The Rogue Alpha and the Werewolf King (by Hailey Kristine) novel Chapter 124

Chapter5

Warrick’s POV

I am seething after the show Ziana just put on for all of the Alpha’s and Luna’s. That isn’t the reason I am seething though, I’m pi*sed at what she said.

“You dare touch the princess unwarranted?” Viggo and I growl, pushing our aura across the room. Alphat Clint, grimaces as he pulls out the fork Ziana stabbed him with and I inwardly smile, proud of my daughter. That is quickly replaced with rage as the Alpha looks to me. His beady yellow eyes showed no remorse.

“It was a misunderstanding, your highness.” He says and I stand up, knocking my chair over in the process. “Misunderstanding?” I ask in a deathly calm tone. Evan stands up beside me, looking calm, but I feel the rage that she isn’t showing.

“I was comforting her. She seemed sad that she hasn’t found her mate yet and she misunderstood the gesture of friendliness for something more. Apologies, your highness.” He says, bowing his head down and lifting it back up. His face shows his mock remorse, but his eyes are daring me to do something.

I growl and move out of the room, Evan following me.

I begin to pace and growl in rage. I want to rip the alpha to shreds. Evan steps in my way, stopping me and reaches for my face. She brings it down to her and places our foreheads against one another. We calm in each other’s scent, but only enough so that we both stop from killing the vile man.

Unfortunately with the legalities of attacking a person, Ziana would probably be in trouble for this situation, even though she was only defending herself. Royal’s have our own laws that are total bullsh*t, but have been upheld for many years. That is the last initiative that Evan and I are trying to enforce. A change in our laws and legal system. Being that the laws are ancient, we have been in this push and pull battle since the

restructure.

After a few more moments of us calming, I feel for Ziana’s emotions through the parental bond. I don’t feel much as she has me partially blocked, but I feel her anger.

“We will get him one way or another, love.” Evan says to me and I nod my head. “It’s time. We need to head to the meeting room.” Evan says and I nod my head, taking in one last large inhale of her chocolate lavender scent and allow her to pull me to the conference room.

Everybody was waiting for us. We must have been out there for longer than we thought. We take our seats and I feel for Ziana. Her rage has dimmed, determination taking over.

“Please bring Ziana to the meeting.” I say to Linc through mindlink.

As I finish the mindlink I look around the conference room. Evan and I are sitting in front of all of the Alpha’s and Luna’s who are sitting at the U/shaped tables in front of us there are two spots open. Each on either side of a fuming Alpha Clint. At least he is being singled out.

“I don’t care about the justice system. I’m going to punch him in his smug face.” I minlink to E

smiles.

who

“Sounds good to me. Make sure you break his nose or his eye socket.” She replies and I smirk. Goddess do I love my mate. Feeling for Jaxon, I feel his happiness and that helps me calm down as well. Our little handful

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Is such a bundle of joy for me I can’t help the happiness I feel when I feel for him. It’s not the same with Zlana, only because she is older and purposefully a pain in my a*s, but I feel the joy of remembering her asking me if we could do the blood adoption. I was so happy in that moment I wept like a baby.

I am pulled from my thoughts as the door opens. I focus in to see a man, around 6 ft 7 walk in. His black hair slicked back. He is wearing black slacks, a white button up and a black leather jacket. The confidence he has walking into the room and towards one of the empty seats next to Clint baffalls me.

“Alpha Killian, I didn’t realize you would be able to make it. Welcome to the Royal Pack.” Evan says from beside me, my eyebrows lift in surprise, but then I mask my face again.

“Welcome to the Royal Pack Alpha Killian. We are waiting for one more person before..” I am interrupted as the door opens and Ziana steps in. “Ah here she is.” I say as I look towards her. Sweat glistens on her face

and the scent of blood enters the air. As she walks, I see that her dress was cut down her side, showing a

great deal of leg.

“Sorry, father.” She says while walking around the room.

“Accidentally cut myself while fighting the anger away.” She mindlinks and I nod, but internally I am trying to fight the protective father instincts of throwing her in a sac. She takes position to the right of me. Farther away than I would like, but she is here for a reason. She is twirling with a dagger, doing fancy sh*t to keep her hands busy. She once tried to teach me how to do it, but I failed miserably. Warmth spreads through me at

the memory.

Turning my attention back to the room, most people are staring at her. She can be quite intimidating and I smirk at the unease I feel around the room. My daughter is perfect for the role, if only she would agree.

“Since princess Ziana is here, we can begin.” We will go through each person from left to right. Share what you have prepared and we can talk about it.” I say, gesturing towards Alpha Camilla who smiles and looks down at her notebook.

Ziana’s POV

I was fighting through my anger with Marie when I caught a glance of a figure in the doorway watching. He was tall, muscular and a big bowl of yummy. I blanch at my thoughts, I have never thought that about a person. Gross. His dark pink eyes were focused on me, almost as if he was devouring every ounce of me and my heart skipped a beat.

I flinch as Marie’s sword knicks my thigh and tears down my dress. I move away and begin to strike back, but stop when I hear the low growl. My attention goes back to the man and I notice that his eyes are turning darker, almost as if he is fighting with his wolf.

“Can we help you sir?” I call across the room. He stands there staring at me, his eyes now flicking back and forth and his body rigid. I make my way over to him and up close I can now see the 5 o’clock shadow on his face, that is hot as hell. I think he might be in his late 20’s, but am not sure since werewolves age slower.

nch, stepping “Sir, do you need help?” I ask and his eyes clear, low growls stop as looks at me. His dark pink eyes hold an emotion that I can’t quite make out. He reached up his hand almost to touch my face and back.

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