Acquaintance from the past

London:

I had honestly forgotten that I had agreed to a summit until Cane came into my office to notify me of Va'dneuver's presence in the left wing. It was to be perceived without doubt that the failed council meeting would also be a subject of discussion, and I definitely had no plans of making promises to pay attention to that.

Freya had told me something about the people perceiving the killings to be the work of wolf hunters, and the more I thought about it, the more it angered me. Those imbeciles had indirectly aided the hunter in creating the perfect atmosphere for chaos. If the people were in a state of unrest and ended up actually waging a war on the humans—wolf-hunters, to be precise—it would be a perfect camouflage for him.

I rubbed the bridge of my nose, exhaling sharply, before pulling my shirt over my shoulders. I roughly pushed my hair back, guiding my fingers to rightly button my shirt.

I felt fully energized, and I had my unconscious state to thank for that. Although it wasn't hundred percent peaceful, it was still better than not resting at all. Those horrible nightmares still plagued me, and I had not a single clue as to what they meant.

I rolled my sleeves, leaving a few buttons open, and my clan's tattoo peeked out, but I didn't mind as the wolf-head tattoo was my pride. I heard my stomach rumble and smacked my face with my palm, reminding myself that I hadn't later spoken with the chef or requested another better breakfast.

I had gotten busy going through the reports Reece had sent me after Freya left, and none of them lightened my mood at all; rather, each made it worse than the other.

To think I had just eased my frustration a few hours ago, but here it was rising again. The mere thought of sitting in a room and hearing dumb Alphas plead their case and solicit my help was just traumatizing. The three Alphas occupying the north-east were yet to give in to my demands and dared return to request what they believed to be a co-ownership.

And to actually believe that I had requested complete ownership of the north-east due to the fact that that was where the wolf-hunters were mainly based and I wanted to have a little fun with them. Sad, because now I was least interested in their wolf-hunters problem.

I had other pressing matters to handle, like cleaning up the mess those stupid elders created, and to do that, I had to figure out who set free the great destruction. I had discovered his name from Fuyu, who was reluctant to tell me. According to him, saying his name always left an awful taste in his mouth.

I didn't give a shit if my preference for black would be perceived as weird or creepy. Black represented a huge part of my soul, and reveling in it made me feel whole and at peace.

I locked my door and exited down the hallway, making a mental note to revisit my lovely case with the little rabbit whenever I got bored of the summit and decided to leave. We still had unfinished business.

My mouth rose as a dark smirk danced on my lips. My tongue grazed my left canine, and my eyes glinted naughtily at the thought of having her in my room.

"Focus on the summit, London. You can get laid later." Fuyu shook his head in disappointment.

I whined with a pout, "Not my fault. I will give anything to just cancel, but I need the information I'll sift out from their conversations."

Marching down the stairs, I perceived her scent, and that inexplicable jolt of need ran through my body. Her scent always had a way of ruining me, and it was becoming something I was beginning to subconsciously crave, and that was a goddamn frustrating thing.

She was indirectly torturing me by putting me through endless nights of torture. It didn't really surprise me that I could barely get into it with Freya, nor did it surprise me that one round was all I could do with her. My body, ever since that night, has chosen to respond only to Blaire.

I could see my body distancing itself from Freya because if I couldn't get it up easily for her, then she deserved to be set free. I could always get laid with Blaire whenever I pleased, and something told me she was feeling the same, although she was trying to hide it.

In the midst of everything, there was something that still greatly puzzled me. When I had rejected the mate bond, I had severed my connection with her halfly meaning she couldn't sense my thoughts and my heart but her body and would still submit to me by virtue of me being the one who had severed it first. The bond still faintly lingered, but now I could feel its effects on me growing by the day. Why?

It felt like with each passing day, my body was being set ablaze with an insurmountable need to throw her on my bed and fuck her till her legs shake, painting her in my darkness as she came round after round with my name on her lips while she saw stars.

As I approached the left wing, the maids that were stationed outside waiting to be summoned bowed in respect. I walked with my head held high, ready to walk in there and get that meeting over with and have Blaire cure my raging erection because, oh yes, I was hard as hell in my pants, and it was making my left eye twitch at how easily the bastard perks up at any thought of Blaire.

Literally, she could walk up to me with those innocent eyes staring into mine and pout those godforsaken plump lips of hers, speaking to me in her gentle voice that pleased the ears, and I'd be tempted to back her against the wall and pound hell out of her.

"Easy boy, I can literally perceive your arousal." Fuyu was stunned.

I shook my head while a mocking chuckle slipped. "So help me, Luna, if those bastards have nothing reasonable to say, thereby waisting the time that I could have spent teasing my little maid." It was going to get awful if they actually did it.

I opened the door, entering in all my glory. My black hair stayed in a messy bun, with tendrils framing my face. My gray eyes scanned the room with a promise of raining hell upon the slightest misconduct.

I took my seat, resting my left arm on the left armrest, grazing my chin with my index ring-clad finger, and resting my right hand over my thighs while I crossed my legs and settled my eyes on them with a slow blink.

"Gentleman, shall we?"

They all nodded, sitting down after standing with heads bowed to welcome my presence. I hoped they'd all be assembled because the last thing I'd need was a late entry.

"Pardon my lateness; I hope I can still catch on." An oh-so-familiar voice that I could recognize even in my sleep said.

It was a voice I really detested. A voice that made me grit my teeth and peer at him with deadly eyes.

White hair, tall, mesomorphic body structure, forrest green eyes on the left with sea blue on the right—very mismatched eyes that I couldn't tolerate setting my eyes upon. His wolf-head tattoo peered from the exposed buttons of his shirt. He had canines that stood slightly elongated and peeked out from that demonic smile of his.

His devilish glint flashed at me as his smile deepened when he set his eyes on me. He bowed with a light gesture, making his white hair fall over his face from the black hairband he wore to keep his shoulder-length hair in check.

"Brother, it's been a minute."

My eye twitched ceaselessly as I took in my adopted brother, the one who was being trained by my father to take over the throne in case I never woke up.

The one whom they thought had a wolf of promising capabilities like Fuyu. The dumb excuse of a replacement...

"Indeed Jax… It's been a minute." My teeth ground as those words left my lips, while a not-so-friendly smile made my eyes crinkle.

"Fucking Jax." Fuyu sneered, growling aggressively.

"I knew this meeting was not going to end well." I chuckled.

"I can literally smell the smirk of his wolf, Naya. For a wolf with a feminine name, he's quite a confident, mocking fella. Permit me to shred his bones." Fuyu said.

"Again with the kill-thoughts. As much as I hate his guts and would love to indulge your idea, for him to be here, then there's really an important discussion about to take place." I said it with a brow that quickly arched and was released.

"I'd really want to know what made your dad think this handsome asshole was fit to be Alpha. I hate to say this, but even Reece, whom I do not like at all, would have my vote to be Alpha if we hadn't woken up." He snorted.

I arched a brow at him, questioning his choice of descriptive words.

"London, you know it... He's quite a charmer."

My scrutiny was merciless as I looked him over again. I scoffed with a tap of my tongue against my pallette, "I admit nothing."

Fuyu laughed maniacally at how in sync we both were with our stubbornness.

Jax, despite being a charmer with distinct features and a seductive voice, had strength—that I'd admit. But when it came down to who could handle the affairs as an Alpha King with strength and basically all-over capabilities, Fuyu and I beat him and Naya hands down. And it was something he just couldn't accept and held as a grudge.

My dad settled him fairly by giving him the whole south, excluding the south-west. He made him an Alpha, but he just couldn't swallow the fact that he still had to answer to me.

Over the years, he never said much to me or showed up at anything, but I could see the look in his eyes remained the same as the last time I saw him. It was a look that said, 'Goddess, he's an asshole. How is he more deserving than I am?'.

Cane approached me with a stack of files, whispering the summary of the few conversations that took place before my arrival in my ear.

I nodded while rubbing my fingers with a look that showed I was listening to him… more or less. I dismissed him with a wave of my finger, signaling for him to commence the summit.

"Alphas, the king would like you all to begin, starting with the dear General, Va'dneuver." Cane gestured at him, and he stood.

"Good day, gentlemen. As we all know, killings have been happening all over town, and it has become..." Va'dneuver began in his commanding, brusque tone.

My attention was diverted when the door opened, and that fucking scent engulfed the room.

I rubbed my forehead, "just great, more shit to make my fucking day worse."