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Reluctantly, he let go, dropping me on the floor. I clutched onto my neck, swallowing as much air as I could in tears.
“You will spend the rest of the night here, serving your punishment.”
He stared down at me like I meant absolutely nothing. Casting one last glance at me, Killian stormed out of the dungeon, leaving me in a dark and cold space by myself again.
I curled up on the floor, shedding tears. After a while, the wooden door squeaked open, and a plate of food was tossed inside. I finished my food, waiting in silence. These were the worst hours of my life, being locked up by my own mate. I slept for some time, even though my body seemed very much alive the whole time. It was a sleep full of my usual nightmares, which made me wake up scared all the time.
The wooden door opened again, allowing a ray of sunlight into the room, accompanied by a familiar face. The young woman I met outside the castle.
“Hello, do you remember me? I am-“
“Brielle,”
I said, recalling her name. She gave a small smile.
“The Alpha asked me to take you to your chamber.”
I stood up on my feet, quietly, without saying a word. Brielle led me out of the dungeon.
I was finally escorted to what looked like my own chamber. Brielle locked the door, looking at me thoughtfully. “Oh, my lady, why did you pick a fight with Thea? Didn’t the Alpha tell you?”
“About his lover? No.”
I shook my head, truthfully.
She sent me a pitiful look. “Well, that’s it. Thea is like the Alpha’s most favorite person in the Castle,”
I felt a pain in my chest.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I just wanted you to know that he cares deeply about her.”
I could barely form a word.
“I’ll run you a warm bath, my lady, and after that send someone to fetch some food for you. Meanwhile, if you need anything, just let me know, my lady.”
She hurried past me, but I stopped her, holding her hand. “Thank you. And please, call me Naomi.”
She smiled. “Alright, Naomi.”
She went to the lavatory, and in a few minutes, she was out. She was about to say something when a knock came at the door.
A young lady strutted in. She looked younger than me, with black hair that framed her heart-shaped face perfectly.
“Ah, this is Riannon, and she’ll be serving you,”
Brielle informed me.
The young girl smiled, bowing her head in respect. “At your service, my lady.”
“Please just call me Naomi,”
I said, feeling uncomfortable with formalities.
She smiled, glancing at Brielle. “If that’s okay, my lad-“
She paused. “Naomi,”
“And I’m going to call you Ria.”
“By the way, the Elders are here,”
Ria said in haste, turning to Brielle.
The Elders? As in the Council of Elders? Every Alpha in the North was a part of the Council, including the Alpha of the Crescent North Pack, Killian, my mate. The Council was a circle that consisted of several supernatural kinds, each having a representative within the Council. The Council Elders are the oldest wolves and represent our kind in the Council.
I looked at Brielle, whose frightened eyes held mine, then at Ria.
Why are the Council Elders here?
Third-person point of view
Killian was training with some warriors at the training field on the east side border of the pack, which was a distance away from the witches’ quarters within the pack. He stomped his feet into the ground, gesturing the warriors to charge at him, and one after the other, they lunged at Killian. His eyes gleamed brightly, indicating his wolf, Ryker, was sharing partial control with him. In a flash, one by one, Killian pounded on them and thrashed them against the dusty earth. Xavier was behind him. His claws were extended, almost on Killian, but he caught him just in time, pinning him to the ground as well. That was close. No one had been that close to gutting him whenever they trained. Killian knew part of the reason was that he was distracted, and he hated every bit of it.
His eyes went hazy, he was being mind-linked by his beta, Allen. Killian pulled a hand up in the air to halt the warriors, connecting with Allen.
“What?”
Killian grunted in his usual deep and husky voice, unable to keep his frustration and rage at bay.
“You need to come to the castle at once,”
he spoke with urgency.
Killian furrowed his brows, alarmed. “Why?”
“It’s the Council elder wolves. They are here,”
Allen replied in haste, making his body stiffen.
The Council elder wolves? A flash of rage stalked his amber eyes.
“Why were they here?”
Killian asked in silence, not getting any response from his wolf, Ryker.
He left the field for the castle and found Allen in the hallway of his office, waiting for him, along with Mason, the head warrior of his pack, and also, his best friend.
“They are all inside,”
Mason notified him. Killian went inside with his Beta and best friend strutting behind him, finding five elder wolves from the Council seated in the office. Killian reached for his chair, taking a seat with Mason and Allen on both sides of his chair. “And to what do I owe your visit, Elders?”
Killian went straight to the point. He was in no mood for pleasantries or beating around the bush. They were here for a reason, and deep down, he could guess as much.
The Council elder wolves were high-ranking members of the Council courts and were highly respected among the werewolf kind, due to their long existence. The Council was a circle formed by various supernatural types, each of which had one representative in the Council. Every alpha in the North was a member of the Council, and the elder wolves represented their species. The Council was formed solely to ensure peace within the supernatural realm and protect the interests of every kind.
“From the coldness laced in your tone, we are getting the feeling that we are not welcomed in your territory, Alpha Killian.”
Killian leveled his gaze to meet Elder Nell’s, who spoke, leaning deeper into the chair. His words didn’t surprise Killian at all. Elder Nell and Killian never got along.
So, Killian didn’t bother masking his true feelings. The Elders’ presence here in his pack simply spelled trouble that he was damned sure he wouldn’t fancy. But nonetheless, he spoke up, holding a frosty, short smile.
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