(Alnilam)
Travelling without Jamina’s help took a lot of ti. I have gotten so used to using her magical abilities that this seems like hard work.
A persistent ache remains in my heart. Amaia’s thoughts won’t leave alone, no matter what I try to think, she seeps in like an addictive mist occupying my very existence.
How am I going to survive this?
My horse clip-clops, reaching near Amaia’s forr pack. The two sentinels accompanying , remain behind.
The border guards take a bow seeing .
"Your Grace!"
"I am here to et Alpha Tarian. Take to him." They don’t question or hesitate, they know better and instantly obey.
I climb down from my horse and march forward. One of the guards takes it away.
It’s a small pack, with wooden, barricaded fences and energy crystals to keep the monsters and creatures out.
The residential area is on the left side, while the community buildings and Alpha’s residence are on the right side.
I do wonder where Amaia used to live when she was here. I have to visit her room, maybe I can take so of her stuff to her.
It feels like the pack has seen a decline since my last visit. I can see litter, flowering bushes are covered in dried plants.
A horn is sounded announcing my arrival and by the ti I get there, Tarian and his Luna are standing outside to welco .
Big smiles covering their lips, now that I have an idea, they appear fake. Due to my last visit, everyone knows I am the heir to the throne.
"Your Grace! What an honour." Tarian and his Luna bow to .
Snow howls in my head. "So this is the worm who took Amaia’s virginity. I am going to have fun, tearing him limb from limb."
I exhale. "We are not here to kill anyone just to gather information."
"What brings you to our small pack?" He asks, keeping that smile going.
"I would like a word alone." My gaze wavers to his Luna, who is tightly holding his arm.
She gulps, a slight terror passes over her face and I realise my aura is leaking out. Snow is extra pissed, and he doesn’t even want to glance in any female’s direction who is not Amaia.
"Of course!" Tarian presses her hand. "Why don’t you have lunch prepared for the Prince while we chat in my office?"
Giving him a nod, she walks away.
Turning around, I tell my sentinels to wait. They obey and remain outside.
Tarian holds the door open for , leading towards his study.
Pausing outside a dark brown wooden door, he throws it open, welcoming inside. I have been here before with Jamina so it’s not a new place for .
Sa old furniture and look, apart from far more alcohol bottles stacked up on his desk and tables.
Does he drink away day and night?
"Please, have a seat." He offers the leather sofa and I perch on it, facing Tarian.
"Can’t I wipe that ugly smile off his face? Just one swipe of my paw?" Snow keeps pestering . He hates the man because he has touched Amaia.
Tarian picks up the glass decanter containing amber-shaded alcohol.
"May I pour you a drink?" He respectfully asks.
"No, I don’t drink." A surprise passes over his face, his eyebrows raised. But he puts it down.
"Anything else I can offer?" But I shake my head at him.
"I will not beat around the bush and get straight to the point. I am here to speak about Amaia."
Colour drains from his face and I see the ball in his throat moving.
"What about her, Your Grace. She is dead to . She decided to run away."
Leaning back on the sofa, I place my arms on the armrest.
"Alpha Tarian. I will ask only once and would prefer for you to be truthful with ."
Quickly, he nods like a scared weasel.
"Did Amaia reject you or was it you who rejected her?" I ask in a calm but authoritative tone.
He reeks of fear at my question. Snow can detect it. Soone who has nothing to hide will not be so afraid.
Last ti I didn’t observe him so keenly because I didn’t know Amaia was my mate. But today, Snow and I are observing every single movent of his.
"Your Grace! Like I said before. She is an extrely cunning woman. All she wants is to rise high. She never cared for even though I accepted a re human as my mate."
Little does he know, she is not a human but a very powerful Fae. I stay quiet and watch him make a mockery of himself. The way his cunning eyes move, and the nonsense he utters.
From all my interactions with Amaia, I know how deeply she cares. She put her life on the line just to save us, while this man, who was her mate, is saying she didn’t care.
It’s ti to get the truth from him. Getting up from the sofa, I thrust my hands in my attire’s pocket and take two nacing steps towards the twat.
"Snow, hit him with your aura," I tell my wolf.
Snow is more than happy to oblige. He is waiting for this opportunity. Normally it’s considered rude and is frowned upon for Alpha werewolves to use their aura on other wolves. But, at this mont, I don’t care.
Snow blasts him with a force, my magic mingles with it. It hits Tarian straight in the chest making his body jerk for a few seconds. His eyes roll back, making him fall to his knees and exposing his neck to in submission. His teeth clatter together, and his eyes bulge out as if soone is choking him.
"I. Asked. For. The. Truth," I emphasise every word. Bending down I bring my face closer to him, "Alpha Tarian," I mockingly say.
His mouth opens in horror as he begins to speak in broken words but they are clear to .
"I....I reject...ed her. We were attack...ed and I left her there... after rejecting her so that she will... die and I will... get a mate of my...choosing."
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