The Protectors Trial

22. Tensions

Chelsea POV

We scampered up the steps, I wanted to make it back to the apartment unscathed. no disruptions.

Hitting the top of the stairs, the sickly smell of campfire and freshly roasted marshmallows surrounded me in a thick bubble, my nose could take the sudden scent causing me to sneeze.

Uncontrollably.

As we came face to face with the new Head of the Protectorate, DuVaunt.

"Ahh, young novices correct?" His voice was like velvet sheets, a cocky smirk graced his lips mocking us, but his eyes studied us as they flicked back and forth between us. He perched himself in the hallway blocking us from our destination.

I held my breath and clenched my fists at my side looking at Loey for the first time helplessly.

"Correct Sir," Loey snapped, my eyes focusing straight ahead I learnt quickly not to look into the eyes of an Alpha, especially this guy with the huge ego complex.

"Names?" He said cocking an eyebrow.

I opened my mouth the talk, but the words seemed to disappear. I stared up at him trying to speak but unable to.

"Castile," Loey jumped in nudging my ribs encouraging me to speak, "Frost, Sir," I spoke a little louder than intended, and even added a salute, unintentionally. Could have not done the salute.

"Frost, what would a few novices like yourselves be doing in the head trainers' housing?" He eyed us suspiciously.

"Well Sir," I cringed, "we are actually heading a little further down to pick up some things," I fumbled over my words.

He surveyed our bags, "I very much doubt that," he took a step forward inhaling deeply then stepping to the side out of our way. "Novice Frost, your shirt is too large and unprofessional, I never want to see you wearing it again, try to at-least have some pride in your appearance."

His words were sharp and harsh, Aria whined at his devaluation of us, it pained my heart.

Slowly he waved his hand encouraging us to go further. Loey looped an arm around my shoulders ushering us away. I felt my bottom lip wobble, slipping us through the door Loey quickly locked it.

"I wanted to punch him," Loey whispered lowly as she scowled over at me as I unlocked the door quickly. Slipping into the apartment I made sure to lock the door, did he know? I started pacing and the movement became melodic a constant rhythm.

There's no way I would have a second mate this quickly, my hand moved to the fabric covering Marcel's mark. Right?

I think he knows, Aria whimpered.

It hasn't faded at all, can he tell I'm his mate? I looked at my bracelet, I hope not, it's meant to cover my scent.

"He's your second mate? Isn't he," Loey perched herself on the bench chewing her bottom lip, tossing a soda can between her hands.

I sighed nodding, "it seems like it," making my way over to a window to look over the forest, for some reason it made me feel calm.

"Chelly, let's cook food? movies?" she paused opening the fridge, looking over her shoulder, "how about a long shower?"

I chuckled, "you really love that shower."

"Absolutely I do," she closed the fridge turning around hugging many varieties of snack foods to her chest. She did this strange waddle to the kitchen bench dumping the loot down, slowly she starting to organize each item on the counter.