Chapter11
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The Elders Table
Michael's POV.
The total silence of the elders felt like my claim sank deeper.
She was going to be mine until I said otherwise.
The elders who had quite a lot to mutter about had their lips sealed as she stood like a statue, her expression a jumbo mix of emotion.
I couldn't tell what she was feeling. And I didn't care.
What I cared most about was her submission, her utmost composure as she walked up to me.
She unclenched her fist, her expression deepening as she appeared breath taken.
She glanced at the door and back to the elders. It took a minute for an elder to bow his head, then elder Merek followed, leading everyone to bow their heads.
Then, followed by their bowing cue, she moved forward at a slow pace. She moved up the few flight of stairs and stood right before the chair beside me
“Sit next to me,” I said to her, but she remained standing, her eyes blinking profusely.
“Sit. Now.” I mouthed in a low whisper. Deep. Cutting.
She took a deep breath and sat down a few seconds later, silent but her heartbeat did all the talking she needed to.
She was confused and angry. The perfect blend of emotion that was easy to manipulate.
As the elders gaped at us, a few chatters rising from the back, I grabbed her right hand and raised it high in the air.
“Together, we will bring Moonhowl to greater heights,”
It took a minute for my order to sink in, but after it did, the elders took turns holding up a finger with curious expressions.
Merek stood up and all eyes turned to him. “You've made a wise choice, Alpha,” he bowed. “But we need to know, this question has been on everyone's mind for a week now,”
“Then let it out,” I uttered.
“Why so quick?” He stated, eyes dark with a dubious intent. “We've noticed Elder Robertson has skipped a few minutes and suddenly his daughter is the Luna,”
A few murmurs echoed in the air as I shot a dead stare at him.
“Have him imprisoned.” Avon, My wolf growled aloud. “Nobody questions our decisions.”
Avon was right. I should have had Elder Merek thrown out of the room, but he was part of the elder council. I had to remind myself that the most daring questions were going to stem from them.
“She meets every qualification I want,” I replied, clipped.
“Qualifications?” Merek questioned back. “My apologies, Alpha but we never knew you had…”
“You might as well insinuate I have no taste in who I want to sit right next to me,” I thundered.
“I would never say that. Once again, my apologies” Merek bowed his head and sat back, quickly mumbling to his neighbor in less than a second.
“Should we expect her to join us whenever we have a meeting?” a voice echoed from the back.
I narrowed my eyes in the direction, giving a short nod. “Expect her presence, that's all I'll say for now.”
The questions weren't all bad until Elder Lucan, the oldest among the council, rose up from his chair stroking his grey beards. “Your heir. Can a werewolf like her bear the child of a Lycan? Does she have enough strength to bring forth a child?”
‘A werewolf’ the words echoed repeatedly. Not any werewolf could handle a child of mine. They had to be blessed. The moon goddess had to be on their side or they had to be born with ties to strong ancient bloodlines.
I turned to the feisty looking lady beside me, her lips pressed hard against each other. Her amber eyes were glassy, oblivious of the future ahead of her.
I hoped she was the real deal. I hoped her stubborn nature wasn't all that she had to boast of and I hadn't made yet another mistake.
“She…”
“An heir?” She interrupted, folding her arms as she glanced at Merek and back to Lucan. “I’m not a baby maker, you know. I'm much more than that. Why did you head straight to mocking me?” She continued.
Had she forgotten the rule I gave her? I made it clear she wasn't supposed to speak unless I commanded it.
“Vivienne,” my voice vibrated through the walls.
She looked at me and quickly focused back on Elder Lucan. “Worry about doing your duties as an elder and when it's time for the Alpha's heir, it will be ours to worry about”
The gasps rose into an uproar as the elders mumbled among themselves at her sudden statement. Vivienne scoffed and glanced at me again, my veins bulging on my skin.
Maybe I should teach her a lesson. She deserved to know that everyone was insubordinate to me except I acknowledged it. But then, I couldn't help but marvel at her witty response.
The chatters went on for minutes until I waved my hands in the air and the enders suddenly went silent.
I dismissed the meeting seconds later with nothing to say to them.
We waited for all the elders to leave before she rose up to walk out.
“And where do you think you're going?” I growled at her.
She turned to face me, the hair on her skin jolting up as though she had been surged with electricity.
“To… to…my room,” she stuttered. Horribly.
I sprung up, moving confidently towards her as my shadow cast a dark veil on her face, my eyes daring and cold.
“You do not speak or answer unless I tell you to. What couldn't you understand when I told you these rules?” I spat out.
She wrung her fingers and refused to speak.
“Answer me!” I thundered as she remained mute.
She trembled. Shivers crawled down her spine, and then suddenly, she burst into tears. “The maids. You shouldn't have given the orders.”
Her tears flowed like an unending stream as she tried to wipe off whatever she could with her palms.
“They didn't have to go. You can't do this to them,” she threw a weak hit at my shoulder, shaking as the force pushed her back as though she had thrown herself on a brick wall.
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