The Rejected Luna Queen novel Chapter 136

Alpha Bane's POV

I sneaked out of our room and headed straight to the throne room, where I was very certain that my father was waiting for me.

Ever since I and Aurora got to the Blue Moon Pack, just a day ago, she had glued herself to me, refusing to give me any sort of space.

It was a bit annoying at first, but after a while, it became even more annoying, not because she wanted to be close to me. I loved that fact. But because she was just so scared. I was so sure that it wasn't companionship that drove her to me. It was fear.

She was scared of everything. The Aurora that I knew was beginning to look like someone else. No amount of words that I said to her was able to make her change what she had in mind. She held onto her thoughts like a plague and they affected her drastically.

As I left the room, I heaved a sigh of relief, finally breaking free from her. I knew she was going to notice my absence in no distant time but I must have gotten to the throne room before then.

"Greetings, my son," said my father as soon as my feet stepped into the throne room.

I turned to him and smiled. I hadn't met with him since I got back to the Pack and he looked so happy to see me. Me too. I was delighted.

"Thank you, father," I greeted, before walking down to a chair and sitting.

"It seems like you just woke up from sleep, son."

"Not really. But I've not been awake for so long," I replied. "A guard informed me last night that you wanted to see me very urgently this morning. Is there a problem?"

"There is. You may want to have a look at this one yourself," he said, handing a piece of paper over to me.

I took it from his hand and opened it up to see what it was. It was a letter and I knew whose writing it was. It was no one else but Dylan.

He threatened to come to the Pack and attack us and the more I read the letter, the angrier I got. I could feel my face squeeze more and more as I kept going through it.

"Such guts," I uttered, as I got to the end of the note. I couldn't stomach his audacity. I couldn't understand why he'd think that he had such power to do all that he said he was going to do.

He made it seem like we were at his mercy but I knew that we weren't. It was the other way around and I had to let him know.

"I'll be writing back to that idiot," I told my father. "I'm not going to let this slide at all. Dylan has bitten more than he can chew and I must write to him at once."

"No, you wouldn't son," he objected. "That's exactly what he wants and you'll only be playing right into his hands. Is that what you want?"

"Well. No, it's not."

"Good. It's not necessary at all. We have more pressing issues to concern ourselves with," he went on. "We have to continue with our plans. This letter is something that we must ignore. We can't let him make us take actions that will only end up in his favour. We must be smart enough to beat him in his own game. Whenever he decides to attack us, we'd certainly be ready for him. I'm sure of that."

Immediately after he said those words, I noticed that his head dropped. His countenance quickly changed and his mood got sour.

I could understand why. No father would have been happy to sit with one of his children, drawing a plan on how to foil the attack of another child of his. It was so heartbreaking for him to know that his son was plotting against him. I was so sure that if there was a way for the fight to be avoided, he'd have grabbed it with both hands. Sadly, there wasn't, as neither I nor Dylan were ready to have any sort of peace.