Chapter 12 - Poisoned words
The war council chamber, stank with old smoke and the bitter tang of distrust, the elders sat in their carved oak seats, sitting like vultures of judgment. Their eyes narrowing as Xavier strode in.
His presence was a storm, contained shoulders - tense, jaw clenched, eyes scanning every face.
Behind him, Seraphine followed him, her face masked with false concern. "Alpha...." Elder Edwin begun, his voice sharp enough to cut.
"These continuous rogue intrusion are no coincidence, There's been a new.... influence in the pack, one that needs your judgement"
Xavier's eyes narrowed. "Say what you mean. The oldest elder leaned forward. "The she wolf you've taken under your roof - she distracts you. Your attention is on her when it should be on the safety of your pack".
Seraphine's voice slipped in with false sweetness. "They are only saying this because they're worried, Xavier, don't take it too.... personal, but perphaps, she is changing you. And the rogues seem far more bolder now that she arrived, think about it".
It was subtle, perfect timing, but their words burrowed deep in his mind. Xavier's expression darkened as his wolf paced in agitation inside him.
Mimutes later he was storming down the hall towards my room. I turned from the window to the door slamming open.
"What the hell - "
"Tell me", he growled, walking closer. "How long have you been working against me?"
My eyes widened. "What?!"
"You heard me!" His voice was thunder, his eyes glowing crimson red. "Rogues attack in pattern, and each time they attack, you're alwats nearby. The elders think it's you, and maybe they are right".
Anger sparked with hurt in my chest. You're listening to them? After everything? You can't be serious!"
He stalked closer, growling in my face. "I am serious."
Words turned into snarls, snarls became shoves, as he shoved me, I shoved him, he shoved me even harder as I fell. I lunged at him, pushing him.
He grabbed my wrist pulling me against him, the air between us moltened, our fury turning into something far more dangerous
As we struggled, the struggle slammed us into my bed, the heat of his dominance consuming my protests, breathless gasps replaced accusations.
His mouth was rough on mine, his hands roaming and squeezing parts sensitive. His movement were punishing. Yet tangled with a need neither of us could deny.
As I helped him take off his shirt, his hands pulled my dress over my head, his mouth found mine in a heated kiss as he grinded down on my core".
Hours later, silence fell, the moon was high, spilling out of the curtains onto the bed tangled sheets, my body ached from both the struggles and the intimate encounter.
I drifted towards sleep until a crash jolted me upright. Xavier was already up, shirt half - unbuttoned, striding towards the hall. Down the hall, the maid's frightened voice cried out.
"Alpha! The elders chamber has been ransacked!"
When we reached there, two warriors were already kneeling over an overturned chest. Inside, the pack's ceremonial dagger, a sacred relic, was gone.
And there, lying neatly on the floor was my silver hair clasp.
Seraphine stood in the doorway, hand to her mouth in perfect mimicry of shock. "Oh my god.... Xavier?.... isn't that hers?..."
My eyes widened in shock. What was going to happen to me now, nobody knew...
CONTINUE READING FOR CHAPTER 13
Author's note
This is getting serious, how come Merida's clip is found there? Did she really steal it? Or.... Read to find out in the next chapter!