Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty
ALEXANDER’S POV
My stubborn little mate slept on the couch, I watched her. One would think being the daughter of an Alpha meant she was to be protected. She should have been protected.
I also thought her story was a bit similar to one I had heard before.
As dawn broke, I rose from my bed. Her eyes snapped open; she was very sensitive to sounds and also a light sleeper.
“I’ll be back early today.” I informed her.
“Whatever.” She muttered before rolling over; I had a fine view of her ass, which was considerably bigger than many girls I had been with or… noticed. I remembered exactly how she had looked naked. Scars marked her body: one across her chest, another extending to her hip, two on her back, and one tracing up her collarbone. I was furious seeing those scars; I didn’t think they were repulsive to look at, but I hated the fact that someone had put her through pain. I looked away, heading to the bathroom.
My type–what exactly was my type?
Once I had thought she wasn’t that, I thought she wasn’t my type, but now… I saw her in a different light. She was unique and… different. She wouldn’t agree to everything I said like the other women did; she had her self–control,
and I admired that.
My advisors were seated around me. I had known them ever since I became the Alpha at the age of fifteen. I was different, but so was my whole lineage. My father was a Lycan, and I… had become an Alpha and a king at the age of fifteen. Many believed I wouldn’t be able to inherit the throne; some suggested that abled men rule till I was of age, and others believed that without an elder to crown me, I could never be king. I proved them all wrong when I emerged with the crown.
Much was expected of me; many wanted me to be like my father, and many awaited my fall, just so they could make mockeries, and so I couldn’t afford to fail–failure was never an option for me. I had selected the council of advisors, but sometimes I wonder if it was worth the hours and hours of boredom I had to bear listening to them.
“You spoke about an alliance with the Gray Moon Pack.” I spoke up, and they all quieted. Of course, most times I let them do the talking.
“Yes, Alpha, but we have triple of all they have, so I don’t see what we would gain from forming an alliance with them.” Austin says, always wanting to get my attention. He was good at what he did, but he was trying too hard, and sometimes it got… irritating.
“Arrange a meeting with Alpha Grayson as soon as possible I need to have a talk with him.”
Austin nodded before rising to his feet; the rest followed, irritated looks on their faces. None of them liked Austin; maybe that was because they believed he was my favorite.
Alpha Grayson of the Gray Moon Pack arrived in a matter of hours. Of course he needed this alliance; he had more to gain, and also, he could go bragging around that he was now protected by the Nightshade pack, just so he could be… feared.
He bowed.
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Chapter Twenty
“Rise. And do take a seat.” I invited him. He sat on one of the chairs in the meeting room.
“I hear you want to form an alliance with this pack, but I wonder, what do you have to offer?” I asked him.
“I would have said weapons, but you have those; lands—but you also have that in abundance, and so I would offer you something else, something better. Women.”
“I had no idea your pack was involved in slave trade.”
“I wouldn’t call it that. These women are being paid; they weren’t taken by force.” He said, but I didn’t believe
him.
“And why do you think I need them? I mean, I have many willing whores here too.”
“Our pack has the finest; they are skilled.”
I smiled at him.
“Deal. But I have two questions for you.”
