Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
The old man frowned while turning defensive. He didn’t like that Dayson asked about the internal workings in his pack, it’s no one’s business, but he still responded.
“I prefer strong warriors, but that doesn’t mean I’m mistreating others. All Omegas have accommodation, three meals a day… actually, they have access to the kitchen and storage in common buildings, and they can make their own food whenever they are hungry. We don’t bother with those, but I can assure you that no one is hungry. If you want to know about the compensation for their work, you can ask my Beta. I’m not clear what you mean about treating them well, but when they mess up related to their duties, we make them run laps or do pushups. It’s good for their bodies. Is that what you would classify as a bad treatment?”
“No.”, Dayson responded. “But when I see an Omega looking well, and a few hours later that same girl is all bruised up with a purple handprint on her neck, I get worried.”
More than worried. Enraged.
Alpha Edward paused. “Maybe they had some dispute among themselves.”
Dayson scrutinized the old man while wondering if he is really ignorant or just a good actor. Whichever it is, Dayson wanted to make sure Alpha Edward knows Dayson was not talking randomly.
“Let’s say I believe you and you have no idea about the mistreatment that happens under your roof. As an outsider, I don’t want to meddle, so I suggest you talk to your daughter.”
“Marcy?”
Dayson narrowed his eyes at Alpha Edward. “Luna should watch over pack members and use soft skills to deal with challenges. Beating up my people will NOT be tolerated.”
Alpha Edward was visibly displeased. His main chip in pushing Marcy as Dayson’s Luna was that Marcy is flawless and if Dayson found dirt on Marcy in one day that he was here, who knows what else he can find?
Alpha Edward didn’t know that Marcy harmed Talia, but he knew that Dayson wouldn’t make up stuff like this. Dayson’s words were too specific to be random.
The old guy is collecting intel on Dayson for some time, and he knows this tactic. Dayson would find a trait that is clashing with a definition of a good Luna and blow it out of proportion. This is how Dayson discredited many other women, and Alpha Edward had a bad premonition.
“I will talk to Marcy about this.”, Alpha Edward said solemnly.
Dayson smirked. “I’m counting on it.”
…
Alpha Edward summoned Marcy to his study after Dayson left.
“How is your relationship with Dayson?”
Marcy had an idea that her father will ask about Dayson, and she was ready for this. “We are getting along well.” She had no intention to say that Dayson chased her out of his room last night.
“Do you think he has a good opinion of you? Did he invite you on a date? When will you move to the Shadow Fang pack? Did you discuss anything about your relationship and how things will work out once he leaves from here? Or will you go with him?”, Alpha Edward was raining questions without giving Marcy chance to respond.
“Alpha Dayson had doubts if I can be his Luna, and I assured him how I’m perfect for the task. He was happy to hear that I’m proficient in handling the household, pack members, and finances.”
Alpha Edward was not happy with this response and he could see that Marcy was either avoiding something, or she and Dayson didn’t reach far. He decided to probe into the matter that was bothering him.
“And how do you handle pack members?”
Marcy didn’t get it. “I talk to them and I’m approachable. I listen and…”
“And then you beat them up?”, Alpha Edward interrupted Marcy.
Marcy frowned. “No. I don’t beat them up.”
“Really? Alpha Dayson thinks otherwise.” His voice was rising. “He thinks that you beat them up black and blue and even choke them to the point of leaving handprints on their necks.”
Marcy paled. Why was her father angry? He is the one who says Omegas are a useless burden.
Marcy is not a violent person, but what’s wrong with teaching offenders a lesson? And who cares if one Omega gets hurt?
She wanted to deny it, but the fury in her father’s eyes told her that he already knows what she did in the attic on the previous day. Lying will only make things worse.
“It’s not as bad as it sounds, daddy.”, Marcy said weakly.
“And how is it?”
“She barged into the room, and I had to teach her a lesson.”
Alpha Edward closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. “You taught an Omega a lesson by beating her because she forgot to knock?”
Marcy wanted to say that it’s not about knocking, but about the Omega seeing Marcy going down on Dayson… but there was no way she will say that in front of her father.
“What were you thinking?”, Alpha Edward said in a strained voice as he struggled to contain his desire to give her a good beating. “Even if you want to play a sadistic game of hurting others, you don’t do that when we have guests. And you DEFINITELY don’t do that when the guest in question is an Alpha you are trying to impress as his future Luna!”
Alpha Edward rubbed his temples and continued scolding Marcy, “Didn’t you read the information on the Shadow Fang pack I gave you? Unless it’s a serious crime, they don’t resort to physical punishments. As a Luna, you need to be caring and gentle, not only toward your Alpha but toward every pack member. How will he take you in as his Luna if you are beating people for small mishaps? Only after you establish yourself you can do what you want, and until then you need to follow his rules.”
He looked at her grimly.
“I hope, for your good, that you can fix this. If your stupid stunt ruins all plans I made, you will pay for it, Marcy.”
“Yes, father.”, Marcy said submissively.
‘BAM!’
Marcy jolted when her father smacked the desk.
“Don’t you, yes father, me! I want you to find Dayson and make sure he accepts you as his Luna. Do whatever it takes. Do you understand?”
Marcy nodded fervently and she was relieved when her father waved at her to leave.
She rushed into her room, closed the door behind her, and released the breath she was holding. That was scary.
Marcy washed her face, reapplied her makeup, and picked a fine dress that had just the right amount of cleavage before finding Dayson.
“Are you going out?”, Marcy asked when she saw that Dayson was in front of his room with Jaeden and Maya.
“Your brother offered us a tour that includes observing warrior’s training.”, Jaeden responded.
Marcy pursed her lips. She wanted to be with Dayson and talk, but she doesn’t want to get close to smelly soldiers. She hates all that dirt and sweat, and she stays away from the training grounds.
“Can I help you, Marcy?”, Dayson asked dryly, and Marcy noticed that he was much colder to her than yesterday.
Dayson didn’t pay attention to her during breakfast, and she assumed he was sulking because she told him to stop the previous night, but now she knew that it was also about the wretched girl who hides in the attic (aka Talia).
Marcy was anxious. Was Dayson thinking that she is violent in nature while wearing a smiling mask in public? Does he see her as a two-faced woman? That was a possibility.
No wonder her father was angry. Who would marry a woman like that? She cursed internally. Instead of showing him her best and dazzle him, she ended up rejecting him last night and he found out about her little mishap.
“I was hoping that we can have a word and clarify a few things.”, Marcy said to Dayson sweetly.
Dayson glanced at Jaeden who nodded in understanding.