𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧- 𝐄.𝐌

55. Farewell

Another week passed by. Quicker than any. Maeve was back in Georgia constantly under the watchful eye of her beloved aunt and the warrior troop she trained with.

Everyone walked around her on eggshells, unsure of what to say or do. It was at Thursday dinner that Maeve finally addressed the elephant in the room.

"People please!" she asserted strictly, "I am fine. Yes, I hate that I had to give up my magic, but please stop with the eggshell ramp walk you have got going on. Nothing can be done. I mourned and wallowed in the pain of the loss, but let's move on."

"Yes. Let's." said Ezekiel setting down his fork on the plate. "Okay, so Vittori and the rest of the Zucchini's are coming tomorrow to finalise the new agreement. You ready?"

Maeve nodded her head, "can we just call them the Italians or something?"

"What's wrong with Zucchini's?" asked Florence. "It's such a hilarious nickname."

"It's not. It's demeaning and insulting and we are above all that BS." Maeve said slightly angrily raising brows of the three at the dinner table. Maeve sighed calming herself slightly, "it's just...I don't want anything Elijah around."

"What'd he do?" asked Amara. Maeve looked at her aunt, masking her pain, her hurt and heartbreak quite nicely,

"He gave up on me." she told her. "He gave up when I wanted him to fight. Flore? Call Ben, Lolita, Ace and meet me in the study room. I have a plan to get them to do our bidding." Maeve announced and left the table, scattering herself from the room as quickly as she could.

Amara gazed at her son who cowered under her scrutinizing look. "Don't look at me like that. I told you everything and I should probably go after her..." he made himself scarce from the room.

Maeve was inside the study, sitting down on a chair that was pulled right next to the leather cushioned revolving chair that sat like a throne in the room. She sat down with her eyes straining on the file she held up in her hand, an attempt to hide her saddened eyes glazing with unshed tears. The words were blurred but she kept staring at them.

"Alpha?" a small voice asked for her. She set the file down, and looked up. Florence, Ben, Lolita, Penelope, Ace and Ezekiel stepped inside the room.

"Good! You are here. Let's start then." She stood up. Everyone took a seat on the couch and faced her waiting patiently for her to begin.

"Alright so about the three musketeers, I've got concerns."

"Santorini is having meetings with Bagrov Igor Yanovich and Vittori with Tatsuno Atsumori. He wants them to back up them, in pleading to the council of ensuring that you and your brother fight each other to death for the position of Alpha."

"And that brings me to my idea. We shake hands with Bloodcrest and Wintercrest." everyone's eyes went wide, jaws dropped to the floor hearing her plan.

"That's it then. Elijah fucked with your brain." said Florence slapping her thighs. Maeve rolled her eyes,

"He did not. It's a good plan."

"It's not. You are spit balling here. They are Mafias, Maeve." said Ezekiel warning her, his arms held up, with a warning look on his face.

"Yes, I am aware about that but right now that's all the plan we've got."

"What about Amberskey?" Maeve slapped her hand on the table glaring directly at Ezekiel.

"Zeke all of these packs are far more invested in their deep rooted Patriarchy and Misogyny and have inflated egos a little too tight to bear to them to see a woman in power. Amberskey included."