Fated to the war general

Kane's POV

There's something strange about Delilah. She's not like the other wolves I've met. Why did my Alpha command not work on her? Is she under some sort of protection?

I continue to pace about the monitor room, wondering at the new occurrence. No one except the Ultima and my stepbrother can withstand my Alpha commands.

Something is definitely not right with Delilah. And the way she defied my orders - direct, and with so much audacity - it fuels my rage even more.

I look down at the CCTV camera footage. There wasn't even the faintest glow in her eyes when I tried to compel her.

"Xavier! Xavier!" I call out to one of the omegas working for me and he runs in. I want to test my powers on him but an omega is an easy target. "Call me Nora and my beta, Ezekiel."

A few moments later, Nora and Ezekiel are standing in the room with me. I face Ezekiel who is unaware of what I'm about to do. I speak to him. 

"Leave the army quarters and stay in the pack house for tonight. Uh... Stamp your right foot three times, spin twice, and leave."

Immediately, there's a golden glow in his eyes and he starts doing exactly as I have commanded.

When he leaves, I turn to Nora. "My powers can work on Ezekiel but not Delilah? It's already past midnight. I need answers. Now."

"We aren't sure yet why she resists your commands but we know for certain that it has nothing to do with you. She's the different one."

"Of course, I know she's different. What makes her so? That's what I'm asking."

"Okay, Sir. We are yet to conclude with our findings. If you would give us extra time..."

"Nonsense!" I cut in on her excuses. "I have gone on over ten missions today. Do you know how many rogues I've had to capture? Did I give excuses to the Ultima? You had since the morning hours to do this. What have you discovered so far?"

Nora lets out a faint sigh. "She lost her wolf months ago. It should explain why she isn't responsive to your commands. Her mother was banished for being a warlock, and there are no records of her father or siblings."

"She really has no one?"

"Yes sir, she's all alone."

My mind flashes back to the time we took her from her pack. No one tried to help her out or speak for her.

"Don't tell her anything about her identity, especially how she's wanted for a crime we're not sure she committed."

"Yes, sir, I'll report that she's held captive here in our prisons."

"No, don't say a word to the Ultima. No one else except me, you, Ezekiel and the doctor knows she's here."

"What about her pack members? They saw us take her."

"There was a deception that we drowned her in Silver Lake. They were looking for her body there after we left."

Nora nods in understanding.

"Set up CCTV cameras in the guest room and send her over."

Nora looks surprised. "Sir, here? To your quarters?"

"Yes, and do it tonight," I reply and start walking away to my personal room when she calls to me again.

"Sir, is it safe? The ultima declared her dangerous."

I let out a sigh and turn to her. "Are you saying I should be scared of my prisoner?"

She immediately shakes her head, "No, Sir."

With that, I leave for my room. The security camera is fixed and Delilah is brought to my quarters.

The doctor has already left to come back in the morning and Nora has retired for the day. I'm alone with the woman who is driving me insane.

If the Ultima is secretly looking for her and she is immune to my powers then she must really be something. I watch her from the CCTV camera as she roams about the room. She badly wants to escape, but the room is sealed all around.

She moves desperately into the bathroom and comes out frustrated. I made sure nothing that could be used as a weapon remained in there with her.

Throughout the night I continue watching her intermittently. Most of the time she stands at the window, looking outside through the glass. Sometimes she sits down and begins to cry.  She doesn't sleep until four in the morning. That's when I slip into her room.

In the dimly lit room, I can see her body moving with the rhythm of her breathing. She seems to be deep asleep, so I assume it's safe to move closer to her. She doesn't sense my presence. I'm not supposed to be here when she's sleeping but I can't help my curiosity

She has refused to change the red gown we captured her with. I suspect there's something she's hiding within it. I carefully search one of the pockets of the dress and find nothing. Just when I'm about to check the second, she shoots her eyes open and looks at me.

Immediately she scrambles up the bed as her breathing flares up. "Why are you touching me?" She asks fearfully. "Is this why I'm here?  You want me as your personal slut? Oh my goodness. I've never been brought so low. I can't be a sex slave."

My eyes widen in alarm as she holds the bedsheet over her chest.

I take two steps away from the bed. "I have no such interests in you, Delilah."

"Then why are you here in the middle of the night, sneaking into my room and touching me. Please I can't do this. I've never known a man in my life. I've not even met my mate."

I hate to think that she's right. I would've given this a second thought before sneaking up on her like this. But I desperately needed to search her in case she had a protective amulet or something.

I can't stand the thought that someone like her is immune to my compulsive power.

I want to turn around and leave. But I won't let my prisoner have the belief that I want her for personal gain, and a sexual one at that.

With a determined look, I take two steps closer to her bed. She tries to shrink herself as she looks downwards.

"You are way beneath my standards, Delilah. I would never conceive the thought of being intimate with you. Never."

For the first time, I study her face closely under the glow of the moonlight seeping through the windows. I hook a finger underneath her chin and her eyes meet mine. Immediately, a red colour shines through her iris, and a wave of energy flows through my body.

My lips part in surprise. I shouldn't be reacting to her this way. I want to speak but I've lost all force in my voice.

No, this can't be. I had given up on finding her. But here she is, my mate. Delilah is my mate.

My wolf, Alexander, stirs. I have never felt him this pleased with anyone.

"Come on, let's have her. No one would know," he urges within me.

"No!" I say outwardly.

A crease forms between Delilah's eyebrows, her full, well-carved eyebrows, bordering those beautiful dark eyes she has.I shouldn't be thinking of her like this.

But my eyes trail down to her lips and further down to her chest. For the first time in a long time, I'm aware of the fortitudes of a woman. Alexander fights to take over and fulfil his desires. The more we stay within close proximity, the more I lose my willpower.