Chapter 208
But they did nothing.
They simply couldn’t.
Each and every Alpha in the room, tense with uncertainty of what to do, glanced at one nother warily. There’s an unanswered question in their eyes of who would be brave enough–maybe even foolish enough- to stop him but none dared to intervene. The bulky mass of their bodies tight in stillness. Muscles meant to protect, taut, but useless against the enraged Alpha before them. Cade seemed to be the only one considering to help but one
giance from me and the barely noticeable shake of my head stopped him.
“You want who back?”
His question would be unanswered, Dixon could hardly get a word out through his choking
and feeble attempts in getting Raizel’s hand off his neck.
It was chaotic.
The wolves from Nightwake, mostly the males, shot up from their seats looking ready to aid
my father but Emerson, Weston, Noah and Isaac already let out vicious snarls that halted
them to their positions. Our side and their side stared down one another, none thinking ta
blink should the fragile strand of order snap. The animosity of their gazes could cut through silver.
Williams sat rigidly in his chair as he passed his heavy gaze around the room before they
finally, inevitably, lingered on me. If I was in the right mind, I would’ve taken a moment to
read his expression, to see his silent plea asking me to handle this as professionally as
possible unlike my infuriated mate. Though the mutual anger from Dixon’s demand was
touching the surface of his control, he still had his position to uphold.
If I was in the right mind, I would’ve diplomatically handled this.
I’d make it a private matter instead of blasting this whole issue in front of other Alphas and their respective Betas, Gammas and Lunas.
But I wasn’t in the right mind.
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I tore my gaze away from him, slowly passing my attention around the room full of wolves all watching me and laugh.
I threw my head back, shutting my eyes for the briefest second and laughed.
My laughter is the one thing that reaches Raízel’s ears as he snapped himself out of his fury to look at me. Red eyes lay on me and the clouding anger I felt pulsating from our bond from his side swindles down. He relaxed enough to let go of my father, allowing him to hit the ground on his side hard, the sounds of his gasping and wheezing the only thing that uld be heard in the room. My mother was quick to run to him, helping him up as he rubbed his throat with a wince, palming at the -surely bruising- column of his neck. Raizel
still didn’t move, his firm, muscled body towered over my father like a brick wall but his attention was on me. I knew should someone make even the slightest wrong move, blood would be spilt.
I lift my hand to him, watching how his darkened gaze fell to my outstretched hand and
smiled.
“Come.”
A burst of warmth bubbled in the pit of my stomach when he wordlessly followed, slipping his hand in mine before leaning down and effortlessly picking up the chair he’d knocked over with his other hand and setting it down. He settled beside me, his anger subsiding
beneath the incredible amount of self–control he had managed to cloak over himself. I
could feel his tenseness, opting to run my thumb across his knuckles as a means to sate his
tension. His wolf was barely below the surface.
He slid his hand away all of a sudden, deciding to rest his palm on my thigh and squeeze before taking my hand to rest it above his.
I’ll handle this.
។
I tell him. I waited for his breathing to regulate before finally looking back to my father
who was now standing with the help of my mother and sister. He watched me, pale blue eyes trained on my expression and it took everything inside me not to snap again. So with a slight shake of the head, I cocked a brow at him and leaned my chin on my knuckles,
“Return to Nightwake?”
I mused with a smile,
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“Now why on Earth would I do that?”
“You’re our Luna! You’re supposed to be with us!”
A man, looking around Benicio’s age steps up, his tattooed arms letting me know he’s one of
the pack warriors. It took me a minute but I suddenly remembered his face. He was one of Harrison’s guards during his reign.
His eyes are hard, dead–set on my figure with a gaze heated enough to ruffle Raizel’s fur
gain. He let out a warning snarl, the sound reverberating in the room and his hand around my thigh tightens.
The male cowered back, but his eyes were still stubborn and unyielding.
Some nerve these people had.
The progression of my anger grew second by second but I refused to low myself to act out.
I refused to give these people the satisfaction of frazzling me to the point I lost my cool.
They weren’t worth it. I was better than that. There was no need to put myself to their level.
“Rightful Luna? Am I hallucinating, Isaac?”
I turn to Isaac whose scowl burned into the wolves of Nightwake,
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