Chapter 37 Claims and Boundaries
Xander
A sleek, red porsche 911 pulls up to the front of the mansion, and stepping out of the car is a tall, burly man decorated with tattoos peeking out from his neck and his shirt sleeves. His piercings glint in the sunlight as he trudge up the short steps.
He pulls of his glasses, revealing mono-lidded sharp grey eyes that twinkle with a certain level of mischief.
"Your Highness," he greets, bowing his head and stretches out his hand.
I take it. "Alpha Diego. I'm glad you made it," I say, then turn to the woman beside him. She's of average height with long black hair, her green eyes are cold and empty. Something about her makes my wolf's hackles rise but I suppress the feeling.
"Your Highness," she courtesies.
"Miss Lyra," I'm not sure who she is but seeing as she came with Alpha Diego, she must be important.
I turn to lead them and his two guards inside.
Diego Duran, the Alpha of Blood Moon Pack in Mexico. He's been rumored to be an egoistical playboy who wants nothing to do with a mate. He lives the typical lifestyle; parties, clubs, women and whatnots, and as the only heir to the alpha role, his family had a hard time keeping him in check while growing up.
I only believe what I see and it's a damn good thing he takes his role seriously.
We settle into the Royal Court room and start our discussion.
"Thank you for having us, your Highness," Alpha Diego begins. "There's been an unusual spike of uprising by the rogues in Mexico and some other neighboring countries.
Intel has it that they've spread their stations and infiltrated more than twenty countries now and are more insistent in their goals to overtake existing packs."
I think the information over for a few moments. "Have there been any records of casualties so far?" I inquire.
"Yes, your Highness. A total of a hundred and fifty-two packs members have been murdered in total and we've managed to capture and kill three hundred and eighty-seven rogues altogether," Lyra is the one who responds this time.
Fuck.
As much as the rogues are more disadvantaged than we are, it doesn't ease the pain of the loss of our own any less.
"We need to find the source of this insurgence. Who's backing them up or leading them."
"Yes, your Highness," they all chorus.
"Gather as much help as you can and we'll do the same here. Forge new alliances, buy more ammunition and even sought out witches and warlock if we have to. We need to put a stop to this before they alienate us all," I dictate, my voice taking on a dangerous edge with the unease coursing through me.
Then we move on to outline the most powerful packs, their possible strengths and weaknesses and whether or not they're worth joining hands with. Next comes the witches and warlocks we'll consult.
Even though magic is our life base and one that flows through our blood, witches and warlocks and werewolves have been enemies for centuries and will probably continue to be so. But there have been exceptions where treaties are made or, rarely, mate bonds are formed between the two different species and they're also bound to find a way to keep the peace and balance.
"I know one who'll willingly help us," Lyra informs and we all turn our attention to her.
"What makes you so sure of that?" I ask skeptically, not being able to imagine one who will help us without hesitation.
"I've known and trusted them for more than a decade and we've become allies in such a short amount of time. I ask that you trust me in this, your Highness."
If what she says is true then a witch warlock on our side is an added advantage. I'm just curious as to why she's referring to the person as 'them'.
"Alright, Lyra. Get in touch with them and let us the conclusion between you."
"Yes, your Highness."
A few hours later and we round up the discussions, setting a future date for us to meet again. The location is undecided until then.
We're just leaving the room when I catch sight of Vanessa and a group of the other maidens of the pack.
She must have just ended her first Luna Training Etiquettes Class, seeing as she's exhausted. She's dressed elegantly in a sapphire, heavy satin long-sleeve dress that moulds to her form perfectly and the memory of how that body felt in my hands resurfaces and my cock starts to thicken under my Royal robe. I narrow my eyes slightly and the smirk tugging on the corner of her lips.
What is she up to? Or rather, what has she done now?
As if sensing eyes on her, she tilts her head in our direction but what I don't expect is the look of utter shock that crosses her features. Her blue eyes widen and her mouth opens as if she wants to say something but closes it immediately.
Patricia, the maid assigned to her, races up to Vanessa and whispers something to her ears. She says something back, too quiet for my supernatural ears to pick up. her eyes looking unsure. But she nods and they both walk away.
A low whistle startles me out of my pondering. "That is one fine specimen," Alpha Diego blurts, biting his lower lip.
I face him. "What?"
"The lady in the blue dress, who's she? I don't mind–" I pick him up by the collar and slam him against the wall, he wheezes. I was right, he's all beef. I'm stronger.
"I dare you to complete that sentence," I sneer, my wolf ready to rip his head off.
"You're related? Sorry, I-I–"
"She's my bride," I growl.
His eyes widen comically and he starts to sweat profusely. He knows how much of a crime it is to lust after a woman claimed by another Alpha, especially a Royal.
"Your Highness, I ask for mercy. I didn't know, I'm sorry. Okay? I'm s-sorry?" he pleads.
"Now you do. If I see you even within two feet of her, you're a dead man." I toss him to the side and he gasps for hair. "I'll see you in the next meeting."
The others bow, then immediately turn to help their Alpha who's still struggling to breathe.
Surely, I hadn't been that rough.
I storm off, legs stomping into the ground at the rage coursing through my body.
The next person who so much as looks at her won't be forgiven so easily.
That's a promise.