Chapter 3 A treasonable evening

♥︎Antonio’s POV♥︎

It's been eight hours since I employed Davina as my personal maid and the nanny to my adopted child yet for some reason, I have not been able to take my mind off her. My wolf has been restless since our first encounter in the courtroom.         Davina wasn't my usual go-to girl even for a fling or a quick nightstand. She fell somewhere around being overly chubby and could be called a plus-sized. Her skin didn't look great. She had freckles all over her cheeks and stretch marks on her flabby arms. She didn't smell particularly great either. Perhaps it's because she has yet to take a bath in days ever since she escaped her pack. The thought of her having a selfish father who only cares about marrying her off to clear his debt reminded me of my mother who is like a sore topic to me.         My mother was having an affair with my father’s Beta. Apparently, she claimed the Beta was her mate and the affair had been going on for a very long time till she got pregnant and planned to elope with father’s best friend. She was caught and although Father executed his Beta immediately, he chose to break Mother bit by bit and right now, she is rusting somewhere in the dungeon for being a whore.

Father died some years back during a war with some rogue pack and since then, I have been handling things as Alpha King. It was easy when I had my mate, Erica with me but since her death, life hasn’t made so much sense lately. I have a complicated relationship with my mother and honestly speaking, I haven’t forgiven her yet so I can’t bring myself to face her again by releasing her from the prison cell. So when it comes to relating to coming from a slightly dysfunctional family, count me in. I could relate to her problems.         Davina had a beautiful jet-black curly hair that cascaded down her lower back. She had long eyelashes and gorgeous dark orbs. She was blessed with attractive facial features as she is overly cute, but what exactly was special about this stranger I knew nothing about that drew me to her? The moment she saved my kid, I realized I wanted her close to me so I immediately offered her the job to keep her around me while I investigated her background and checked if her story matched.         A loud knock at the door startled me and I urged the person in. It was my Beta and best friend, Peter.         “This Davina is bad news, I swear.” He jumped on the couch tiredly and stretched a little.         I immediately leaned forward with my brows furrowed. “What are you talking about, Peter?”         “Her poster is everywhere. She has been declared wanted by the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack.” He yawned. “Words on the street is that she is a criminal that stole a child and ran away. They said she is a little cray cray upstairs too.” He pointed his index finger to his head and twisted it.         “Davina doesn't look like she is crazy.” My voice rose an octave as I defended her. I felt slightly offended and I had no idea why.         “It's not written on the forehead, friend.” He tapped my shoulder and stood up. “She might have an innocent face but if we keep her for long, there will be a war on our hands because the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack would demand for her.”         My nostrils flared in anger. “Then I will be ready. I'm the Alpha of all Alphas for a reason, let's see if they would like to cross me.” I folded my arms to my chest and stood my stance.         “Are you sure this girl is worth all this? Just hand her over and we will find another nanny for your son.” Peter tried to knock sense into me by speaking calmly but I was not having it.         “On your way out, tell Sandra to bring in Davina, I’d like to speak to her one-on-one.” I dismissed him and turned my back while my eyes made contact with the clouds. It looked dull and gray like it was going to rain soon.         “Yes, Alpha king.” I heard Peter mutter before slamming the door after him. I could tell he was not happy with me as a friend but I'm still his Alpha and he must do as I say.         Afterward, I let out a loud exhale. Peter made so much sense but I was not going to give him the satisfaction. I'm the Alpha king for a reason and my decision stands. If I say I want Davina to stay in the Pack then the Pack should have no other option than to embrace her. However, before I do that, I want to hear nothing but the entire truth from the girl I'm giving the benefit of the doubt.         ___         ♥︎Davina’s POV♥︎     This is the most peace I have had in the last one year of my life. A safe space to rest my head, food to eat without being reminded about my size and why I should not consume too much and peace of mind to take good care of Clara. My heart churns badly any time I think about George and it makes me hate Andrew and Arthur even more. I just hope my baby is in safe hands till I find him and claim him as mine but right now, I must keep my head low and adapt to life in the Black Moon Pack first.         When Antonio asked Sandra to give me a room and food to eat. I had imagined a space in the maid quarters but instead, I was taken to a place that looked nothing short of a castle. It was the most beautiful house I had ever seen and no house in the Crescent Moon Pack could rival this. The scenery is insane.         The house is a four-storey building with smaller houses scampered around the compounds for the cooks, maids, slaves, palace guards, and all the people that work in the palace so remind me again why Sandra led me inside the most beautiful house again?         There were luxurious cars and a huge statue that resembled a black wolf with the forelimbs high in the air and the hind limb on the ground. It was beautiful. There were well-trimmed flowers in the garden and unique artworks of Vikings and past Warrior kings. Drawings that I presume to be Antonio’s ancestors that have once ruled this large pack.         Sandra who was mute all the way led me through the first, second, and third floors before we finally entered the last floor. There was a question that was bulging my mind and the best way to get answers, was to ask Sandra so I did.         “Sandra, I'm sorry for asking but what about the Alpha’s mate?” I wrapped my hand around myself as our walking pace reduced.         Sandra turned sharply to face me and there was fear in her eyes. She looked left and right before coming to whisper in my ears. “She is dead. She died ten months ago, some people say the Alpha killed her and some say she died due to an illness.”         My mouth was slacked-jawed as I had not imagined such a horrific response. “And the child? Who is the mother?” I whispered back.         But Before Sandra could respond, we heard footsteps coming our way so we resumed walking. It was a huge man with big biceps and triceps. He looked dangerous and he eyed me from down to up degradingly. My eyes fell to the ground immediately as I hugged myself a little tighter. I didn't need a clairvoyant to tell me that the man hated my guts and the sight of me and that is okay. Hatred is something I’m used to already. Even my own family hates me with passion so that is perfectly okay.         “The Alpha wants to see the pup stealer so after your little realtor show, take her to his room.” The man said with a clenched jaw. It seemed as though the words were too bitter for him to utter.         “Yes, Peter.” Sandra bowed her head slightly and grabbed my hand so with a quickened pace, we hurriedly left him.         “He seems rude,” I said just as Sandra turned the knob to a door.         “He is not all that bad. It's probably a mood swing. I don't know what crawled up his butt and died.” Sandra uttered and we both chuckled.         The moment she opened the door wider, I gasped at the beauty before me. The room was painted and furnished to match a purple and white theme. It had a huge bed at the far end of the room with plenty of soft pillows on it. There was a huge dressing mirror, a mahogany wardrobe, and a small baby colt too. The room was so perfect and I could not believe my eyes.         “Is it to your taste?” Sandra had an unsure look as she knitted her fingers together nervously.         “Are you asking if I like it?” I raised a brow then I shook my head. “Absolutely not, I love it.” I giggled and she joined me.         “Okay, Clara is currently being fed and attended to. I advise you to take a bath so you can see the Alpha king soon. He doesn't like to be kept waiting.” Sandra held the hem of her apron as she turned to leave.         “Thank you, Sandra,” I uttered just as she shut the door on her way out.         I hurriedly hopped into the bathroom for a quick shower. It felt refreshing as the cool water poured from my scalp, washing away all the stress and labor pain I went through two days ago. I changed into a soft silk pink gown that I found in the wardrobe before making my way to the Alpha King’s bedroom.         Sandra had given me the description and she also handed me a tray filled with his dinner as well. I hope our conversation goes well even though I had no idea why he had requested my presence in his bedroom. I tapped the door twice, knocking and then I heard a sound from within which I assumed was my clue to come in.         My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when they fell on the physique of a well-built naked man dripping in water right before me. The tray of food I was carrying went crashing into the ground, making a huge mess as its contents splattered on the well-polished floor.         Terror was paralyzing my body, freezing my muscles as my situation became desperately hopeless. Never have I ever stood before a naked man, talk more of an Alpha King.         Helplessly, I stood rigid, numbed with cold and terror as I waited for what was to come next. My death sentence.