Affliction - Book One - Man x Man

Chapter 12 (M)

While I'm more confused now to the inner workings of the pack politics, I'm relieved that putting the capital under siege doesn't seem to be an option as that would simply take way to long. Of one thing that I'm certain, I can not go to Haryek with the information pertaining to the fate of Ziduri. 

While he claims to be on our side, I don't trust him not to warn his father to get the upper hand on the lycans. An attempt against the lycan horde at its current size and strength would prove quite difficult and our society could not afford an all-out war that could very well attract the attention of the armies of Man. We needed to resolve this peacefully, if at all possible. 

My people had been left a very vulnerable point, with no King in place, we were now at true risk for a second hostile take over. One where we might not fair so lucky, the lycans were allowing my people to live. Would Man do the same?

 I've found my way into the kitchen, enjoying some alone time I decide to cook myself one of my favorite dishes, lamb and curry over a bed of seasoned rice with some pasta on the side. I chop absently, preparing the herbs. Adriam had selflessly saved Victor with no motive behind it other than a gut feeling. 

I doubted my ability to do such a thing. It seemed impossible to trust a feral man into your home in hopes that he wouldn't kill you in your sleep but, on that same thought, my mind drifts to my current predicament. A feral being did live on the outskirts of my home and it didn't bring me much pause.

 Sighing, I toss the herbs onto the pan and decide I need to ask myself what I'm doing with these men in my life. It wasn't in my best interest to entertain so many interests. I don't get too far into my thought before I feel him and I glance up to see Alpha. 

"Alpha." I greet lowly. I'm still pissed with him; he's been an ass, but I am a servant, and respect is due if I want my subjects to survive. 

"In what world do you speak to me in such a manner? I expected better of someone who claims to have such Nobel blood." He snaps; his tone harsh. 

I was foolish to believe I would get away with that, the man had an ego larger than our tallest building. "I'm upset with you. I saved your life and you threw it in my face. I didn't have to, I could have let you die then your whole pack would be at risk." I throw the lamb in the pan and the sizzle is satisfying to my mood.

He takes quick steps towards me, "I think you're forgetting how the chain of command works. I'm the master, the leader, your Alpha. You don't question my decisions; now, apologize for your horrid behavior." He sounds serious and I scoff at the whole situation. 

His English accent makes it difficult to take him seriously, as I'm quite unfamiliar with those from that side of the world. He's quite lucky that I taught myself to speak English, I'm sure plenty of my subjects were not enjoying the guessing game of his demands.

"In case you haven't noticed I'm not the best 'servant'. I'm not apologizing to you for saving you and I'd do it again unless you keep being a complete ass then I might think twice." I hear the rumble but I don't entertain a glance in his direction.

 I feel strong, seeing my people are alive and well has spurred me to strive for boldness. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm a glutton for punishment. When I glance up he's gone and I realize all too late it's because he's beside me. I take a step back before stopping myself and standing my ground. In comparison with Victor, I find him less frightening. "Yes, Alpha? Can I help you?" My voice drips with sarcasm.

"You've gotten bold in your time with the rebellion." His hand comes up to catch my throat, his thumb pressing into my jaw to elevate my chin. The warmth of his hand is welcomed to my cool skin, I meet his icy gaze with my own and I can feel myself challenging him.