Chapter 7
Gemini’s POV
My door fell open to an angry Glavin-
“How dare you come close to my sister after the humiliation you caused her?” Gavin’s enraged voice threw me off balance.
His eyes burned with an intensity I had only witnessed once in my life. The day I was embarrassed and bullied by one of those rich seniors at school.
Despite knowing that Tony had people of authority ready to side with him, Gavin fought him to the last, making sure to teach him a good lesson before having to go for a non–negotiable one month suspension,
He did that all for me, and without regrets,
And here he was again, his fist clenched as he faced Pierre,
Gavin had been harbouring this intention ever since he learned about how unreasonable Pierre had been the day I caught him in bed with Dora.
Gavin’s eyes blazed with anger as he charged at Pierre. “You think you can just hurt my sister and get away with it?” he growled, his fists flying.
I tried to intervene, but Gavin was too far gone, “Gavin, stop! Please!” I begged, grabbing at his arm.
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And of course, he shook me off, his focus solely on Pierre. Pierre tried to defend himself, but Gavin was relentless. He punched and kicked making sure to pour out his anger and frustration.
I was terrified, Gavin could get in serious trouble for this. He could be banned from the pack. But he didn’t seem to care.
Just when it seemed like Gavin was going to kill Pierre, I remembered my mom. She was the only one who could stop Gavin when I couldn’t. She had gone for night duties where she supervised the guards at the border and I doubted she would pick up my calls. But either way, I pulled out my phone and dialled her number.
I heard the piercing sound of her cellphone which brought me to the realisation that she had left her phone at home,
“Shit!”
Due to how weak my wolf was, I couldn’t use a mindlink either. This was one of the moments where I cursed my wolf’s disability.
I ran back to my room where Pierre was about to get devoured. I expected him to fight back but he wasn’t. He only protected his face from getting harmed by Gavin’s merciless fist.
Gavin delivers a vicious kick to Pierre’s stomach, causing him to stagger backwards.
“Gavin please that’s enough, you don’t want the whole pack to gather here and witness this.”
Gavin’s eyes blasted with rage as he kept on walloping Pierre. I tried to intervene again, grabbing at his arm and pleading with him to stop. “Gavin, please! That’s enough! You’re going to get in trouble!”
But Gavin was beyond reasonable. He shook me off again, his focus solely on Pierre. I stumbled backwards, losing my balance. I fell hard on the floor, my elbow cracking against the hardwood.
Gavin’s rage–filled eyes flashed towards me, “Shit?” He cursed.
His eyes locked onto mine, and I saw the rage clear from his expression. He rushed over to me, his face etched with concern. “Gem, oh my god. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
He gently lifted me into his arms, cradling me like a child. I winced in pain, my elbow throbbing. Gavin’s eyes filled with tears as he apologized again and again
The window fell shut and I figured that Pierre had used the opportunity to escape.
My gaze turned back to Gavin who was still pleading with me, his eyes filled with regret. “I’m so sorry, Gem. I was just so angry. I couldn’t control myself”
I reached up and touched his face, trying to comfort him. “It’s okay, Gavin, I also wanted Pierre to suffer, but not at the expense of your freedom. You know you could get banned from the pack for this, right?”
Clavin’s gaze remained firm. “I don’t care, Gem. I would do anything I can to protect you. Anything. No matter the consequences”
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7.59 PM
Chapter 7
Sleepless and heart–aching were the sequence the rest of the night took. I only found sleep a few minutes to dawn. But as fast as it came, it disappeared, thanks to the chocking aura that had enveloped my room.
I rubbed my eyes severally with the back of my palm, stretching my limbs. I let out a massive, jaw–cracking yawn, and… accidentally let out a loud fart. I was mortified. The sound was embarrassing, even for me.
I opened my eyes to the white ceiling and then proceeded to sit up. And in that moment, I realized that I wasn’t alone in the room. Seated on the chair across from me, with a neutral expression on his face, was Asher – the Lycan King.
My heart sank, and my face burned with embarrassment. I quickly scrambled out of bed, trying to compose myself. “Your majesty, what are you doing here?” I stuttered.
His expression remained neutral, only that he wasn’t looking me in the eyes. His gaze was fixed on my chest.
I pulled my blanket over the free white top I was wearing, covering my pointed nipples. Only then did his gaze return to me.
“Get dressed, we leave in ten-“
I nodded hastily, still feeling embarrassed and self–conscious about my morning flatulence. “Y–yes, Your Majesty. I’ll get dressed right away.”
“Don’t be late!” he ordered, his voice low and even, devoid of any emotion.
With that, he turned and walked out of my room, leaving me feeling even more uneasy and intimidated.
I scrambled out of bed, freshened up and began to get dressed.
As I finished getting dressed, I took a deep breath and steeled myself for what was to come. I had no idea what King Asher had planned, but I was determined to face it head–on.
I walked out of my room and found King Asher waiting for me in the hallway. He didn’t even look at me, just turned and began walking away.
“Take her bags!” He ordered his minions.
Sadness loomed over my mom and Gavin and they just stood by the side, watching us leave.
I walked slowly behind as I tried to catch a final glimpse of my family.
King Asher seemed to have noticed and this made him halt, “I gave you enough time for goodbyes,” he snarled, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. His icy gaze swept over everyone, daring them to defy him.
I winced at his pull, my elbow still hurting from last night.
I wanted to run back to Gavin, to bury myself in my mother’s arms and never leave. But the weight of King Asher’s command locked me in place, paralysed by his commanding presence. I could feel his grip tightening around my arm–a silent reminder of the price my pack would have to pay if I dared to disobey,
“I’m so sorry, Your Majesty, but Gemini isn’t going anywhere.”
The voice was calm but unyielding. It sliced through the tension like a blade. All heads turned to the doorway, where a lone figure stood, fearless and resolute.
My heart stopped. No one defied the Lycan King–and lived.
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