Raul's POV:Watching the girl scream did nothing to abate my anger, rather it increased it the more. I felt like resurrecting Francis and punching him the more till he dies, then repeating the same process again and again. How dare he touch my mate?And the girl? I didn't even know what to think of her.She looked too young and was naked.Quickly, I removed my thick coat and threw it to her, watching blankly as she wore the cloak around her small, but curvy frame, her hands shivering, tears kept falling from her eyes which sometimes darted to the place where Francis' head laid still, with eyes open. She didn't want to look at his body which was sprawled on the floor beside her, or at me.Was she the one the Pack doctor had been protecting all this while? Had he known that she was my mate? That couldn't be it. The man's duty was to heal, and not to matchmake.I had been bored when my gamma had told me about her; the slave girl that Nick had taken to make a few rounds yesterday morning.

Author's POV:Olivera's heartbeat increased every passing second as she walked behind Raul through the unfamiliar path which burst forth into a grand environment, after some minutes.The Alpha's territory.She thought, letting her eyes wander about the area which was more sophisticated and beautiful than the other areas which she had seen and stepped foot on in the pack.There was even a water fountain, in the middle of the marble tiled estate-like area.The buildings were the best she had even seen, high and marbled, coated with gold at some point.The rumors were true then. She thought.The Alpha was one of the richest, if not the richest Alpha in the region.The bows and the looks again.Olivera couldn't help but wonder if they would prostrate to greet the Alpha, if the Beta, or...wait. she paused in her thoughts.What if the man walking in front of her was the Alpha's brother or cousin?She wasn't sure again. But she knew she would find out very soon. Just time. She didn't want to

When Raul asked Olivera to follow him, she was at first hesitant, not wanting to be anywhere, alone with him. His cold expression even as he ordered her to follow him was a bit unsettling. It was true that he had saved her, but she was still afraid of him, if not more. The rumors about his ruthlessness haven’t escaped her memory yet.But when he piqued up his eyebrow at her, his cold black eyes promising deadly punishments if she thought she could defy him, she quickly stirred, and stepped towards him. He was so much taller than her.“If I have not had use of you for three months, pack your bags and leave. Tell the others. You have overstayed your welcome. I don’t want to see the groupies here when I come back.” Raul stated, staring, more like glaring at the ladies. Some were already whimpering, knowing that they wouldn’t dare to fall to the ground in front of him and beg like Azeera had done. They were different from her. She was his friend at one time, and so was always given speci

Olivera thinned her eyebrows when she heard Raul's question. She actually didn't understand it. What was the man talking about? What hurt? She stared blankly at him, hoping that he would explain whatever he meant without shouting at her. Her expectations were dashed the next minute."Why are you keeping mute? Are you dumb?! I just asked a question!" Raul shouted, and Olivera's body shook in fear."I...I..." Olivera stuttered, trembling terribly, her hands clasped tightly on each other in front of her."Stop stuttering like a fool!" Raul shouted again, feeling exasperated with Olivera, whom he thought that the goddess had cursed him with.The girl couldn't even make a complete statement without shivering.He glared daggers at her, unsure if his anger rising from the fact that she had been almost raper and bleeding now or that she couldn't give a reasonable reply to his question.Olivera drew back, crossing her arms in an 'X' on her chest. She was afraid. The Alpha of this pack was real

Raul watched Azeera take in deep breaths in and out as if to calm her temper, and piqued an eyebrow at her icily, not having any time to spare a banter.He pushed her to the side with his shoulders before strolling towards the entrance of the sitting room, having in mind to go to his office, which was at another building, just around the mansion. He had some important issues to attend to, especially the recent issues of the strange attacks on the neighboring pack which was under his jurisdiction. A matter which seemed to have unsettled his beta so much that the latter had lost his cool over lesser members of his pack who had thought it unserious that a lady had turned up dead in front of the presiding leader's home, battered and slaughtered in the most inhumane way. Not that he was actually concerned or pitiful towards the girl-for all he knew, the girl might be a slut, but it had been the pictorial representation of it that had irked him. It was a clearly drawn out battle. A clearly