The Cold She-wolf

Chapter Ninety-two: what did you do?

Merlynn's POV

   She's late. Krystal is fucking late! How can someone who's always punctual be late on the very day she needs to be on time? I didn't know what to do. She wasn't answering her phone or letting me into her head. I'm sure she didn't even remember the damn phone I bought her.

Argh, I'm so frustrated.

   "Alpha Merlynn," I flinched, turning around sharply and then sighing when I saw that it was the pack gamma. He had his head pressed to the floor as he knelt, a rule in the pack, a rule I don't like. They don't have to lower themselves to the floor every time like damn slaves. We're alphas, not gods. "This humble—"

   "If you don't want me to step on your damn skull, get the fuck off the floor and just bow your head slightly. You know how much I despise this," he slowly and reluctantly rose to his feet, but his head still lowered. "Let me guess, my father is getting impatient,"

   "The whole pack has been patiently waiting for their future Luna," it sounded like he was being sarcastic. I didn't mind him being free with his speech, I actually would appreciate it if the pack members acted more like living beings than programmed NPC characters. There were a lot of things I planned to change in the pack. I would have already, but they were too afraid of my father and I wasn't disrespectful enough to underline his authority. He's still an alpha even if he is a dick.

   "I know. She's running late but she'll be here soon," I bit into my tongue and groaned. What's the use of lying? She might not come. Krystal was supposed to visit so I'd introduce her to the pack and my father. The princess and the, hmm, envoys that came with her also needed to meet Krystal so they could tell their king that I was mated.

   I clicked my tongue. I knew they would still demand the wedding. The best they would go for is insisting I make Krystal my mistress or maintain a good relationship with her but still marry the princess. Krystal said she'd take care of everything, so my future depended on her. The Babylon kingdom was powerful as I once mentioned, and part of the reason our pack was undefeated. The alphas before me respected and worshiped them. Our pack technically lives under them unknown to others. I planned to change that after I succeeded my father as alpha, but the process would take time and balance, and my pack could get hurt since they weren't as strong as me.

We can't afford a war.

   "Let's go," I took just a few steps forward when he raised his head and gasped. His eyes widened with surprise and his body tensed with alarm. I turned around sharply to look at what he was gawking at and saw Krystal crouching on the window frame. What the…! How did she get here undetected?

   "You can assassinate the president with how stealth you are," I said grumpily. She smirked slyly. "You are late. You are terribly late,"

   Krystal jumped down from the window and adjusted her skirt. A smile formed on my face as I noticed she wore the outfit I suggested. I'd texted her the previous night, begging her to wear the wine-flared-out high-low skirt that brushed the floor a bit and rose above her knees and shoes that aren't boots. I thought she wouldn't listen… Well, she didn't exactly listen. She wore the black version of the skirt with peep-toe leather ankle boots, and a black top with Georgette fabric split sleeves and a neckline that didn't show off enough of her boobs.

Wow, being responsible for your little sisters can turn a guy into a know-it-all for girls.

   Krystal noticed me staring and held up her skirt, giving herself a twirl. "You like?"

   "You still wore boots,"

   "Yeah. I wore heels at first, but then I changed my mind. Does it look bad?"