Bossy Bottom

Chapter 2 - Liam

POV - Liam

Dragging off my sheet and twisting my body I easily jump up and take a deep breath through my nose.

This is it! I mentally prep myself up, stretching my body in the process as I drag on my clothes. I expect them thoroughly just as I had before packing them into my bag, making sure I look somewhat presentable.

They weren't new, but luckily I managed to pluck down the best from the pack's laundry room just before I left.

Looks were after all valued in the wolf society, right after status that is.

Splashing some water in my face I try to place my brown hair gently where I want it. It would probably be a wild and free mess the second I got outside, but I needed to at least try.

I got here yesterday and so far not been able to even talk to a possible mate, but that did not bother me, I knew I had five more days to secure them. We would succeed, we had to, this was my only shot after all.

I didn't like being so far away from father, alpha of the Stonehenge pack. But I did what I had to make sure our pack survived and would not fall into the wrong hands.

I sigh wiping my hands and face clean.

My room was small, but clean and well kept, a bit too silent though, and I wonder if they had soundproofed the place. Seemed a waste of money if you asked me.

Gathering my key and glancing one last time in the mirror, raising my head ever so slightly I walk out, lock up, and make my way over to the breakfast buffet in the east wing.

The corridors are starting to wake up as buzzing noise finds its way to my keen wolf senses. I feel a little bit more at ease and take a right down the stairs.

A wolf comes running past me and I bite my tongue not to yell at the disobedient wolf. I have to remember this is not my place to do so here. But running inside the corridors, learn some manners you fuckers! I growl in discontent.

Mentally calming myself down I lift my head a tad higher and nod quickly at a passerby wolfpack, they were the Mirguel pack from Soul, as I notice their emblem just over their right shoulder. A well-known pack, wealthy, powerful, and above all, good blood. They nod sternly back, a token of respect. Perfect, we got this, I think to myself walking towards the buzzing breakfast hall.

The place is starting to get packed but I luckily see a few tables empty and gracefully walk up to the counter to grab a plate, but just as I'm about to a tall man in castle uniform steps up, bows, and gestures towards the VIP section.

Now here's the thing, wealth and power mean everything to the wolf-people.

Even though I am high in the hierarchy of my pack, a soon-to-be alpha. That status doesn't mean shit if you're not already an alpha, and even then when I become an alpha I am way behind the true alphas.

And there is a slight, let's say ocean wide range of my small pack's wealth compared to other packs. Well, let's face it, in my pack, the wealth is more or less non-existent. So gesturing me over to the VIP section is a bit ridiculous.

As I don't move right away the uniformed man starts to speak, his tone monotone, but with full respect «You are invited by the Blackblood tribe to dine with them»

I'm what now?

Blackblood tribe? I follow his gaze towards the round table in the middle of the VIP section and notice a familiar man nodding towards me. I swallow down the dread and place on my mask of fearless as I enter through the barrier dividing our differences.