Gone Rogue

Chapter 12

"What the hell are you doing here Alexander?!" I whisper screamed at him.

"You look ravishing tonight. That gown suits you." Alexander said, his eyes raking up and down my body.

"Don't avoid the question. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" I ground out.

"Dear Zia, I was invited. The Elder's have buisness with me. Shocking, I know. But, I am part werewolf, so I assume I should attend these affairs." Alexander said. 

"You have to be kidding me? They invited you?" I stammered. "Fine, but stay the hell away from me. I don't have the patience to deal with you." I turned on my heel, and gracefully stomped down the stair. I glanced over to where Daniel had been, he was gone. Had he even realized he was looking at me? Or did the mask just show a beautiful girl with odd eyes?

I pushed through the crowd of well dress werewolves and headed over to the bar.

"Something strong." I comanded. The bartender nodded and went over to scan through the vodkas. I rubbed my temple as I waited, this day couldn't get any worse could it?

"Here you go. Strong as it gets." He said, then turned to help another patron. I nodded and downed the drink in one gulp.

"Ms. Zia? The Elders wish to see you." A man said behind me. I swiftly turned, the man was large, his body seemed like it was going to pop out of his tux at any moment. 

"Where?" I asked.

"Just above the ballroom. I can take you there." He responded. I nodded and followed him through the crowd and back up the stairs. We walked down a long hallway that was lined with paintings of the original Elders. I stared in awe at the beautiful art. 

"In here. They were waiting for you. Head on in." He said, I nodded and pushed the door open. 

"Glad you could join us, Ms. Zia! It has been quite a long time!" Ms. Marscott exclaimed. 

"Hello John. It has been awhile. So, why did you call me?" I asked.

"I'm sure they wanted your opinion on me." A voice mused from the corner. 

"That's why were are all here." Daniel hissed. I snapped my head in his direction. His eyes met mine, happiness, annoyance, and worry flashed through them. 

"Alexander. What a horrible coincidence." I said. Alexander smirked. 

"Zia, now is not time to be bias. We are here to hear the Alpha's ideas on what Alexander is saying." Mr. Brochiet scolded.

"Not to be rude, but why am I here then? I am not an Alpha." I questioned.

"You are the last of your pack. We assume this to make you as much as an Alpha as any other." Mr. Marscott explained. I rolled my eyes and pulled my mask off, I dropped it on the table in front of me. 

"Alexander, you wished to speak to us. Now is your chance." Mr. Brochiet said. Alexander nodded and leaned back.

"As I am sure you understand, I intend to rule as much area as possible. I have many plans, but that is one I intend to see through. Of course, the States are dominated by werewolves. I propose a... treaty of sorts. I will leave your territory alone, if you guarantee you will not attempt to stop me when I take over other areas." Alexander explained. I glanced around, I was shocked to see the willingness in the eyes of the many Alphas.

"You can't seriously be considering this! He will turn on you, or he will ask for something in return for his kindess." I snapped. 

"Ahh, dear Zia. So perceptive! Of course I require... payment of sorts. You must be able to spare something in return for your packs' safety." Alexander mused, tapping his stubbly chin.