Chapter 13

He sighed frustrated.


Perhaps Ciara could give him a word of advice on how to woo his mate.
Although he had left the managing of the pack in Ciara's capable hands needed to see his pack for himself.


Soon he told himself soon.


He got up and opened the door leading out of his chambers and went to Cassandra's chambers and he saw her doing her correspondence just as he expected.
His pile of books had been put away.
Given the way their last conversation was he hesitated at the door.


"Are you coming in or not."
She said irritated.


He smiled relieved anything even irritation was better than cold indifference.


He went in picked out books placed them on each other and sat.


"You could have atleast told me it was him you were going to choose."


"To what result?"


He blinked surprised.


"You actually answered me."


She raised a questioning eyebrow.


"Its just that I usually have to keep talking for about an eternity before you even notice me."


"That's not true. Not even logical. And I always notice you."


"As much as you try not to?"


"Yes."
She answered honestly.


"Do you notice him?"


"He is there is he not?"


"Not in that-"


"Its getting darker by the minute, we best get started."


And she turned her attention back to the papers.

He watched with lazy interest in the tall grass as the deer to grazed on green pasture. His six feet black wolf form was predator and the oblivious animal was prey.


The circle of life.
He locked in on his target and lunged, the deer looked up at the sound suddenly realizing the danger tried to escape but it was too late.
Alexander's teeth locked in on its nape and effectively ripped off its head with one tug, while wishing the deer was another creature, a mate snatching fool of a man.


DameinfuckingBuchanan.
"Fuck!"
He groaned or rather howled - since he was still in his wolf form.


For the rest of the previous day after Athena appointed him as her assistant he clinged to her like a bad smell, making the only time he was able to be alone with Athena was when they were doing correspondence, and with all due respect to those that invented it but reading drafty boring letters to her wasn't going to do shite to help his cause.


Another thing was that people have started speculating that he and Athena were mates -not to their faces of course, just hushed whispers circulating faster than fire on dry grass - 'it's bad enough to have a female Alpha but to think she's taken up with him.' 'why I hear that she's pregnant.'


It's was enraging enough that this was coming from females, aren't they supposed to support their gender or at the least not spread fake rumours - very fake rumors since he hadn't even the chance to get her pregnant.


What had him ripping of the heads from unsuspecting animals that make the mistake of falling in his line of sight was that those rumors were in her precise words ‘upsetting things’ and that apparently upset her - though like all other emotions she didn't show it - and he didn't need her upset or in any mood that did not bring her running to him, or maybe running was pushing it, - he couldn't picture Athena in any form of discomposure- walking to him, and at the rate things were going she wouldn't at a pace of a sloth, come to him.


He needed ciara's advice, and he needed to see his pack.
But he didn't want to leave her, so he just had to stop killing way too much deers than is necessary for dinner and figure out what to do about his damned problem.


Dinner was held for the first time since the death of the previous Alpha at the huge dining room on the equally huge dining table.
Athena naturally sat at the head, then the aging beta next on her left gamma next to him then her own newly appointed assistant on her right, the rest of the people were honorary werewolves who are deemed worthy of dining with the alpha.
All were making small conversations except for Athena and her assistant. Damien was most likely thinking of the most effective way and the next thing to do to run the pack so he had a good enough excuse. Not she. She had been trying to spot if any of the foot men bringing the trays of food would happen to be that nuisance and flash her a grin, the idiotic grin that made her warm. She can barely believe she was thinking of him and wanting to smile. She needed to deal with him and his cursed ring she instinctively ran her fingers over. Just like the rumours going around he was a disruption in her plans and to her greatest irritation, her head.


"My king, if I may ask,"


One of the men on her left side of the table started.
She gave an affirmative nod.


"When do you plan on conducting the crowning ceremony."
He asked.


"In two full moons."
She let Damien answer.


The ceremony was one she would have rather dispense with but Damien insisted. To these people an alpha is not truly one unless after they've passed through all the ceremonies and rituals.


Though most alphas do this as quick as they could, Athena decided until after almost two months - when she was sure Alex will be gone - besides she had other pressing matters, like the investigation of her father's death and the fact that who ever did it might be out for her blood too, though it made little difference since the whole pack would happily watch her head roll in needles all except Alex. And Damien she reminded herself.


She was aware that the questions being aimed at her like arrows laced with poison were not the ones they truly longed ask and Damien the indestructible shield he was, kept redirected the arrows smoothly.


She rose and everyone else followed in tow and then bowed as she left the table for the library, back to her father's mostly blank dairy.


Sixteen days left he was running out of time.
Alex started at the ceiling growing increasingly agitated and unable to sleep, he had to think of something or he'd lose Athena forever.