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Evil Luna's Sacrifice

Carissa Moss became a prisoner of war and stayed in the palace, far from her pack. For the safety of her husband and people, she willingly warmed the king's bed whenever he called. On the day of her husband's death in the dungeon, Carissa vowed to avenge Duncan Bayhill's cruelty and free her people. However, a harsh reality struck her. The day the queen died, Duncan was her second chance.
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Chapter 6

(Duncan)

Davina cut off communication with me. I couldn't talk to her wolf either. I remained calm among my warriors, even though I was furious. A queen should not act rashly.

The Gamma had checked the cameras near the queen's room and every corner she had passed. All the cameras were off between three and five in the morning. Those were vulnerable hours. The officers on duty were tired and sleepy.

"Have you swept the forest?" I asked.

"My people report that they are still searching," Lennox replied.

"The queen is far away. Expand the search to places that can be reached by car in two or three hours. Give me the names of areas where our people own houses or villas. I will call her family to ask about her whereabouts," I ordered.

"Okay," he said obediently.

I called her parents, siblings, and relatives, but no one had spoken to Davina in the last few days. I leaned back in my chair and thought hard. If no one knew where she was, who was helping her?

All of her loyal servants had cut off communication. I couldn't use my authority because we were too far apart. Their wolves were too weak to hear my call. I couldn't believe Davina would recklessly leave me.

Wait. That woman rejected me as her mate. She wouldn't have done that if she weren't in a desperate situation. Even though Davina didn't like our marriage, she enjoyed her role as Queen of the Moon Night Kingdom.

"Duncan," someone called from the doorway.

I looked up and saw Wallace walking toward me. "It's good you're here. I need your help finding some information."

The Beta's eyes widened when he heard the name I mentioned. He didn't ask why I wanted to know about that man. My friend darted out of my office before saying why he had come. That wasn't like him.

'Why did you come?' I asked via mind link.

'I heard the news about Davina's disappearance. I wanted to cheer you up, but helping you find that man is far more important,' Wallace answered.

'Thank you,' I said.

'Save your thanks, because I haven't found anything yet,' he replied. 'Well, don't bother me. I'll let you know the results.'

'Let me know as soon as possible. I'll check the roads they might have taken,' I instructed.

'Okay,' the Beta agreed.

'Wallace, keep an eye on Carissa. She might try to escape now that I'm not in the capital,' I ordered.

'Don't worry. There's always a warrior watching her every move,' Wallace said.

I left the palace with several warriors. We used three cars. The tracker was in front to show us the way. Security cameras were only inside the capital walls. We didn't install cameras outside my territory.

Fortunately, it wasn't raining, so the tracks of the car they were using were visible. My man knew the type of tires the queen's car had. He could tell which direction they had taken and which they hadn't. It was noon, but we hadn't found them.

'Duncan, your suspicions are correct,' Wallace said via mind link.

'What do you mean?' I asked.

'Mateo has just lost his wife. He left his pack a few days ago. His children are under the care of their grandparents. His name is on the list for a flight to our state. The man has no acquaintances here. That means...' the Beta reported.

'Mateo went to see Davina,' I concluded.

Damn it! I knew something was suspicious about Davina's behavior yesterday morning. After embarrassing me, she rejected me without hesitation. I didn't expect her to do all that, only to return to her useless ex.

That man was only a Gamma, the head of the royal guard in his kingdom. I was far better than he was in every way. How dare Davina betray me and leave the empire that needed their queen for an ex!

I had a sudden, unbearable pain in my chest. I clenched my fists and pressed my lips together to hold back the pain. Davina, you b*tch! I knew she did it to get back at me for last night's incident.

I let that man live because I believed my wife's promise to be faithful to me. I wouldn't waste my time. That man had to die! I slept with another woman because Davina begged me to. But that woman slept with her ex because she wanted to.

'Your Majesty, we found the queen!' the head of security reported through the mind link.

'Give me the address,' I ordered.

I gave the address to the driver of the lead car. Even though they drove fast, it took us an hour to reach our destination. It was the most painful and longest hour of my life. I had to endure the pain of my wife making love to another man.

My wolf rebelled, craving blood, but I controlled him. Rex tried to take charge. Seeing that he couldn't think calmly, I locked him away deep in my subconscious. I understood his disappointment, but we were the king who had to act justly.

"We're here, Your Majesty," the driver reported.

I saw the villa in front of me. The two-story hut belonged to one of our kind from the farthest pack. We built places like that for wolf couples in heat. That way, other male wolves wouldn't be disturbed by the female wolf's mating call.

An hour of nonstop intercourse was an unforgivable crime. I left in a hurry. Therefore, I did not bring any painkillers. But I would repay Davina with unbearable pain.

"Your Majesty, we tried to come as quickly as possible." A medic approached me. He gave me a pill.

I took it and swallowed it. The pain did not subside. The medicine needed time to take effect. I accepted a bottle of water from him and drank it. "Thank you," I said. "Be prepared to help the queen if she is injured."

"Yes, Your Majesty," he said obediently.

My men waited for my orders. They stood by their respective cars. I had no plan other than to take Davina home. I calmed myself to help the medicine work faster.

After my pain subsided, I approached the hut. I asked the tracking group to stay where they were. I only signaled to three warriors to follow me. They were enough to subdue the queen's guards if they refused to submit to me.

Thankfully, I didn't have to do that. The six guards immediately knelt when they saw me coming. They prostrated themselves with their heads touching the ground. I didn't punish them because they were only following orders.

Davina knew I had arrived, but she didn't stop hurting me. I opened the door and saw her on top of a man. The two of them were enjoying their intercourse, not caring that I was watching them from the doorway.

"I'm Duncan Bayhill," I said.

"What? No!" Davina exclaimed.

"King of the Moon Night Kingdom, accept your rejection, Davina Haylor, as my mate," I declared.

"B*stard!" the woman cursed.

Davina fell onto her ex-boyfriend's body. She groaned in pain, placing her hand on her chest. Her face flushed red, showing how unbearable the pain was. But I wasn't satisfied until I saw blood.

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