Chapter 51 FAMILY TIES
ALISANDER'S POV
He’s a wolf, that much I can agree on.
He's also very tall and nearly meeting Alpha Ragnar’s height.
And Alpha Ragnar's seven feet tall.
His silver hair shone in the light with deep sea blue eyes staring at me with distaste.
The stranger is dressed rather stylishly and simple with accessories that screamed of old money.
And an odd thing to note is that he smells of pine.
Huh.
That was a rather uncommon smell for most wolves.
He stops his approach three steps inside the room because he's assaulted by the smell coming from me.
His nostrils flare as he takes in the scene in front of him: me, naked and sprawled across the bed, reeking of sex, slick, and Ragnar all while looking at him without a shred of shame.
And I wouldn't be ashamed either, he's the one that decided to enter without knocking.
His lip curls in open disdain as his blue eyes rake over me like I’m something foul he just witnessed.
“Who are you–?” I start, my voice rough from sleep and the earlier moans I pulled from I and Sebastian’s throat.
“So you’re the wolf responsible for distracting the Alpha of this pack and causing unrest everywhere?” he interrupts my question.
His tone is laced with contempt that drips like venom as he scrutinizes me. He doesn’t move closer, he's just standing there like he owns the room and the entire damn pack house.
Like everything here is his by right.
The nerve of this old man.
I sit up slowly, deliberately letting the sheet slide just enough to tease but not fully reveal my nakedness. No point in modesty now.
Sebastian would jump into a ditch and end himself if he saw what I was doing.
And there's no point in me hiding what I did anyway, the air is thick with the evidence of what Sebastian and I did to ourselves, including the smell of Ragnar.
I’m still naked, but I drag a corner of the silk sheet over my lower body like it’s a casual afterthought for me just barely covering the essentials.
I let him see the bruises blooming on my thighs and the faint red lines from bites that haven’t fully healed yet.
I let him know exactly what’s been happening in his... whatever he is to Ragnar.
Elder? Mentor? Some high ranking elder with a massive stick up his ass?
I don't care.
It doesn’t matter to me.
As long as he's not Ragnar, it doesn't count.
If this was Sebastian, he would be cowering in embarrassment by now, pulling the covers up to his chin, with embarrassment and apologies written all over his face.
But Sebastian’s still out cold in the back of our mind, floating in that post nut haze I deliberately put him in to shut him up. Good.
He’s too soft and too caring for this kind of confrontation.
I’m not.
I was an Alpha who once commanded respect with a glance and even challenged the supremacy of the moon goddess.
Even trapped in this Omega shell, that fire inside me hasn’t died.
It's simmering, waiting for moments just like this.
I tilt my head and give the stranger my most insolent smile, the kind that Sebastian would never make.
Hell it's like that child is a saint.
“And you are?” I drawl as my voice starts dripping with challenge. I continue with a hint of mockery.
“Because last I checked, barging into the Alpha’s private quarters without so much as a knock makes you the intruder here. So who the hell are you and what are you doing in Ragnar’s bedroom? Looking for something to gossip about or just here to gawk at me?”
The man’s eyes widen as those blue orbs of his start flashing with outrage that borders on explosive.
His nostrils flare wider, inhaling the room’s scents even further as he splutters and holds a fist over his nose.
“You dare question me, boy?” he thunders, with his veins bulging in his neck.
“Clearly, you're not the security of the Alpha's bedroom, you're just some lowly Omega lounging on the Alpha’s bed like you belong there? Do you even know who you’re talking to? I could have you thrown out of this pack house with a single word!”
I lean back on my elbows as if we’re discussing the weather, my legs shifting under the sheet to cause his eyes to flicker down.
Let him see I couldn't give a shit.
I've once told the moon goddess to go fuck herself.
“As a matter of fact, I am indeed the guard in charge of protecting the Alpha’s quarters. Assigned personally by Alpha Ragnar himself. So yeah, I get to question suspicious old wolves who waltz in like they own the place.”
He looks like I just slapped him in the nutsack.
“Now tell me who you are and why are you here? Or do I need to call the real guards to drag you out on your ass? Because I’d definitely pay to see that.”
He scoffs a harsh sound that bounces off of the marble in disbelief.
“You are protecting the quarters?! From the Alpha’s bed Naked and reeking of him like some mutt who’s been rolling in his sheets all day? Is that how you do your job?”
He scoots away clearly tired of how I smell. “You’re looking pathetic just laying there. You’re the distraction everyone has been warning me about. You've been distracting him with your body. Get out of his bed before I make you.”
Heat flares in my chest but not in embarrassment, but of pure unfiltered anger.
I sit up straighter, the sheet slipping a fraction more and showing off a hip marked with Ragnar’s fingerprints.
“Better from the bed than creeping around like a thief in the night, old man. You look suspicious as hell, sneaking in without a word.”
“And if you wanted to meet the Alpha, you could’ve scheduled a proper meeting in his office like a normal wolf with legitimate business. Instead, you're barging into his private space and accusing me? You're the suspicious one here.”