Chapter 18
Chapter 18
Callahan
The meeting was going for an eternity and I longed to get out of the meeting room. But it was important that I stay there.
A few select alphas were seated across the large conference room along the huge oval shape table.
I was seated on the far right while the alphas were all seated on the left, huddled together in a group for me to clearly see
them all.
“King Callahan, the smaller packs are getting very restless after the last rogue attack. The news spread through the kingdom like wildfire.”
I kept twirling the paperweight with my hand on the table, deep in thought.
Another one added, “Yes, your majesty. They are quite shaken and restless. We have also received news that the rogues are trying to lure the smaller packs in joining them.”
I raised an eyebrow at that.
“And do what?” I asked as the alpha suddenly straightened up to have received my attention.
He leaned forward and began narrating excitedly. “Rumor is that the rogues are threatening the smaller packs to join them. and instigate them against you. If the smaller packs dont listen, then they try to lure them by promising wealth and luxury after…”
He trailed off, but I probed, “after what?”
He gulped nervously. “After the curse takes its effect.”
I let out a mirthless chuckle. “So after I die. Good to know”
They all fell deadly silent, and the alpha would not even look at me.
My gamma, Elijah, who had just returned from a special
trip I had sent him to, tried to intervene. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.
“My King, this is not a joke. We have to find a cure soon and also silence these rogues.”
While we were discussing this, the door to the meeting room flew open. Drusilla stepped in and looked straight at me, her hands on her hips.
“Are you going to let me have that ball or not?”
She added, huffing like a mad bull. I squinted my eyes as she looked around and only now realized that she had walked in on a room full of people.
The alphas all stared at her as she lowered her hands and spoke in a low voice, “Uh, I am sorry. I thought it was only Elijah and Matteo here.”
However, the bird was out of the nest.
“Ball?”
“Are we having a ball?”
“Is that the mate ball?”
The alphas began discussing excitedly within themselves, and I shook my head. These so–called warriors and brave men who had been discussing killing rogues just a minute ago melted at the thought of having a ball.
I raised an eyebrow at them. “Were we all not thinking about how to silence the rogues?”
The alpha who had been talking to me spoke again when the others signalled him to be their spokesperson,
“Uh, well, Miss Drusilla has a very noble idea. If you instruct the packs in your stern and commanding voice, they will only listen half–heartedly. But, if we have some sort of event, it will make them feel welcome and show them that you are truly listening to their pleas.”
When I did not instantly reject the idea, he added, “Plus, it will be a good chance for us to find our mates. Some of us are still waiting to find a luna. The smaller packs will automatically feel more loyalty towards you than rogites.”
1 slammed my hand upon
the table, “There will be no mating ball. Do you all think of nothing except mates?”
The alpha immediately crouched back and tried to disappear into the chair. A few threw helpless glances to Drusilla, who
tried to intervene.
“Uh, your…your breeder wants to be a part of the ball too. In fact, she even wants to arrange it so that everybody gets a chance to mingle.”
Breeder? I did not have any breeders.
Drusilla shrieked like a little girl as I stepped out of the meeting room of my office and headed straight to her room.
The door to her room was closed, so I knocked, but there was no answer. After knocking again and waiting for a while, I slowly pushed the door open.
Had she just tried to run away? I remembered how she had tried to walk toward the hospital door of her room but collapsed on the ground after a few steps.
Was she hurt?
She was nowhere to be seen as I stepped inside and looked around. And I was about to call her name when she stepped out of the bathroom… wearing nothing but a towel.