A Special One.
1238 Words
He turned slowly, crossing his arms. “Haven’t I warned you not to appear shirtless in front of me again?”
Just because I wore a black net singlet with loose trousers and threw a robe over it, he thinks I’m shirtless. If I weren’t so nonchalant around this old man, I probably would’ve fallen into depression a long time ago.
If I'm not already depressed.
The moment he sent for me, I knew this was what he wanted to talk about. He never calls me in for anything meaningful. Never for advice. Or to actually ask how things are going. It’s always about what benefits him, what strengthens his position, what protects his power.
He doesn’t discuss things that matter to me. Only what serves him.
What a perfect father.
I disagree with him on so many things, but it doesn’t matter. Whatever he says goes. That’s how it’s always been.
His attitude pisses me off. Seriously. The way he talks, the way he looks at me like I’m just an extension of his authority instead of his son. It gets under my skin more than I’d ever admit out loud.
And the worst part?
He knows it.
“I’m not accepting that Omega,” I said firmly, clenching my fist. “She’s claimed by multiple alphas. I don’t share what belongs to me.”
“Are you ignoring me?” he asked sharply.
“No, Father. I’m not,” I answered evenly. “You must have heard what happened. I can’t accept an Omega tied to that many alphas.”
“She is important,” he said, facing the window again.
“Some of her mates are Kaeliths. I heard one of them is a hybrid. I’m not fighting werewolves and vampires over a girl.”
“And how do you know this?”
“I’ve heard the rumors. And I saw two Kaeliths today.”
He doesn’t need to know the details. He doesn’t need to know that Elandor and Nero are Kaeliths. I was too lazy to explain anything further, and I definitely wasn’t about to tell him I’m helping the Omega.
I don’t want to sit there and listen to more lectures, more warnings, more exaggerated tales about destiny and politics.
I’m not doing this for him. I’m not doing it for the clan either. I’m helping her for one reason only: I want to reject her wolf.
That’s it.
I don’t want a mate like her. And get dragged into whatever chaos follows her around.
I’d rather stay single for the rest of my life and die an old Alpha with no Luna than tie myself to something I never chose.
At least that way, everything would be mine.
“Who are they?”
“I believe you already know, Father.” I turned to the door.
“If you don’t accept her, you will regret it,” he said firmly. “She is not ordinary. The Alpha has never paid attention to anyone like this in decades. For him to focus on a low-ranking Omega means she has something he wants.”
“I don’t care,” I replied.
Honestly, I don't.
“That Omega is different. If he truly wished her dead, she would already be gone. Yet he spares her. Why?”
“Maybe he’s bored,” I said dismissively. “I don’t know.”
“Pay close attention to her,” he ordered, giving me a hard look. “Do not let her out of your sight.”
I said nothing, but my jaw tightened. I had already decided, and there was nothing he could do about it.
“That’s why I sent you to that school in the first place,” Father said. “To get close to her. Find out anything unusual about her.”
“Father, you can send somebody else. I’m simply not interested in her.”
I didn’t wait for a reply. I opened the doors and walked out on him. If I ever want a mate, I’ll find one myself. I won’t fight over one like some desperate animal.
When I got back to my room, Elandor was inside, standing near the window and watching the city. He lowered his arms from his chest the moment he saw me.
“Okay,” I muttered, rolling my eyes. “Can you people give me a break? One thing after another.”
“I don’t mean to disturb you.”
“When is Myrel coming back?” I asked impatiently.
“Why did you lie about your identity?” he asked bluntly.
I let out a short laugh. “What are you talking about? Get the hell out of my room. Now.” I snarled, my patience snapping.
“Your eyes don’t scare me,” he said, stepping closer. “No matter how red they turn. I’ll stay. I’m not leaving unless you kill me.”
That was it.
In a blink, I moved. My claws extended as I grabbed him by the neck and slammed him back. My long claws wrapped tightly around his throat. “Don’t make me break your neck,” I growled. “It seems your life isn’t precious to you anymore.”
He didn’t look afraid. If anything, he looked prepared, as if he expected this. I tightened my grip.
His head tilted back as the pressure cut off his air. A strained, broken cough forced its way out of him, harsh at first, then turning into sharp, choking bursts. His chest jerked with each attempt to breathe. The sound was rough, scraping out of his throat as if it hurt to even make it. His hands grabbed at my wrist, fingers digging in, trying to pry me off.
“She—” he coughed violently, the word breaking apart as he struggled for air. His body trembled slightly. “She… can…” Another hoarse cough tore from him, deeper this time, followed by a shaky gasp that never fully filled his lungs. His eyes squeezed shut for a second before forcing themselves open again. “Help… us.”
I released him.
He staggered back, bending forward as he coughed again and shook his shoulders. He dragged in air slowly, each breath uneven, one hand still at his neck.
I stared at him.
“Start talking,” I demanded coldly. “She can help us? What’s that supposed to mean?”
He took his time. After a few steady breaths, he straightened up and adjusted his jacket as if nothing had happened. He must’ve come here right after training.
His shirt clung slightly to his skin, and there was a faint scent of sweat mixed with metal and leather.
“Yes,” he said calmly. “She can.”
Help us? What game is he playing now?
“We can help her,” he continued, meeting my eyes without hesitation. “And she can do the same for us.”
I stared at him. “You almost got your neck crushed, and that’s the speech you came here with?”
“She’s connected,” he said firmly. “To things bigger than you think. The Alpha’s watching her. The Kaeliths are circling her. Hybrids are stepping out of the shadows because of her. That’s not random.”
I folded my arms. “Or maybe she’s just a walking disaster. What do you want me to do about it?”
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