Fighting for Fate

Chapter 8

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Alpha Dastien Argint's point of view-

I had been in Romania for over one month now and I still hadn't gotten anywhere with my father. I was currently scarfing down the delicious food that the short, plump chef had made. My wolf was anxious and antsy. He didn't like behaving so submissively because in all actuality he was way more dominate than my "all powerful" fathers. Truth be told I don't know why I hadn't all ready stormed out of the room. Oh yeah, because I was starving from all the working out I've been doing.

This had been my schedule everyday since I landed in Romania. I would wake up, eat breakfast, argue with my father, go to the gym, the forest, really anywhere I could to blow off steam from said arguments, rinse and repeat until the day was done. This was not why I had come here. To argue with father. No. I came here for mom. It had been several years now since her all too early demise and while I completely understood and felt for my old man, and when I say old I definitely mean old, he had been becoming more and more insufferable every day that went by.

He should have passed as well soon after his mate had died but he kept himself alive for the pack. He was currently the Alpha of the largest pack in the world. And that's were I play in.

"Son this is a direct order. You will take my place." Silly old man thought he could order me around.

"Uh, sorry Pop, I don't think Dastien could here you over his loud disgusting chewing. I swear to God if you chew like that one more time I will not only leave but punch you so hard in the jaw you won't be able to chew for weeks." My sister Rachel said through gritted teeth and a glare. If there was one thing she hated it was loud chewing.

"Oh I could hear him just fine. But thanks for your concern little sis." I smirk at her and she just rolled her eyes and continued eating. "Father, my answer is still no. I am perfectly happy with my pack in America. And, although you are my father I will not stand for idiotic power trips."

"Son, who am I going to give this pack to? I can't lead anymore. Without your mother, I just-I just can't hold it together anymore. Something big is happening soon and I'm not fit to lead through the upcoming trials."

I stare at my father and although we look unnervingly similar there is something on his face that is not on mine. Desperation. And a brokenness that only comes from loosing half of your soul. You can see it in his golden eyes. You can see it in the way his hair falls limply without life, and in the fading laugh lines around his eyes with matching yet more prominent wrinkles between his brow from stress without relief. You can see it in his clothing that hangs from his sunken body. I hoped that I would never have to go through this pain.

"Rachel is almost as powerful as me, train her for a couple of years and she'll make an amazing Alpha. In fact I can do you one better. I'll train her."

Rachel chokes on her food and I almost laugh at her facial expression. She looks mortified but I know my sister. She would be a great Alpha. And for some reason it feels kind of right. For as long as I can remember I've had this feeling that I wasn't meant to rule in Romania. I love the country but it was never meant for me.

"Dastien, I swear to God-"

"We don't have years, son! They need an Alpha now!"

"Well, I'm sorry, but I must decline," I knew that I needed to be serious now, no more playful Dastien but big bad Alpha Dastien, "you want my advice? Put Merc in charge until Rachel is ready to take over." I say referring to my fathers Beta. My father sighs and looks in adoration towards my sister. Almost an exact replica of my mother and the complete opposite of my father and I.