Chapter 18: Changing Times
After Juan is done making his announcement, the Santos start to file out of the room slowly, in a wave of murmurs and noises as they discuss what was said, and where we go from here. You can feel the tension thickening, the uneasiness, and nervousness, as it sinks in that this is real and life as we know it is about to change dramatically. Colton pulls me aside, tucking us out of the way of the door to let people pass, and grabs a passing male who is very familiar to me.
"Matteo, take Alora to our room and wait for me there. Assemble the pack, I want to talk to you all. I won't be long; my father wants me." He nods out towards the front of the room, where Juan's still concealed by moving people and I instantly feel sick with apprehensive.
Being left with someone and separated from Colton reminds me, that for all the things I am mad at him about, I still feel secure when with him. He's my safety net, and the only person in the world who cares about me in any kind of way. His strength, his quiet confidence, and air of control, is the calm to my nervous floundering and it only hit's home, that I need his presence more than I want to admit.
"Dude, I don't think that's good idea. Carmen and Alora in the same room…. she will…."
"Are you questioning me?" Colton's tone instantly changes, ha growling snarl in the undertones, irritation fast to show his displeasure and that aggressive air kicking in as Matteo looks away sheepishly. Knowing he overstepped the mark. Questioning of a command never goes down well with alphas of any sort, especially not by one of his own sub pack and it shows me that Colton is way more patient with me than even his closest.
"No, mi alfa, pido disculpas." Matteo responds in fluent Spanish, lowering his head and displaying his regret. Showing the demanded respect, obviously chastised as his leader is Colton, apologizing and addressing him as alpha.
We have one major rule in our world. Never query your alpha, for any reason, and never disobey. I forgot what that was like when living severed from any real pack and only having to follow basic rules in the home. Being here reminds me how it used to be when my family was alive, and we all followed Samuel Whyte, before his family was taken down and never returned.