The Ruthless Female Alpha Regin

Lucia's POV I knew something wasn't adding up. Nobody steps inside the northern region just like that and gets out so easily. My darling wasn't exactly skilled in martial arts, so there was no way he could have escaped. He has zero idea that he originally came from there, so he can't speak their language. So how, in the Goddess' name, did he leave so easily and get brought back? Whoever took him never had any intention of killing him. The only way I can truly find out everything I need to know about who took him-and I have a feeling that either he won't talk or he doesn't even know-but it's alright. I intend to find out what the intention is about. My meeting with the captain was quite profitable and at the same time scary. He intended we use my mate to set a trap for whoever was behind everything. But I wasn't too sure, because what if he gets hurt by being bait? But I knew this was the only way to find out everything-feed him information and see who he runs back to. Usually, treason would be paid with one's head. But in this case, I was quite proud that my dearest had the spine to plot against me. I'm pretty sure he is to inform whoever of my daily routine-the same trick used by others. Only this time, I won't kill the traitor, but the mastermind of the ploy. I knew he would bring excitement to my life. I never thought it would be this quick-always acting suspicious. He can't even be a proper spy. Luckily, he was my mate and not some random person. That certainly wouldn't have ended well. Evening came, and he walked back into the chambers. I glanced down at his boots, a bit wet-meaning he had met someone close to the waterfall. I had instructed the guards on that side to act like they didn't see him and let him feel like he was doing everything in utter secrecy. He looked very uncomfortable, clearing his throat before asking, "How was your day?" I think he wanted to act normal, but he doesn't know that, as an informant, you can't change your patterns and attitudes. It gives you suspicion that would have you killed. But not my darling. Bouncing on his toes and avoiding my eyes, he was too cute to be true. I watched from a distance as he took off his boots and shirt. The moment he noticed me looking, he froze and tried to cover his chest, acting like he had never had a woman look at him without clothes before. But this morning, he was on me like he had studied the art of lovemaking. And now he covers his body. "Could you please not look at me? I need to change." "Then change. I won't look." I almost choked on a laugh and pretended to cover my eyes, but I could still see him. And now his trousers were off, leaving his inner clothes. It hit me-I am yet to get him new clothes. I totally forgot. I walked over, grabbed him from behind, and then kissed him. This act threw him into shock as he turned, looking at me with those same doe eyes. Someone had sensed his innocence and tried to use it against him, because he wasn't capable of doing or coming up with evil all by himself. "Why do you look at me like that?" "Nothing, my dear. Would you like to continue from where we left off this morning?" He looked shy and shocked all at once, suddenly avoiding eye contact and slightly blushing. I don't think my darling mate had ever held a woman. "No, I don't. It's late. We should just go to bed." He ran off like a scared little cockroach. I won't force him. He will come to me of his own free will. I watched him sleep so soundly and peacefully, while my mind held wonders of what had happened and who he was in contact with. I need to know, so I can protect him. Who exactly did you speak with, my dearest? Jacob's POV I jolted awake, only to see it was still dark. My dreams had been all about me holding her in my hands, with a dagger to her heart. And I couldn't bear that-not in my dreams and certainly not in reality. It seemed I had gotten myself in a tight spot, because on one hand lies my mate, and on the other, the man in the dark. So who do I betray-my mate or some mysterious lord of darkness? I turned around, and there she was, sleeping so peacefully. Why did she have to commit so much evil that everyone now wanted her dead? Yesterday, I met an informant from the dark lord, giving me a little potion to pour into her bath every day. He said it would slowly weaken her muscles, which in turn would slow her down in battle, making her an easier target to kill. But I don't think I could do it. I can't bear to hurt her or even betray her like that. But she will pay for what she did to my family. How, I don't know yet-but certainly not with her life. I was scared of the consequences of not doing what the dark lord wants, and at the same time, what will happen if she finds out I'm a traitor. She doesn't do very well with those types of people, so I've heard. "What you are asked to do-was it so bad that it now keeps you awake at night?" Shock took over my bones. It froze everything. "Don't worry, my love. I know someone wants to use you to get to me." Her eyes were closed while she said all these things. I wanted to deny everything, but I knew I should probably just come clean. And so I did. By the time I was done telling her everything, all she gave was a silent "hmm," like people trying to kill her wasn't any news to her existence. She requested the potion and asked if I had used it. I told her not until the next day. She took it, smelled it, and placed it behind her drawer like she would handle it some other time. Instead, she tapped the side of the bed, urging me to come back. "It's late, my dear. Do not let politics ruin your sleep." I lay back down, only this time facing her. The words came out before my brain could even process them. "Why are you so good to me? I just planned with an enemy to kill you. That makes me, according to the law, a traitor, and that is punished by beheading. Will you kill me?" "People have been aiming for my life from the moment I came into this world, so you wanting to kill me is no surprise. You hate me, so I do understand. And you are no traitor-and even if you were, I would never hurt you, much less kill you." "I don't hate you. I just don't like you, to be honest." She laughed a bit too loud, and her eyes sparkled so beautifully even in the dark. "Thank you for not hating me." She leaned over, placing a quick kiss on my cheek, then laid back down, closing her eyes for sleep-leaving me with a racing heart and a confused mind. I woke up, but she was nowhere to be found. Neither was the potion. It looked like she was trying to figure out who the dark lord might be. I took a deep breath while looking at the ceiling. This wasn't how I planned everything. It never included a racing heart. Lucia's POV I was right. Someone from the north did take him, and from what he described, I think I might know who it might be. Who is so cowardly to hide his face in the dark? My captain gave a knowing smile, like he knew exactly who this was. "I will take some of our men, and we will bring you his head." "No. Not his head. I want him alive, Captain." This reminded me of when I had stormed the northern region when I was fourteen. I went through a village, and ruin was all that was left behind. A specific family of spies were burned alive, and now I wished I never did, because I fear what happens when he finds out that I looked his family in the eyes and burned them alive despite their pleas for mercy. I had him chased and almost killed, which led to his still amnesia. The family he thought he had wasn't even his real family. What will he do then? Fear was all I could feel, steadying my restless heart, my wolf whimpering inside me. She doesn't want to lose her mate, and neither do I. Please forgive me, my love, for I have sinned against you. "Move out tomorrow, Captain. Burn down the pack and everything within, and bring to me that idiot who dares to defy me"​