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Artem
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I was in my office, just wrapping up a video conference call, when Chay ca storming in. She looked pretty mad at but I was too busy to pay her any attention yet. The deal my dad had made when I ca back to take over the pack was that I had to actually work at the company, sotis at least.
The four of us, Toby, Kent, Morgan, and , we all ca back from school and started this whole process. We managed to take control of the pack near the middle of March of this year. That ans it took about nine months to settle into the company and make my move on the Alpha. It was a longer process than I wanted, but it was done now and that was all that mattered. It didn't help that we stayed in the city at first to get settled into work.
"Artem, are you certain you don't want your father to handle this?" The man on the line was older than my dad, and therefore much older than . He was human, and for so reason stuck on this idea that I was incompetent because of my age.
"George, I graduated at the top of my class, and I have been grood to take over this company from a young age, no I do not want my father to handle this. If you're reconsidering your loyalty to our company we can always find a different distributor." My words were to the point and my voice was firm. I saw the man's face blanche and the light leave his eyes.
"No, Mr. Cooper, I am sorry. You're right. Aries wouldn't let you take over if you weren't ready."
"To be fair, George, I am not in charge yet. But that will happen before the year is over. Now, just rember to treat with the sa respect that I treat you with and we won't have any problems."
"Yes, I understand." The others had remained silent while I reprimanded the old man.
"Alright gentlen, I will compile the information you gave and go over the proposal. I'll be in touch soon."
I ended the call and looked over at my sister where she stood across the room. She was leaning back against the bookcase, her hands behind her back.
"What's up Chay? You know you should knock before you co in when I am working." She didn't answer , she just rocked forward so she was leaning toward and started to walk, slowly. She was really mad.
"You MORON!" She finally spoke just to scream those words at .
I saw her hand swing out and just had ti to register the book she had thrown at . I dodge it just at the last second. Good thing too, it was one of the two, very large, volus of the Spanish Dictionary that our Aunt Criztie sent us when we started studying Spanish.
"Watch out Chay, that could have hurt."
"There's a difference between could have hurt and actually hurts." She snapped at , now just three feet from . I was confused by her words which caused to be slow to react as she swung her other hand. This one held the other volu of the dictionary, which smacked right across the side of my head.
"Ouch!" I yelled. "That fucking hurt."
"See, could have hurt, and does hurt. There's a difference you stupid fucking, moronic, stupid, crazy, idiotic, asshole, GRUH!" She scread in frustration, clearly unable to vent how stupid I was and how mad she was at the sa ti.
"What the hell Ceysa?" I was getting angry at her for attacking out of nowhere. "What the hell did I do to piss you off?"
"You want to know, Artemis? You really, really want to know?" I was afraid to answer that question. Sotis, my sister really scared .
"Yes, you psycho, I really want to know." I finally decided to answer her, though I was apprehensive.
"You scared the shit out of Star." She scread at .
"Who is Star?" I was confused.
"You don't even know your own mates na." She turned away from and started to pace the room.
"What?" I was shocked. "That's her na?" I smiled, it was such a cute na too.
"Well it's actually Astraia Westbrook, but her nickna is Star cause Astraia ans star."
"Really? That's amazing."
"Yeah, well Jay got her to talk, sort of."
"What do you an by sort of?"
"She's only writing out her words."
"Did they do sothing to her? Can she not talk at all?" I felt the concern and worry for her welling up inside .
"No, she's just too scared to talk. She says her voice is the only thing she can control. So she will not talk until she is comfortable with us. She said she hasn't talked to her family either."
"That's sad, but understandable. She's defiant and strong at least."
"Yeah. She also told she hasn't cried or scread in front of them either. No matter what they did to her."
"She was strong enough to do that?"
"Yes." Chay was nodding her head as she answered. "Wait, that's not why I'm here." She snapped at as she paused her pacing. She was close enough to reach out and smack .
"Ow!" I rubbed my arm where she had hit . "Stop hitting you little savage." I growled at her.
"No you asshole. Why the hell did you have to go and scare the shit out of her?"
"I don't know what you are even talking about. How did I scare her?"
"You went and made her think she is just going to be your sex slave."
"How the fuck did I do that?" I was appalled by her words. "I never said anything like that at all."
"You told her she was your mate and she was ant to be with you."
"Yeah, I thought it would make her feel safer, knowing she found her mate."
"You idiot!" Chay scread at louder than she had at any of the other tis before. The panes in the window shook as her voice rose in volu.
I took an apprehensive look around the room, making sure she hadn't broken sothing with that yell. Nope, the floor to ceiling window was intact, the large cherry finished desk was still standing as was my large imposing leather chair behind it. Unless the circuits were fried from the frequency then my computer, cellphone, tablet and TV were just fine. The books on the shelves on either side of the desk didn't spontaneously combust. The guest chairs were fine as were the soft couch and armchairs near the fireplace. And I didn't hear any of the porcelain in the attached bathroom shatter. I was actually shocked she hadn't damaged anything other than my ear drums. Huh, that was good.
"Look. I thought I was doing what was best. I thought if she knew why I wanted her here it would make her feel better." I hung my head in sha.
"You should have tried talking to her first, moron. Then you would have known that that fucking asshole uncle of hers was planning to take her as his wife when she turned eighteen, which is next week by the way."
"What?" I felt my jaw drop. "That was what Howard wanted her for? That's why he would be willing to fight for her?" I was flabbergasted. "I will kill him."
"Cool it Scorch, I don't think he did anything to her, yet."
"I don't care. I'm going to fucking kill that asshole."
"You're an asshole too, cause now she sees you as another Howard and thinks she's a prisoner here."
"That's not what I wanted." I sank into my chair. "How can I fix this?" I looked at her pleadingly.
"It's going to take ti. But you need to be honest with her and give her space and freedom. Don't make her feel trapped."
"I don't want her to feel trapped." I felt the tears start to sting the back of my eyes. "Help Chay, please help ." I begged my sister. She sighed when she saw the pathetic sight before her.
"I know you're a good guy, Artem, and she will know it soon too. But don't try to rush anything, alright."
"I won't, Chay, I promise I won't." I felt marginally hopeful knowing that my sister was going to help .
"Just, don't get in my way of pulling her out of that armor she has herself wrapped in. And do what I tell you to. Got it." I nodded furiously at her words. This was going to be a long, tough road, but I was willing to do whatever it took to make Star know I was not like that asshole Howard.
Oh, and what a beautiful na she had. My little Star.
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