No More Games!!!!!

Roman POV

At this point, I did not know if I was coming or going. Sitting behind my large desk in the pack office, I was surrounded by King Malakai’s people – a couple of his generals, one of whom looked at me with literal hatred, his healers, Slavic coven witches and my father. Dragana was missing and I felt as if part of me was missing – the chasm of emptiness because of her disappearance not only shocked me, but nearly killed me. I did not understand why that affected me the way it did, but here I am, stuck with these people who apparently can do nothing but argue. Lady Jasmine’s injuries were severe, but her physical body was mending. However, it was her mental state everybody was concerned about and nobody had any real solution to it – we did not know how to bring her back from the veil in between. Then there was Art – my brother from another mother, my childhood friend, and my Beta, who barely survived and from what I learned survived only because Lady Jasmine helped him, even as her own strength and power were wanning.



All this, coupled with the fact that now I had a mate, yet something was wrong with the mate bond, and there was no real connection, resulting in Caleb retreating and being furious about it, rambling about all kinds of nonsense. My head was splitting, and I genuinely did not know what the fuck to do at that point.



“This would never have happened if we were here with Lady Jasmine!!!!!!”, the Slavic witch was screaming at both my father and the Lycan warriors. A diminutive woman of porcelain skin, just like Dragana, hazel eyes and long blond hair, she exuded a power unlike had seen. She also commanded the respect of all witches and Lycans present, and she was not pleased. “Lady Asma”, a Lycan general bowed.. “Please, we did not know.. You know how Jasmine is, she went by herself”..



“She is THE KING’S DAUGHTER!!!” she roared with force that shook the whole packhouse. Standing at 5.4” none of us expected us to see such power from her. I did not understand who or what she was and at this point I genuinely did not care. I wanted Beta Art to live, I wanted Lady Jasmine brought back from whatever comatose state she got into, I wanted Dragana found and I wanted to know who the fuck dared come to my land and cause all this shit show!



“Lady Asma, if I may”, I said, my voice straining. “Alpha King, forgive me”, she bowed and came over and to my surprise kneeled down and kissed my hand. “That is not necessary, we are not that traditional here”, I said, nervous about her actions, not really knowing what to make of them. “Forgive me Alpha King, we were not properly introduced. The situation is intolerable and dangerous and, as you can imagine, there is a lot going wrong and so many things at stake”, she clarified, continuing in her stance, bowing to me. “Please rise Lady Asma, please”, I said, pleading with her.



The room was quiet, which gave me the impression she somehow held the power of King Malakai’s people. Good I thought to myself, as his generals were trigger happy and one of them obviously wanted me dead. I needed somebody to make sense of all this if at all possible, even though none of this actually made sense. “Please get up, I beseech you”, I said in the most chivalrous voice I could muster, given the circumstances.



She stood up, her piercing eyes on me, looking through me as if she could see into my soul. She had a presence about her and if I were a lesser man, I would probably be scared. I found her intimidating but tried to keep my cool and my strength. “You do not understand the whole picture and for that, I apologize”, she said in her strong, yet melodic voice. “There is much at stake and much you do not understand, much your father even did not understand”, she said, looking briefly at my father who had remained steady but silent through the process. “I am Lord Samuel’s wife – his fated mate. I am the Queen of the Slavic witch coven” she now bowed ceremoniously. In turn, I bowed myself, not knowing what to do with this information. “Also, Alpha King, I am Dragana’s aunt. Her mother, Princess Dzana was my sister”, she further stated, her eyes glistening now with tears at the mention of her name.



Before I could say anything, my father jumped up from his seat and fell on his feet. “Lady Asma”, he was sobbing. “You, you… thank you....thank you...”. He was not coherent and was rambling.. She kissed him on the forehead and the whole room looked puzzled. “Jonathan, my friend”, she said, extending her arm, “please, please” she was pleading with him, falling on her knees embracing my father in a hug. And then they cried. They simply cried and I stood there confused and baffled by everything.



“She and Dzana tried to save your brother Michael”, father finally started to explain, trying to compose himself. “They are the reason we even had him for a year”, he said, looking at me with his eyes full of tears. I could feel his pain, and it nearly ripped my heart out. “They are the reason he even stood a chance” he said. I have seen my father cry on maybe two occasions. The display I was witnessing, simply floored me.



“Our family connections are strong, the power of the bond has always been there!”, Lady Asma said, nodding at me, giving me a small smile, as if somehow that was going to explain what was happening and what I was supposed to understand. Nothing made sense! Nothing was adding up. Why was my brother dead if he had the protection of such powerful witches???? Why was my mother dead? And what happened to Dragana? Why are these people coming out of the woodworks now? Where were they to protect her, lead her, teach her all these years??? If I was hoping for fewer headaches, this whole spectacle made sure I got more of it.



“ENOUGH!!!!” Caleb roared, coming forth. “All of you have been hiding things from me, it seems, and now, we are paying for it, without me knowing what is happening!!’ he roared. My anger, hurt, fear and insecurity about this all showcased simultaneously and I was ready to kill if needed be. I saw red and there was no stopping me. I needed to know, once for all, what in the actual fuck was happening to my pack and to my life. “NO MORE GAMES!!! YOU WILL SPEAK!!!!!”