Chapter 82
Chapter 82:
“Alpha Christian,” he called, walking toward me with a grin on his face—the same grin my mother always wore.
“I’m Alpha Gotham, the Alpha of the Redmoon Pack p>
“I’m glad I will be a grandfather soon, and I’m glad it came from you. Now I can go to my pack knowing fully well that my daughter is now your wife and she is in safe hands. From now on, you have the full support of the Redmoon Pack,” he said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, looking shocked.
“Your mother is in a better position to explain it to you, but would it please you to hear that I am the Alpha of the Redmoon Pack and Sheela here is my only daughter p>
“I want you, as her man, to try your best to keep her safe and avoid provoking my wrath. Any harm that comes to her will attract my anger, and that will be something you don’t want to see,” he said, patting my shoulder before walking away.
I ended up digging my own grave. The Alpha of a pack detested by every other pack, and my mother put me in their hands. She is happy about this.
“My Lord, when is the wedding going to happen?” one of the elders asked.
“Get out of here, every one of you,” I muttered, making them look at each other in surprise.
“But p>
“Get yourselves out of here if you don’t want your heads rolling on the floor!” I yelled, making them scamper away to safety.
“Shout all you want, Alpha Christian. I won’t have my daughter have her baby out of wedlock, so brace yourself and do what you should as soon as you can. Your time is ticking,” he said before walking away.
I yelled, scattering everything I had wasted my time arranging. This was meant to be the best night of my life—the night I was going to propose to Amira. But now, it’s all ruined. Everything is ruined. I walked to my room slowly, like a dead man who was miraculously still walking. I guess even the pack will be in shambles now, and the company I had been trying so hard to bring back to its feet would also fall. Everything is going down. If I become a shadow of myself, I guess that would make my mother even happier.
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“What’s going on here?” I asked, staring at the maids who were moving in and out of my room freely, as if it were theirs.
“Oh son, I asked them to move your bride’s things into your room. She needs proper attention now that she is carrying your pup. You have to monitor her well and know how your pup is developing,” she said, smiling.
“On whose permission?” I asked, making the maids stop their movement.
“I ordered them to do that because that is what should be done,” she replied.
“Why not get married to her yourself? That would make things even better, don’t you think?” I asked.
“She is now your wife, and all we need to do is choose a date for you both to get married. She has to move in for the sake of the p>
“Get those things out of my room!” I yelled, glaring at her.
“Right now! If you don’t want to have your heads and that of your families rolling before you, take those things out of my room,” I ordered.