Oops! Still Your Mate

Chapter Sixteen

The atmosphere in the room was stiff. Zeke sat at the center of the room, hands hovering over the documents laid out before him.

The paper read - Reassignment of Duties. His fingers went up between his eyes to pinch the skin between his eyes. His eyes were downcast as he felt his wolf getting restless.

“Be still,” He grunted but another aggressive push replied him. “For the pack, Zeke. Just for the pack,” He mumbled before picking up a pen laying useless at another end of the table.

Placing the pen on his signature spot, he stopped again. What was he doing? That was the question running through his mind. Did he really needed to do that.

“Mate,” He heard the low growl coming from the depths of his chest.

“I said stay still,” Zeke grumbled and he felt inner peace but only for a moment before his wolf moved again.

“You know what I need and depriving me of it wouldn't make any much difference, you need it also,” Leer, Zeke's wolf mumbled.

“You do know that's impossible right? And I don't need her,” Zeke retorted. “You saw the letter,” He added softly.

“I don't care what Darius or the council of elders think. I need my mate and I mean it,” Leer snorted.

“I care about what they say, alright and you would obey me,”

“Then it would be much of a delight watching the pups die,” Leer said and withdrew away.

“Leer!” Zeke called, only to be met with silence.

“You should see reason with me,” He pulled at his hair as his eyes landed on the unsigned papers again.

“What to do?” He asked. Silence preceded. His fingers picked up the pen after much contemplation and placed it back on the spot.

His eyes move away from the papers to the crescent mark on his arm. A pain that had become so familiar with his skin. The low burn had been actively burning for days and he had stopped touching it because they was no need.

With an heavy sigh and a quick stroke, his signature appeared on the paper and he shoved them away.

He pulled open his drawer and the letter from Darius sat there. He had reasoned burning it but then it made no sense. Burning it sounded like a decision. An unfavourable decision. A mistake he wasn't going to make.

After a light tap at the letter, he pushed back the drawer and leaned into the table.

A white wolf comes into his line of vision. Sky-blue eyes. Pure white fur with silver streaks - the colour of the moon. He shot open his eyes and look around, searching for nothing in particular.

The name resounds from within - Luna Head.

“Ivy,” He whispered and released a shaky breath before picking up his phone.

“Meet me here… At my chambers,” He spoke into the phone and placed it back on the table. The door swung open in seconds making him think he had been waiting for his call.

Lucas walked in, casting a quick survey over the room. “What's wrong with you, man?” He questioned.

“Nothing,” Zeke said in a clipped, flat voice before throwing the files at Lucas who caught it effortlessly.

“What's this?” Lucas murmured while his eyes were already in motion, scanning it. His eyes lit up the further he read.

“Ivy had been reassigned to the clinic,” Zeke said.

Lucas placed the file back on the table and sat on the chair opposite Zeke. His eyes were like twinkling stars on a well-lit night sky. His smile threatened to divide his face into two.

“Wow,” He breathed out. “You didn't go through an official process when you've been assigning and reassigning her. Why now?” He asked.

“This is for the pack, clearly practical. I had no choice and it was the only thing I could do. It's not a punishment, neither a reward.” Zeke explained. “If she tries rejecting it,” He continued. “Remind her that she is still a member of the pack and she is obligated to render her services when needed.” He added.

“You know quite well that Ivy won't reject it,” Lucas said and leaned into the table, his lips stretching into a smirk. “Clearly practical huh?” He asked.

“Is that what you keep telling yourself. Be selfish for once, you keep thinking like an alpha, like a leader every damn time, do something for yourself once, Zeke.” Lucas said and stood up.

“My suggestion is…”

“No more words, Lucas,” Zeke cut him off and his giggled. His smile returned to his face before he stood up and walked out of the room, the file in his hands, a bounce in his steps.

“I wish I can,” Zeke managed to say after Lucas walked away. “I really wish I can,” He muttered.

“You can,” He heard Leer's pur.

He ruffled his shirt pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Ivy Hale,” He whispered, puffing smoke into the air as he released a deep breath.