Chapter 6

An unending circle of fracas and cacophony began after Aryan spoke because the members of the pack weren't pleased with abandoning their Pack's identity to join another.

It came to a halt when I and Oberon waggled and stood abreast of Aryan facing the entire pack.

I gazed at Oberon after darting my gaze from Aryan.

"Are you sure that you are okay with this, our pack joining Aryan's own?" I stuttered as my sweet melodious voice cracked.

"Of course, we are down to ethical triage here and if what Aryan said is true, let's not quibble over the details and get it over with," Oberon said with a stern expression.

"Thank you, Oberon," Aryan's corner of his lips opened wide exposing a broad smile since he was ok cloud nine.

"Hey, Chatty Cathy's quit the chit-chat," Oberon interrupted Hake, Shaw and Blythe who were chatting about the issue and they halted succinctly.

"Now that I have your attention, Don't you think it would be grotesque enough to be forced to mate when it's supposed to be free will and then taken as a slave?" Oberon appeared red in the face.

The whole environment was unruffled for a moment until a member yelled out at the top of his lungs.

"But, how can we trust him? Besides where the hell is his pack if what he says is true," He rumbled viciously.

"About that, my entire pack would be here by tomorrow dawn after they have tracked my scent, so am not trying to give you fibberies or nosy ponies," Aryan's mind spanned.

Aryan's words ignited a spark of anticipation from the pack members as his words danced delicately on the threshold of curiosity.

"We agree," The entire pack rumbled and I smiled inwardly as they ended their meeting...

Elizabeth looked irked where she sat beside Wesley who gritted his teeth, deep in thoughts.

She clinked her foot to the ground, completely whacked off her mind.

"So you are going to leave our daughter to stay alone?"' she clenched her jaws.

"Not in any way! My words still stand, irrevocable!" His veins popped as he shot his dark squinted eyes at her.

"I don't understand. How would you say such a thing, isn't she our daughter?" Elizabeth's eyes reddened.

"I told you, she ceased from being so since she decided to defy me continuously," Wesley thundered under his lungs.

"Even when she is under the threat of being exposed to Ottiline's ridiculous claim to have mates and slaves?" Elizabeth whimpered.

"Even though! I mean I don't care, I am agnostic about the belief in the first place, but if it's true, then it's going to serve her right,"

Elizabeth pressed her hands against her mouth to stifle a shriek as a chill of dread seeped into her bones and a knot formed in her throat.

"You are just so ruthless and callous!" She flicked her hair as her lips quivered in fear of what might befall get daughter if she wasn't helped in any way.

Wesley understood why she was acting panicky, but he was still callous about what he had in mind to do...

Amora waggled towards Blake's residence with a straining grunt.

She knew that right from childhood, having issues with both of her best childhood friends wasn't healthy for their relationship at all.

"What the hell are you doing here!" Blake scowled at her, as he punched his hands into his fist when she entered his house.

"Am sorry Okay, I agree. I messed up, but what can I do to make her forgive me, I need her forgiveness, you have to understand," Amora implored with trembling lips and her eyes tracking down her skin.

"So tell me, if you had exposed the secret of Dhalia's whereabouts, did you also tell Millicent about the fact that we had been in touch with Dhalia for the past five years?" Blake gritted his teeth, with his tanned face turning Rudy red as he chided Amora.

"I didn't. I only lied that when I was passing by, I glanced at Dahlia's new home," Amora's lips quivered as she spoke, feeling contrite about her actions.

"Wow, so you even lied to save yourself and me, even though you have offended me?" Blake scowled as disgust beamed all over his face.

"Am sorry, I didn't mean it to happen that way, I guess it was jealousy," Amora felt her vision faltering because of the myriad of tears she had shed.

"Out of my presence!" Blake thundered under his lungs as he seethed through clenched teeth.

Amora waggled away as a sob ripped away from her throat...

Simon was sobbing when he snuffed a familiar scent, he knew about.

"Lady Millicent," He rose startled about her presence...

Millicent smacked her lips seductively at Simon has she waggled towards his side. He knew even though he has been trying with immense efforts to resist her, she has been quite beguiling.

Unfortunately for Milicent, Simon was still over heels for me, and in a deep dark hole if anxiety whether she would return to be his mate or not.

Ofcourse, he had acted callously that he wasn't going to try and fight for me but he knew it was all a feigning act.

A knot formed in his throat as she drew nigh.

"Hey, Simon," Millicent cajoled as she sat on his laps seductively.

"My lady!" His voice rumbled in his throat like gravel as he tried to whisper.

He felt an unfamiliar rumble poured out in his chest as she didn't move an inch from where she was.

"Come on, don't tell me that you are still holding out for my sister, afterall you know her fate is already final," Milicent croaked out.

"Am sorry mistress, you weren't given to me to be my mate, by father, and am not ready to mate under moonlight at all," Simon complained groggily.

He was completely whacked off his mind because of what he had been through.

"What the hell! You know what, I would just go and see father to try and convince him otherwise," Milicent recoiled as she hissed in disgust and waltzed out of his presence....

Ottiline Levine clinked her high heels impatiently on the ground at her large flashy mansion. She had been yelling at her guards and slaves because of frustration of failing to find Aryan to mate with him during bonding under moonlight.

"It's been too long Aryan, I have to find you, no matter where you go, I have to mate with you my sweet bun!" She chanted inwardly as her heart pounded in distress...