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Chapter Seven – His Venting
Chris’s POV
A week passed.
The maid who ran to inform the Black Rose Pack had reached them within two days. It made me wonder–was she a spy and not just an ordinary maid? Why else would she think of reporting to another pack? There was an infamous rumor that the Black Rose Pack kept spies in the packs of their allies. They usually never involved themselves in matters of my pack, the Alpha King’s pack, until recently when my father sought closer and better relations with them. Their only contribution to our pack so far had been allowing Rihanna to become Beta–and that had been ruined. This situation had my anxiety shooting through the roof.
“Chris, haven’t you opened the letter?” My father’s voice boomed through the hall. The letter from the Black Rose Alpha had been in my hands for hours, while my mind wrestled with how to bear the consequences of its contents.
I placed it on the table. “No, I haven’t.” How could I? It could be a verdict to never approve me as Alpha King The Black Rose had that kind of power.
My father stood close to me, his hand resting on my shoulder. “You are my son, but you mirror your mother all the time.”
I raised my brow at his remark. What did he mean by that? I was nothing like her. Sighing, I tore the letter open and read it.
“The Alpha of Black Rose is straightforward,” I mumbled, my forehead creasing. The Alpha had outrightly spelled out my fears, in a more demeaning manner than I had assumed. They declared that I wasn’t worthy to be their Alpha King because I deemed myself unworthy of my mate and returned her to the moon goddess. The Alpha made it sound as though I had killed Rihanna.
My father glanced at the letter and a smirk appeared on his face. “Alpha Gail is quite blunt. She shouldn’t forget her place.”
I turned to him, confused. The Alpha of the Black Rose Pack was a woman? I turned back to the letter, rereading it. In the final part, she mentioned that her son would be coming to our pack. I rose from my seat and began heading toward the door. “Jake Justin will be arriving soon.”
“To do what?” my father asked behind me.
“Another fear I had,” I muttered. Jake Justin denouncing himself as the representative of the Black Rose Pack to us. The problems caused by Rih’s death were piling up, and I wished things had happened differently.
“Alpha, there’s a guest in the training room. He’s with three warriors and is asking for you,” a maid–Sasha’s mother–hurried to tell
- me.
I quickened my pace, tightening my grip on the letter in my hand. The training room was filled with our young warriors, all gathered outside.
“Where is he?“. I asked one of them.
He bowed and pointed inside. “He’s with Beta Ray. We were commanded not to enter.”
A sigh escaped my lips as I slowly walked into the room, closing the door behind me.
“Well done, Alpha.” Jake Justin’s voice echoed in the empty room. He had the same mocking emphasis on “Alpha” that Rih had used that day.
I walked in with my head held high. I wasn’t proud of my actions, but I wouldn’t lose my respect or my right. “Welcome, Jake. It’s a
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long journey from Black Rose To here. I wonder what the issue is?”
A smirk tugged at his lips, and he glanced at Ray, who was asleep, h head resting on a table. Ray had been in this pathetic state ever since her death.
“Well, I heard one of your Betas died and came to check on you. She was your mate, so I know how hard it must have been for you.” He feigned a look of sympathy.
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