Chapter 47
“Well, where is he?” I asked as I stood from the chair I sat and gestured at Layla to lead the way out of the hall. “Also, where are Beta Marcellus and the rest of my Council?”
Layla glanced back at me, her iPad clutched to her chest as she responded hastily. “I got word from the guards at the entrance of the pack that he just passed the gates with his entourage. They’re coming with cars, of course.”
Well, duh…
I shook my head as we finally managed to step out of the hall and walk down the stairs.
“Oh, and Beta Marcellus and the rest of your council are already waiting for the arrival of the Alpha king and his delegates at your mansion.”
Excellent.
“Then we’ll be heading to the mansion and join them in waiting,” I muttered as we made a turn to the mansion. “Speaking of which, what about my wife? Where’s Odessa?”
I knew very well that the South American Alpha king had his reservations concerning witches, despite his wish to come to our pack to see how well my treaty was going.
He already has a wife who, from what I know, is his mate, so I was quite confused about why he was interested in this method. Would his wife be cool with him marrying a witch as a second wife?
Celine wasn’t exactly pleased when I did that and she’s not even my wife anymore.
“Your wife is still with the trainers within the mansion. She’s just taking a few more rundowns on etiquette lessons now so she should be ready.” Layla reported to me as we finally approached my mansion.
My Alpha council, composed of Marcellus, my uncle, and the Delta, as well as Elder Davina, were all waiting in front of the mansion with serious expressions on their faces.
The seriousness was expected… Our guest today is one of the most powerful Alpha kings on the planet, and whatever scrutiny he has on our pack and how we run things could have an impact, whether good or bad.
“Good morning, people.” I greeted my entourage with a smile while glancing briefly at my uncle, the Gamma. “Is everything set at your end? I haven’t seen a lot of guards in the elite regions on my way here.”
Gamma Zane flashed me a sarcastic smile before he replied. “They’re hidden, my Lord. But they’ll be out at the slightest sign of an attack or–”
“That’s the thing, Gamma.” I interrupted my tone void of warmth. “I don’t want an ’attack’ to happen. At all. There’s no reason for that and your men, the ones I spent a lot of money and resources on, should be up to the task and fish out any possible culprits BEFORE anything happens.”
Everyone was silent as they glanced at the Gamma. He had his jaw clenched but didn’t dare to say anything in rebuttal of my words. Read full story at.net
Seeing this, I smiled and muttered. “Good. I guess you understand me.”
Suddenly, my ears picked up the sound of approaching cars, causing me to tense up before I plastered a welcoming smile on my face.
“Our guests are here.” I blurted, turning around and positioning myself at the center of the group.
A minute or so later, the cars finally came into view, causing me to draw in a deep breath.
The guards in front of the compound gate opened it, allowing the cars to drive into the compound before stopping in front of us.
The front passenger seat door of one of the cars, a black SUV, opened, and the person who stepped out of it happened to be a guard wearing a black suit with brown skin and a stern look on his face.
He walked to the car at the very end of the trail of cars and opened the front passenger seat door, after which the main man of the event, the South American Alpha king himself, stepped out.
He was a man in his early sixties with grey hair and a mustache. Everything about him screamed MONEY.
From the tailored black tuxedo he wore with subtle and intricate emerald-colored wolf paw designs padded all over it to the green bow tie, the diamond-encrusted wristwatch on his left wrist, and the black shoe polished to a fine end.
When the guard opened the back passenger seat doors and his wife stepped out, that only helped to cement my views on how rich this man was.
She wore a floor-sweeping green evening gown with a jewel tone on the material that made it seem like an emerald.
She was in her late fifties and had long black hair.
“Kaelos.” The South American said with a deep baritone voice that reverberated with power as he adjusted his cufflinks before waltzing to me alongside his wife. “Mi Muchacho. Look at you!”
I smiled warmly, and this time it was genuine. “Welcome to North America, Alpha King Leonardo and Luna Queen Reina. It’s been so long, indeed.” I remarked.
The South American Alpha king shook his head with a smile before he stretched out his arms.
To my surprise, he hugged me, causing me to freeze. Something about his hug felt warm and almost… Fatherly.
Luckily, the hug or the fuzzy feelings didn’t last for long as he finally pulled away from the hug and patted me on my shoulder.
“Boy, I watched you grow as a young pup. Don’t be so formal.” He said with a teasing tone before turning to the members of my Alpha council.
They all took that as their cue and bowed in front of him and his wife.
At this point, the rest of the South American Alpha king’s delegates stepped out of their cars, including three men that I assumed were his Beta, Gamma, and Delta, respectively, and an elderly man wearing a green robe with floral designs that I assumed was the spiritual leader of his pack.
“I’m certain your father is looking down on you and is proud of you,” Leonardo muttered just then, kissing his index and middle finger before he pointed them to the sky. “May the goddess rest his soul.”
Hmph… More like looking up at me.
I decided to ignore Leonardo’s words by merely smiling in response before I gestured at my mansion.
“I’ll show you to your suites where you can sleep throughout the duration of your stay. Also, there’s a ball tonight meant to welcome you.”
Leonardo glanced at his wife who placed her right hand on her chest with a flustered expression on her face.
“Es muy gentil de tu parte.” She remarked in Spanish with a warm smile. “You shouldn’t have gone through that stress, boy. A ball would be marvelous.”
I shook my head and was about to say something when I picked up a familiar scent that got my wolf wild.
I glanced back at the mansion’s entrance just in time to see Odessa making her way down the stairs, wearing a beautiful red evening gown with floral designs, and her blonde hair allowed to flow freely.
At that same moment, as she arrived, the spiritual leader of Leonardo’s pack muttered with clear disdain.
“Bruja.”