my seat, leaning back and facing straight ahead, pretending that I hadn’t been studying him intently before he looked over. The warriors here all looked frightful.

"They seem... friendly," I commented, fiddling with my clothes as Damon continued to drive.

"The wolves of Ironclaw aren’t very open to guests," Elijah explained. "They much prefer staying within their own community. That’s why it’s rather odd that they’re suddenly trading with others outside of the human town near them."

"Make sure to keep your mouth shut about it when we’re meeting with Ironclaw’s alpha," Damon reminded. "There’s no need to preempt them with our plans."

"I am not stupid," I huffed. At Damon’s pointed look, I merely rolled my eyes and scowled.

It didn’t take much longer before we reached the packhouse of Ironclaw― a majestic white marble mansion that sat right in the middle of the land. Ironclaw was a small pack. Even from the packhouse’s front doors, we could already see its entire boundary within the ranges. It was highly unlike Fangborne, whose land was so huge that it needed three separate packhouses to govern over.

"Alpha Damon," a man greeted, a face full of smiles as he slowly descended the flight of stairs. He had his hands wide open in greeting but despite the welcoming expression, there was just something about him that rubbed me the wrong way.

"Alpha Natan," Damon greeted back with a nod. He, however, did not care for Alpha Natan’s hands― to be fair, the latter did not seem like he wanted a shake but more of a hug.

If I were Damon, I too would be wary of this man. After all, the absurd amount of daggers hanging off his belt was definitely something to guard against.

"How wonderful to see that you’ve made it into Ironclaw safely," Alpha Natan said.

His eyes were squinty due to the intensity of his smile, and his gaze slowly scanned past every one of us― Damon, Elijah, before eventually landing on me. Finally noting my presence, his eyebrows rose to the top of his forehead, evidently surprised.

"I didn’t realize that you brought a guest," Alpha Natan commented. His eyes roamed up and down my body. I could practically feel the way it stuck onto certain parts, leering at my figure. "Who is this lovely lady? You sure do change favorites very quickly, Alpha Damon."

I had to stamp down the scowl that was threatening to surface.

"Why stick to one when you can have the world, Alpha Natan?" Damon breezily replied.

He stepped forward, using his body to shield me from his view. Despite his words, his actions seemed nearly quite the opposite― I wasn’t blind to the murderous glint that flashed across Damon’s eyes once Alpha Natan’s gaze turned a little lecherous.

"Of course," Alpha Natan said as he nodded in agreement. "This way to the meeting room, Alpha Damon. You must be tired from your journey. I’ve prepared some snacks and... company."

He and Damon began to walk, leaving Elijah and me to follow behind. Only after a short distance did he turn back, smiling as he waved some men over.

"I’ve provided a lounge for your companions to rest," Alpha Natan said just as two Ironclaw warriors flanked us.

"Oh?" Damon mused, his tone light. "I don’t suppose my charlie and my woman could come along?" frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"This is a rather important discussion that could alter the fates of both packs," Alpha Natan sleazily replied. "It’s better to have some privacy. Of course, I will be alone as well, so you needn’t worry that it is a trap or anything of that sort."

"No worries whatsoever," Damon said. "In that case, I would like to rest for an hour before the meeting begins. My lover is rather frail and could do with some company."

A red blush wiggled its way onto Alpha Natan’s cheeks. He laughed, a glint appearing in his eyes as he nodded. Somehow, I had a feeling that his mind had been thrust all the way into the gutter― he definitely wasn’t thinking of anything pure! freeweɓnovel.cѳm

"I understand what you mean," he said. "In that case, perhaps Charlie Elijah would like to rest in the lounge. I have an empty spare guest room. You may use that to freshen up before the meeting."

"That will be wonderful," Damon said. "Thank you for your understanding, in that case."

With that, we were separated, Elijah thrown into the lounge by his lonesome self while Damon and I were led to the guest room Alpha Natan had mentioned. Once Damon locked the doors, he immediately shut the curtains of the windows and began rummaging around the room.

I stood at one side, stunned as he pored through every little detail, searching for who-knows-what.

"What are you doing?" I hissed.