Chapter Four
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Moments later after the door to the study had clicked shut behind the very last guard, Flint held his golden gaze.
“I’m glad Dexter is here,” Flint said in a calm matter-of-fact voice. “I need the both of you to hear this.”
Golden eyes stared hard back at him.
“Do you recall the old fairytale Mana Dean used to tell us back in the days?”
“I am in no mood for reminiscing, Flint.”
“Just,” Flint said I a low conversational tone, ignoring the harsh tone. “humour me. Will you?”
Duncan’s lips formed a grim line.
Contented with the brief silence even if begrudging, Flint continued, slightly fidgeting. “It was an old story about a mysterious clan, named the Faceless as no one knew their real faces. They were strong and powerful, and secluded. No one waged a war against them and lived to tell the tale.”
“Is there a point to this?” Duncan ground through clenched teeth.
Flint sighed loudly with his sea-blue eyes squeezed shut. “At this point in our lives I wouldn’t bring this to the table if there was indeed no point to this.” He paused, obviously uncomfortable with his deductions and suspicions.
If he happened to be wrong,…
Duncan can peered deep at him. His eyes back to the stormy grey they usually were in this form. “You believe my mate to be a Faceless?”
Silence.
“Right?”
Flint began to shake his head but was caught in between shaking and nodding his head. “Look Duncan, even j am beside myself trying to figure out the anomalies in the Luna and your mate bond.”
The aura of rage radiating from Duncan lashed painfully at him, and Flint flinched.
“My mate bond is nine of your business, Flint.”
“I beg to differ, Duncan. You are the Alpha of this prestigious pack, and she your Lina. Everything about you both is our business. You know why? Of course you do, but just in case that whatever is happening has snatched that information from you, - I’ll remind you. Because the welfare of the entire pack is dependent on the two of you.”
A deep growl rumbled deep in his chest.
“You haven’t been an ideal mate, Duncan.”
“What did you say?”
Flint shifted on his feet. Currently struggling between cowering under the weight of the Alpha aura oozing from Duncan, and the need to be loyal to his childhood and best friend. “You’ve treated her like a criminal would be treated when all she had done was accept the mate bond dished out to her by the heavens.”
“Flint,” Duncan called in a low warning.
“Other feel love, wanted and protected once they find their mates,” Flint bravely went on. “But in her case, it’s been anguish and torture.”
“Flint!”
“The entire pack knows and talks about this. As my friend, telling you is my right and duty.”
“Enough!”
Flint paused for a moment. “Okay hat did she ever do to deserve this, Dun?”
Silence.
“Does your heart not ache? Is Dexter okay with this?”
“Enough, I say! You speak out of turn, Flint.”
Flint shook his head. “I speak out of concern. You’re fighting yourself, man. Do you think you can win this war?”
“Enough, I say!”
Flint watched Duncan tremble with barely restrained rage and his heart broke for the misconception his friend and his mate were tormented by. He should have spoken up much earlier than now. He should have done more than morose obedience.
“Very well,” he acquiesced. “I will say no more,” Flint said. “For now. I’ll, however, leave you to think hard on what I’ve just told you and ask Dexter how well he is handling all this.” He paused. “Unless Drew is not your heaven-given mate but your chosen mate; and even so, these treatments shouldn’t be. If so, rejection would seem the best way to save yourselves.”
“Leave. I said get out!”
“Think hard about it, Alpha.” And he left. Leaning against the closed door, Flint winced at the sound of his rage and his office being thrashed. He made a mental note to inform them that there would be a need to avoid the infuriates Alpha and fix his office once he leaves it.
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