Chapter5
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Alpha Kaelen
I sat uncomfortably at the table, watching my father tap his fingers impatiently. Even after I had taken over the Alpha title and spent years running the pack, his influence remained strong he had secured himself a permanent seat at the council’s head, ensuring his voice still carried weight.
“When are you two going to give us good news?” he asked. My stepmother rolled her eyes, staring at her phone a little too intently.
“Do you really want to know when we’re going to give you an heir, while young ones in our pack are dying?” I shot back, shutting him down before I had to tell him that we had taken another test that morning and it had come back negative.
My wife sat beside me, barely touching her food. After finding out she wasn’t pregnant again, she said she had lost her appetite. Being the daughter of a royal beta, people had placed enormous expectations on her when we married. Everyone believed our children would be the most powerful in the pack but years passed, and all we met was disappointment.
“About that,” my father said, clearing his throat. “Some research head woman is coming to our pack today from the human land.”
I let out a deep breath of relief at his words.
“Finally,” I said, hissing and shaking my head. Ever since humans had started thriving, they had acted as if they were better than us. Lately, I’d been irritated by everything and everyone. With young ones dying and suffering in the pack, I couldn’t sleep. And then there was Kaylee.
Every time I tried to make her understand that we could wait maybe it wasn’t the right time to have a child she would snap. She wanted a baby, and she wanted it fast. She didn’t care that it could be dangerous right now; she didn’t care about the young ones whose lives were at risk.
“Well, I hope you welcome her well,” my father suggested. “She also sent a list of rules. Make sure they’re followed. And inform your best friends as well. I want everyone to make this woman’s stay welcoming so she’ll take full interest in finding a cure. Remember, son, she’s a miraculous woman. Everyone in the human world talks about her and the rumors aren’t lies.”
He was obsessed with this research head woman. There wasn’t much information about her; people only called her Miss A.S.
We had tried to get information from the human land, but they had stopped broadcasting to the werewolf community years ago. Magazines and newspapers didn’t reach us either. Maybe this collaboration getting help from them would finally reopen the doors between us. And this time, we would make sure they didn’t try to shun us or forget that we were above them.
“We’ll make sure we get as much advantage from this lady as we can and fool her into thinking we’ll be nice afterward,” I muttered, watching my father give me a proud look. He had shaped me, trained me to be the Alpha I was today. He didn’t like weak people.
After breakfast, I had no intention of going back to my room to listen to Kaylee complain again. I had a bigger task ahead: I had to meet this woman and see what all the fuss was about. Was she really that competent, or had humans hyped her up to make us beg for their help?
After changing into a black suit, I left for the docks where she was arriving. It was a strange day sunny in the early morning, then clouds rolled in, leaving an odd unease in the air I couldn’t explain.
I didn’t mention it to anyone. I was restless. This meetup mattered.
The boat pulled up. Her personal guards came out first with her luggage. She had a lot of bags small, cute ones in pink, purple, and blue. I frowned.
Kaylee’s father, my royal beta, stepped closer. I had never displaced him from his spot, and after I married Kaylee, Mr. Robinson had re-secured his position at my side.
“She’s a mother of three,” he whispered in my ear. I nodded.
I looked down at the file in my hand. Her requests were audacious: she would not follow werewolf rules. She would not commit crimes, but she wouldn’t follow the usual hierarchy. She could leave at any moment without anyone stopping her. She wanted a separate house with her own guards, away from any warriors.
She did not trust werewolves. I could have scoffed, since we were far more powerful and could offer her better protection, but I decided not to dwell on it. From her requests, it was clear she considered herself important and she was.
After all her luggage was unloaded, she stepped off the boat wearing a white dress that fell to her knees and black stilettos. Her hourglass figure was striking. Everyone around me gasped but my eyes stayed fixed on her face, unable to look away.
Her chocolate-brown hair curled at the ends, blowing softly in the wind. Her eyebrows were perfectly shaped, framing her green eyes behind long lashes. Her pouty lips wore red lipstick. She carried a designer purse, and her hands were small, delicate, almost impossibly soft.
She reminded me of the past but this time, something was different. She didn’t look at me the way she used to. She glanced around casually, then straightened her posture.
“Elara ?” The name escaped my lips before I realized it. My breath hitched. How was this possible? She stood there so confident, so alive, and so beautiful.
Then small figures appeared behind her, rushing out in crisp, coordinated outfits. They could have been models themselves but they were her children.
I gasped, memories crashing back. All I could think was: who were these kids? Who had she conceived them with? Were they… mine?
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