Deimos sighs in defeat. He seems to know what my answers would be to his requests yet he tries without hesitation that perhaps one day I might offer him a different answer.
“Have you not been sleeping, my female?” A soft concerned voice seeps from him as his fingertips reach toward my face to smoothen the prominent dark circles beneath my eyes.
My eyes widening I flinch from his touch swiftly pushing my face away before he could feel my flesh. A flash of fang towards him a low rumble from my chest. “Don’t touch me.”
He immediately extracts his hand away fisting it on top of the table. It possesses a tremble as he regards me again. “Why won’t you let me help you? I yearn to aid you. Kal is much of a son to me as he is to you.” He declares his truth.
“I never said otherwise,” I state.
“Actions speak louder than words, mate. You won’t let me help you or let me see him.” He utters eyes never lingering away from my flesh.
“I neither need nor want your help. I have my beta.” My eyes scanning the food on top of the table my mouth waters. This conversation is the least of my concerns.
“I am his father! Will you separate me from my male because of our differences?” His voice shakes with a fury that wishes to surge and spill.
“I never intended for that. I just needed time. I was going to talk to you about it today. We shall meet in your office to discuss the probabilities when he can be with you and returned to me.” These words pain my soul. Never had I thought this is how we would end up Deimos. Never. What have you made me become?
“What do you mean by this? I do no understand. Are you saying you will split Kal between us?” He questions. Discomfort rises within him. Something he isn’t familiar with. A new feeling for him.
“Yes.” I declare. Having chosen what I wish to eat I go ahead and place the food upon my plate. Bread porridge shall do for my stomach still suffers.
Silence. Pin drop silence shrouds the room beneath its dark veil. Soft gasps rise and cold tension sweeps through the wolves present. I have taken my share before Deimos did. What I have done isn’t merely a small issue. It is blatant disrespect towards the Alpha.
He takes a slow deep breath controlling the emotions that wish to tear out of him, after all, he is a master of control and has proved to me this during the entirety of our relationship. His eyes plunge onto his empty plate but no sound comes from his lips. I have shamed him in front of our pack showing my disregard for his status.
But what I did was show him no matter what, the Alpha in him shall hold superiority over being a mate. Like his decision with that sinful tradition.
In between the tension that floods the room the female of sin walks in. His chosen strides inside greeting her pack members with a wide smile on her face. Perhaps she was the most loved in this pack. She has her seat here, one that she didn’t have to fight for.
“You sent her away for you knew her throat would have been in my mouth, yes?” A question from my lips has the heat of his eyes land on my flesh whilst I gulp down my porridge. The attention on my previous action passed now focused on what I ask of him to answer me with the truth.
“Yes.” He replies. He promised he would answer every question I asked and he abides by it so I use it to my satisfaction.
“When?” A small interrogation has begun.
“After you killed Nadia in that fight.” He whispers. He still hasn’t begun to eat for he thinks he will puke the contents out if he did. He cannot digest anything with the current situation. His mind and soul open for me to see and feel whilst mine is closed and he will never be able to break that wall unless I let him.
“Coward.” A low snarl towards him has him flinch to my thought of him. He protected her. He protected his chosen from his moon blessed.
“I-I didn’t think I would fall… that we would-” The words within his mind swirl in his mouth unable to form proper sentences.
Leaning back upon the chair I fold my hands upon my chest. I tilt my head watching this chosen of his. “The Alpha’s chosen.” My voice booms across the walls as I call her and the wolves stare at me hesitantly. She walks towards where I sit. Her steps are slow and cautious yet she walks with pride.
“Come. Sit.” I open my arms to her indirectly allowing her a seat at my table. A spot easily I give to her.
She sits opposite to me her eyes cast downward as a sign of respect. She offers me a small bow. She is not one who wishes to take my place or compete with me. She merely possesses a role she needs to carry out, this I know by her actions. “Let me look at you.” I command.
Her eyes immediately snap up to meet mine, and I imagine I hear the shell of my heart shatter. No barrier only a layer of pumping flesh remains. She is beautiful, her eyes they could cast spells.
Deimos struggles to breathe next to me. He struggles to face his shame. He struggles to be strong. His facade is falling. He wishes to take no part in what I shall ask him about her.
“Tell me, Deimos. What about this female appealed to you that you wished to take her your chosen? The color of her hair? Her smile? The curves of her body? Or perhaps how her eyes gazed at you?” Am I prepared for his answers? Am I prepared for the destruction it would bring about in my heart and soul?
Deimos has his fist clenched by his side on the chair he sits upon. His teeth grinding jaw clenched his entire being shakes with the weight of my questions.
His chosen shakes visibly as well gulping every now and down afraid of the wrath of the Luna, the pack goes quiet heads bowed at our open duel yet they do not understand as to why I am doing this. “You know it wasn’t like that, Lumina. My father had her ready whilst we were both pups for she comes from a line of chosen’s, I took no part in it. It is tradition. As an Alpha, I must follow this!” He spits words of a mixture of anger and pain.
“Very well. Then I would like to be part of this beautiful tradition as well. I demand a chosen for me.” My head high spine straight. I provoke him pushing him deeper into the dark pit he resides in.
His fist bangs our table with a frightening force that it shakes with intensity and splits the wood into almost two halves. He needs to get us a new table now. The wolves whimper to the aura of fury he possesses. “Must you do this? Must you provoke me?” He snarls.
My appetite is dead I get up deciding to get rid of his presence. “I haven’t even started yet.” With a small sarcastic bow towards Deimos, I whisper “Enjoy your breakfast with your chosen, Alpha.”
Striding out that room with ease not looking back I prepare to find my male. I wonder what he is doing? Is he crying, calling for me? Or is he wide awake staring at my beta with those beautiful eyes that haunt me every night for they remind me of his father?
My eyes find Elriam beneath the tree in a distance, she throws her head back and laughs whilst she rocks him side to side. Perhaps come action of my male spurred her laughter. Kal loves to be rocked it is his favourite activity.