Sky’s POV
“So you are telling us that she has no idea what you are to her?” my father asked calmly in my office. He was sitting on a chair while my Beta stood next to me behind my desk.
“Not only that, Dad, she seemed as if she had no idea what she was or if she was hiding it purposely. When two of my pack members were harassing her at the fountain, she did nothing. You know how dragons are when they get upset; they never back down or let someone walk away freely. Then I was so happy I had met her that I thought less of the situation, but now that I am thinking about it seriously, it doesn’t seem right or make much sense,” I answered honestly.
“That rather seems odd,” he whispered.
“So will you let her know what you are to each other?” he asked.
“Of course I will, as soon as possible. You know how I have been waiting for her for years. I just hope…” I trailed off and then sighed heavily.
“What? Are you worried that she may not acknowledge you as her mate?” he asked seriously.
“To be honest, I am nervous and a little scared of that. We are too different to begin with. I know our kind mates with whoever the moon goddess gives them, but is it the same for them? I know they do accept bonds, but those who do usually do it with their own kind. It’s rare to hear of them choosing someone different. Also, that’s not the only thing that concerns me,” I answered.
“Whatever is bothering you, you can confide in me,” he said softly.
“It seems she has someone for whom she has feelings. It was so obvious that she couldn’t even hide it. What’s worse is that he looks like me or is similar to me,” I answered, then frowned when his face turned pale and his expression turned cold.
“Dad, what is it?” I asked seriously.
He stood up and then smiled.
“That’s an insane story she told you,” he said, then chuckled nervously.
I stood up and gave him a murderous look.
“My mate is and will be respected,” I warned.
“I didn’t mean to disrespect her, but look, son, even if her story is the truth, I’m sure you just have a few similarities with that man. After all, this world has people who look very similar to us,” he said, and then looked at my Beta.
“I believe Riff has something to report to you, so I’ll take my leave,” he said, and then walked to the door quickly.
“Won’t you meet her?” I asked when he grabbed the door handle.
“I will meet her for breakfast in a few minutes,” he answered, and then rushed out.
“Riff, is it just me, or did my father seem as if he is hiding something?” I asked seriously.
“Not only that, Alpha, he looked as if he was running away,” he answered.
He was right.
My father loved to converse with me, and he stayed longer whenever it was in the morning. Seeing him leave after mentioning what my mate had said didn’t sit well with me.
“Riff, I want you to dig into the past. We both know things that we were told, but there was never a time we researched or looked into the stories we were told. Like, why did the witch create a shield around our pack and seclude us from other territories and packs? Packs do have alliances, yet we have none. If I do get to ask my father about it, I am very positive he will tell me that we are strong enough; that’s why we never needed one, and that, to me, would seem a little off. Look into the matter and confront the elders of our pack about it. Use my name if you have to,” I ordered.
“Yes, Alpha,” he answered and then walked out of my room.
I looked at the laptop on my desk, then brushed my hands through my hair.
My father was definitely hiding something. He had a way of twisting his answers and, at times, changed the subject of our discussion. I was allowed to ask him anything, but when it came to the pack’s past, he avoided it completely.
“Alpha, I believe the Luna has woken up,” one of the Omegas assigned to Harley reported through the pack’s mind-link.
“Attend to her carefully and make sure you watch your mouth. When you are done helping her prepare, bring her to the dining hall where we will have breakfast together,” I ordered.
“Yes, Alpha,” she answered in a respectful tone.
The she-wolves attending to her were ordered to stand outside her room from as early as four a. m. to ensure they were of service immediately when she woke up. I wanted them to make her so comfortable that she would agree to stay in the pack for a few more days.
I stood up from my chair and walked to the open window, thinking hard about what my father could be hiding.
“Do you have any idea what he might be hiding from us?” I asked my wolf.
When a few minutes went by without him responding, I chose to let him be.
I looked at the pack’s surroundings calmly and watched as a few pups ran around happily. Some warriors were sharpening their weapons in the training field, while some she-wolves were moving around and chatting.
My pack was always so peaceful and united. Although I was at times very strict and unfriendly, I made sure they never lacked in any way.
A peaceful place to call home was what I ensured every pack member had.
“I will need to sleep early today,” I muttered to myself.
I failed to sleep last night because I couldn’t stop thinking about my mate. I was a little exhausted even now, but I chose not to show it.
Was it always this hard to stay away from a mate?
I wanted nothing but to lie beside her and hold her in my arms. That’s why I visited her room late at night. I was praying to the moon goddess that she would be a deep sleeper. I was hoping she was already asleep so I could hold her hand for as long as I could; sadly, she was awake and seemed to be on high alert.
I didn’t want her to be scared or to think of me in a negative way. That’s why I told her I was checking up on her. Well, it wasn’t all lies because I really wanted to check up on her and, at the same time, find a way to spend my night in that room.
Even now, I had the urge to be there in her room, talking to her and seeing how the she-wolves were treating her.
“I’m pathetic, aren’t I?” I asked my wolf silently.
“No,” came his response.
He too wanted exactly what I wanted; I could feel it.
“At breakfast, let’s do our best to impress her,” I whispered, and then closed the window.
I really was going to do my very best to impress a woman for the very first time in my life.