"You have to be kidding . Why do I have to be the one in danger? Since you’re so eager to break off the bond, you go and try to die in my place."
His complaint was only t with silence while the two blocks of wood continued to read sothing in the papers in front of them.
Unable to watch them still sitting there so peacefully, Zen tried again, raising his voice a little. "I am not going to beco the victim. This is a total misuse of power of being the older! I am only a few minutes younger than you two but you keep making things difficult for !"
Still no answer. He huffed and then stopped and with a hand on his hips, glared at the two again. "Lance and Kael, I swear, I am going to challenge you two to a duel. And then we’ll see who is not strong enough to protect themselves and who needs Emira to save him instead!"
Once again, all he received was silence. Zen sighed as he slumped onto the sofa, rubbing his face in frustration as he tried to change tactics. "I don’t understand why you have to be such a marshmallow! As a Crown Prince, as a Supre Alpha, are you not ashad of yourself? You even took Emira into your ’special’ room to tell you her plan, and in the end, you still ended up giving more and receiving nothing in return!"
Finally, Lance glanced up from the papers he was reading. But the mont he opened his mouth, Zen wished he could stuff it with a whole cloth and beat the shi* out of his brother.
"She looked too beautiful, all tied up and bejewelled. Like art coming to life. How could I refuse her?"
Zen groaned loudly at that. He threw his head back against the sofa and glared at the ceiling, wondering if he was the only sane person left in this entire place. The worst part was that Lance didn’t even look embarrassed. Kael did not even look up.
And Zen was left with the feeling that no matter how much he complained, he was still going to be shoved straight into danger because, apparently, that was his fate as being the youngest. He had to do the grunt work. He sighed! If only his baby self had been able to see the future before he was born! He would have pushed aside these two and co first. Now see what happened because he was not competitive.
Finally, Kael spoke up. His voice broke through the room like a slow-moving wind. "We are not even sure what Emira is planning," he said as he placed the paper down. "Everything we are saying is still based on guesswork. And all of it cos from that prophecy you showed us, Zen."
Zen stopped mid-grumble. Even though Kael had said the truth and without any guile, he felt the bla fall on top of him. And then Kael continued, "In the vision, the slave bond had already been broken before the night of the golden moon. We all saw it. We just don’t know what causes it. We don’t know how she’d do it. We don’t know what thod she would pick."
Kael went on, "Then, since Emira kept insisting she wouldn’t stay inside the cabin after today, and since tomorrow all the guests will arrive... this is the only window she has. Today is the last quiet mont before the pack lands beco full. If she wants to try anything, it has to be now. That’s why we assud she might attempt sothing today."
Zen wanted to argue again, but he couldn’t. The logic was too clean. So, with nothing else to say, he could only glare at Kael," Nobody with think that you are a mute if you keep your mouth shut!"
Kael snapped his mouth closed and rolled his eyes at his brother. Considering Zen usually spoke a year’s worth of words for Kael, it really was the pot calling the kettle black.
"And," Kael added, glancing between Lance and Zen, "all three of us have the sa intuition. That you will be the one she targets. Otherwise you would not be pacing like a caged wolf here."
Zen threw his hands up. "Great. Fantastic. Love that for . She chooses to mark you but to use as bait! Hmpf! "
Kael ignored him. "The only question is how."
Zen inhaled deeply and admitted, "Yeah, okay. Fine. I’m just venting." He leaned forward, elbows on his knees and raised the next problem that they had no perfect solution to. "But there’s sothing more important we need to talk about."
Zen said quietly, "If the slave bond breaks... there’s a chance Emira might discover that ’she’ is our fated mate."
The air thickened.
This wasn’t a new fear. It was sothing all three of them had thought about separately but avoided bringing up again because none of them had an answer.
Zen continued, "What then? What do we do when she realises it?"
The three sighed in unison. Well, that was the problem that had them pouring over these scrolls with urgency. Even though they had found out about how to break the slave bond in so of the old files, they still didn’t know how to hide the mate bond from their fated mate.
"She won’t like it, that is for sure. Especially once she realises we knew and hid it from her." Lance finally exhaled and leaned back. "It’s why I made her promise that night. That co what may-her revenge, her past, anything- we will always be her first choice. That she would co to us before she chooses to hurt herself or destroy everything. We can only hope that she will rember the promise."
With that said, Kael and Lance both turned back towards the scrolls and Zen, sighing for the nth ti, walked away from the room. He needed to go and play the ’damsel’ in distress so that Emira would have a chance to save him.
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