Forever My Alpha

19

"Do you think she's gotten my present by now?" I questioned stiffly taking each hit Nicholai was throwing to my open hands.

"Relax she probable loved it." He reassured having our noon spar that was proving to becoming stronger and more calculating with the power he put behind each throw.

Over the last few days he has improved immensely, soaking up all the information and pointers like a sponge. Even a few times having my round with Volo for fun of the burn and the thrill of the crowd watching their former Alpha spar. Nicholai loving every second to see his father still fit at his age. It still didn't mean he won though, but was quite close by some of the wounds that would have been lethal if I wasn't fast enough. With theses sparring matches I was silently gratefully Sirenna had block me out for some of the hits I took no doubt by the pain would have seeped out into her. Volo was a ruthless fighter more so in his fur being the same size as I. His son was a perfect replica of his father's black fur and gold undertones. It was a Royal Russian wolf pattern that was only to their bloodline, the gold always bold against the black that was unique to them. 

"Time is up. The plane is ready for our departure in the next hour." The Druid yelled still having never known his name but, never felt the need to ask for it.

"I hate planes more so events like this." I grumbled as we walked back towards the castle the Druid having vanished in thin air once more to who knows where.

"Not all of us have wings like you and this year you won't be able to get out of it. It was your mistake to stay here till now. You know Nafity would never pass up the opportunity of going to a ball without both my father and you on her arm." Nicholai teased entering the courtyard slowing down our pace to a normal walk.

"I still don't want to go. There is no point of me being there. I don't even fit into the royal society and there chatter of politics." I retorted instantly regretting continuing this conversation with the walls that seemed to talk as Nafity came sailing in hastily to my confession of concern.

"Elijah you're the Prince. You need to go." A expression to most would see of heartbreak were I saw expectations of tonight being smashed to pieces if I didn't show up with them. Her red lips on display once more in worry with her eyes darkened to make the brown of her eyes brighter shaped by thick strands of black hair waving over her shoulders and down her back. The dress she had on was another revealing outfit of a two piece gown showing mid section of tan skin. The top heavily beaded with a high neck and mesh back of pastel pinks, blues, and lime greens. The bottom a fitted silk material with the same thick beading on the waste holding the fish tail design bottom following down to the floor of a pale blue almost white colour. In all it was a stunning gown that would be a head turner to anyone else were it had no affect on us being used to it or indifferent to her beauty that has been dulled over the years by her personality. A personality that was selfish and always looking to be envied in anyway she could to have the attention on her however little it was, she could make it monumental. Like me appearing with the Volkova family.

It would be talk of the night if I were to make an appearance and more so make Nafity feel smug that she had been the one to bring me. I haven't been to a royal event in years never feeling the need or want to attend being as I felt it was useless time used in a room that I had nothing to do with. I didn't need to rub elbows as they put it to people I don't need. I'm non existent in the political arena. If Grayson needs my advise on something I give it but I mostly stick to my pack and business. Royal events like these are just for people to boast about their ranks and statues were I have no need or care. That was all Greys realm, not mine.

"Elijah you need to make an appearance once in a while or people will think your dead." Volo remarked coming in beside Nafity already in his full suit of black with a pale blue tie and lime green vest to match her against the black of his jacket and slacks.