The Royal Alpha

Chapter 37: Nora: The Good Witch

FENRIS

"Good Morning, Alpha. There are two people at the gates of our territory asking for a meeting with you and Beta Randale. They do not smell like wolves but something else," says the guard. We are currently on the training field in Mystic Shadow. The Alpha, dad, Zion and the delta versus me. I have a lot of bruises but the four of my opponents also have a few bruises. That's the reason why I am standing proud and somewhat smug.

"Make them wait." The Alpha orders the guard. Turning towards me, he says, "I think those are your maternal relatives, Alcina's relatives. So, you should go with Alcina and confirm. Then they can enter the pack territory."

"Okay, Alpha."

"May I go with him, dad?" asks Zion.

"Fine but be civil with them," warns the Alpha. I smother a laugh and walk towards my childhood home to change and to inform Alcina. Yes, she's still living in my house with us. She sometimes helps in the training.

I enter the living room of my house and Alcina is already ready probably waiting for me. I raise my brow in question.

"I think my mother and brother have arrived. I can sense the distress in your pack members and I am sure that nothing spooks a werewolf better than a witch. So, yeah! We should go before they are attacked." She is all ready in her black robe. I nod and ask her to give me a minute to change. Wouldn't want to meet my aunt in these shorts and sweaty T-shirt, now, would I?

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"Oh Lord! I am blessed. You look exactly like your father. Your mother would have been so proud to look at you today," exclaims Alcina's mother as she rushes forward to crush me in a hug. Her petite form is quite a disguise if you feel the way she's crushing me. Scenting her emotions, all I feel is genuine love and lots of sadness. Maybe she's remembering her sister.

"Thank you, ma'am," I say, a little uncomfortable with the way she accepts me completely.

"Oh, there will be none of that. You can call me Nora. I am known as Nora among the other wolves," she says wistfully.

"Did you get the knife?" she asks me, confirming that she's the one who sent it to me. I haven't told anyone about it except for the elders. I remove the knife from the sheath attached to my belt loop, holding it out in front of her.

"She gave it to me before you were given to Elder Raoul for protection. She said that a four-year-old wouldn't understand the meaning of it but a grown-up Fenris definitely would. That's why I waited for the right time," she says with tears in her eyes. I swallow the lump in my throat at hearing her words, nodding but otherwise trying to keep a poker face.

As if understanding me, she then moves towards Alcina to embrace her and then they both settle in their chattering about the pack life. I look at the other man, the wizard. He has similar facial features as that of Alcina but with a sharper edge to his personality. Scenting his emotions, I can feel his emotions mirroring mine. He is unsure of me as I am of him but underneath that his emotions convey a sense of knowledge, as if he knows me personally.

"Yes, Fenris. My name is Calum and I do know you. We are the same age, we used to play together when we were little," he says and shocks me along with Zion who has been standing aside and being a silent spectator.

"One of my skills is that I can read minds in the same way you can sense emotions," he informs, smiling slightly, hesitantly as if unsure. I move forward and offer my hand for a handshake but he pulls me in for a hug which I return. Yes, he feels familiar. A pang of longing hits me square in the chest and I wonder what my life would have been if my parents were alive today. Surely, Sierra wouldn't have rejected me if she knew that I am the prince. I look at Calum, he probably heard me but if he did, he wisely keeps his mouth shut.