Chapter 57
Walking to the throne room, Alpha Bashir was wearing his heart on his sleeve. He had never been summoned like this and the fact that his hosts had decided to meet him in the throne room, went to show that there was something urgent that needed to be talked about, something that they needed to work on, and this was the only place they could figure it out. Were they going to send him back to Mirza? Were they going to make him pay for the disrespect last night?
“Hello your Highnesses,” the Alpha greeted courteously when he reached them. The King was seated on his throne, a familiar sight for the Alpha King Miroslav looked as majestic as ever, while he wore his cold expression, the one that got people hiding at the mere mention of the darkest mind alive. Bashir knew the rumors about Miroslav being the one soul that even the dead wanted alive, were true. He had witnessed it first hand and all he could do at the moment was hope th everything would be alright. So many things didn’t make any sense, but this was not one of them.
On the queen’s seat, was his best friend; a woman he had fallen in love with at their worst. Maybe that had been what fate wanted, but then he had fallen at a time when no one had the guts to accept their reality as it was. A time when pain was part of their lives and yet Ralph had always tried to live through the pain. She had never once complained about it, nor had she tried to make a run for it. All her tribulations, she faced them all had on, so it was understandable that Bashir found the only woman who was never scared of anything, attractive.
Today, there was a crown sitting pretty on Ralph’s head, her royal robe was on her, while she sat majestically on her throne. She looked so powerful, she was powerful and no matter what happened she would always be that powerful Bashir watched the blank face she was looking at him with and he was instantly filled with regret. Yesterday had been foolish, but would he always be haunted by a decision he wouldn’t wish on anyone? If he was being real right now, he knew that there was much for him and Ralph to talk about but then Ralphine Belyaeva was slowly getting out of his reach.
“Have a seat, Alpha Bashir,” Ralph said, her voice monotone and chilly, you would think that she was walking in the freezer.
Bashir watched as her lips moved, like she was stating something He could see how plump her lips had gotten and he could see them swollen. Her lipstick was smudged and her crown was a little tilted to the side. Anyone wouldn’t notice it, but Bashir wasn’t just anyone. He was the man with a crush on the royal queen who knew and saw the little things. He had known her way better and right now, he could see that the duo had locked their lips barely seconds ago, watching each other out as the world could burn and they wouldn’t give two shits about it.
Maybe Bashir was so obsessively in love with the queen that he knew every little thing about her. He was calmly watching the royals but his heart was clenching with anger at the realization that she was enevrg@ign to choose him. She was never going to be his, and fuck, that haunted him. However, as he looked at her, he hoped that maybe there would come a day when she would look at him the way he looked at her, that she would want him like he wanted her, that she would stand up for him and not for him, for Miroslav. It was a pipe dream for many, but this was what he had to deal with.
“Thank you, your majesty. May I know the purpose of this meeting?” Alpha Bashir asked, as politely as he could muster. He knew that Heion was suspicious of him and that it was just a matter of time before they went to investigate him. Bashir didn’t care what they found on him, as long as that shit didn’t make him look bad in front of the queen. He couldn’t lose her favor, not that he had it. Whenever he was with the queen, he couldn’t afford to go ten steps back. So this was just him hoping. Hoping to get more good news
“We are to discuss the formalities of the treaty,” the King said and Bashir visibly relaxed. Hell, even the King saw how his slumped shoulders finally relaxed. It was like the Alpha had been waiting for some bomb to drop on him, but then what bond would that be, when the only thing he had hoped for his entire life was now here before him? With the treaty, the alpha could come to Asmoria as often as he could and no one would stop him, after all, the Amoria Lycans never sent away their Lycans.
“However, before that, we want to know what you know about the rogue warlocks who attacked the borders a few months ago. From what I understand, the Mirza pack is a home to most of the supernaturals. Your pack is limited to just werewolves alone. You even have rogue Lycans there. So, did the warlocks come from your end? Was that why they decided to shift sides when they realized that Kalph was the Lycan queen?” King Miroslav asked coldly and the Alpha sighed.
Things were just getting more complicated the longer he was in storia, but then he couldn’t go back home without a treaty. His people needed that treaty. Hell, he needed that treaty for something very important. It was like his little stack of gold in the reservoir and he had to make sure it was safe before be made a move. But then at this rate, with Heion suspecting
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him and the King making assumptions that sounded like accusations, Bashir knew that he had to be an Alpha before he was the boy with a massive crush and love for the Lycan queen of hearts.
“Is that an accusation, Miroslav?” Alpha Bashir asked as he looked at the King and his queen.
“Is that an admission, Bashir?” the King retorted and Ralph stared at the duo disbelievingly. She didn’t know much about what had happened, so she would wait and see how the sign would deal with this. She hated wars, but then it was easier when things were prevented instead of heading right into war and having to ruin people’s days, right?
“You didn’t answer my question, Your Highness,” Alpha Bashir sal with disdain in his voice. He hated being accused of things and while the situation was completely out of his control, he needed to figure out a way around all of this.
“Are you sure that everything that happens in Astoria is because of Shehzadi?” Alpha Bashir asked, targeting the King… was well aware that all the lines had been crossed already and if it wasn’t for their titles and their people depending on them, the two of them would have already made their way onto the battlefield and fucked each other up.
Ralphine was staring in silence and she could see the rage in both Miro and Bashir’s eyes. It was something so intense that she was shocked by both men for the first time. She wasn’t sure whether the King had ever interacted with Bashir to get them in that cruel state. There is more to the tensions and Ralph knew better than taking credit for being the prettiest queen who would get the Alpha males into a flight for her. She was no Helen of Troy, but this sure was starting to feel like it. What the fuck was she supposed to make of this?
“I’m so glad you brought that up, Bashir. Maybe then she can know you for what you have always been, an unloved little shit pining for the scraps of love that everyone leaves. I eat if I told you I would give you the treaty without asking for anything in return you would worship me, wouldn’t you?” the King mocked and Ralphie facepalmed. However, this time, she was keeping her distance. If the boys wanted to fight, then they could do it. She wasn’t going to stop them, given there was enough tension between them that was born to explode sooner or later. Perhaps there would be a justified way out of the
iness.
“I thought your perception of rogues changed since you crowned one to be your queen, but I guess, only she gets the privilege of not being looked down on by the great Miroslav Ibrahimovich, right? If you have something to say about my you if it’s not about the treaty. pack, be a man and spell it out, otherwise, I still don’t see the need for me to be here before You can keep your damned guest rooms. I already made myself a different shelter,” Bashir said and Ralph chuckled. She had known her best friend was pretty, but just when she was about to win the ultimate game of pettiness, the Alpha found a way to beat her to it. Well, she couldn’t stop him now, right?
“And for someone who runs a pack of unhinged rogues, you sure have some nerve. We can go on like this for an entire day, but I just let you know that the entire Mirza is surrounded by Asmoria warriors. They are led by the high guards, just in case you have more questions. Your answers here today will determine if there will be a pack for you to go to, or if you will be our on the streets like the mad dog that you were born as. Which is going to be, Alpha Bashir?” Miro asked, stressing out the last bit as if to rub it into the Alpha.
The Lycan King was angry and wanted answers, and right now with what he had said, he was bound to get answers or he would end up ruining one of the packs that was considered the strongest like the Lycans. But then again, there was no race stronger than the Lycans. Not even the warlocks and that made it even more disappointing to think that the alpha had come to Asmoria barely months after the rogues had come with different intentions.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Alpha Bashir said and this time the warriorscattered around the throne room just shook their heads. This Alpha really was playing with fire. Maybe he was thinking that Miroslav was called the devil just because he was a ruthless Lycan leader and someone who protected his people with everything. But was that something that the laugh wanted to sign out right now?
“Careful there young Alpha. You must do well to remember that the realm fears me, not because I am the King or even my father’s son–They fear me because of who I am. Even without the titles, I am as dangerous. I don’t give a shit about your people, but I need answers on why the fuck you thought it best i come and attack my Kingdom when my queen was here, not to mention the stupid threats that the rogues made, barely days before my queen was kidnapped by Drescher,
for
“You might want to think very carefully, Bashir. I am a man of my word; today I swore to burn your line Mirza to the ground if you lied to me so much. I can play all day and don’t think your bestie over here will save you. She’s mad at you, so many things but that’s between the two of you. so, shall we gel to it or do you need me to remind you why I am the devil
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the dead didn’t want in the afterlife?” the Lycan King asked and Alpha Bashir grumbled. He had never been defeated like
this.
He knew that Miro hadn’t lied even once and he knew that this mad King would do whatever it took. How the fuck was supposed to explain that the rogues had come on their own, and that he had been informed of everything by the most unexpected of people?
he
“Polina Rostova. She came to me with a deal and I couldn’t deny it. We didn’t have the treaty and your Lycans were so close to lynching us.” Alpha Bashir began after a long silence and Ralph just sighed in disappointment. She had been expecting something else, but then it seemed like everyone would always have a price on them. Damn.
“Continue,” the Lycan King said.
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