The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 116

7 Chapter 116 He’s wheezing, breathing heavily with his blue shirt soaked with sweat, clinging onto his chest. Droplets of water rolls off the side of his face as he bends, hands clutching onto his knees as he pants out exhaustedly. “What…did…. you mean….. by….” He lifts his phone to reveal the screen turned on to our chat. The words displayed was a text sent from me. The Bloodlust Alpha is eating Selene lol’ Meredith looks at me. Her lips thinned into a line and her eyes half lidded unamused. “You told him Alpha Locksworth is eating her? How did you even have the time to text him from when we were going downstairs?” I feel the pointed stares of Williams, Weston and Meredith drilling into the side of my face. Their judgmental gazes making both me and my wolf uncomfortable. Awkwardly puffing out my cheeks, i laugh nervously as my wolf slowly retreats into the corner of my mind backwards. “I didn’t tell him, I texted him.” No response. Yikes. Tough audience.

“I uh… didn’t think he’d take me seriously-” “I’m surprised anyone ever does.” Weston interrupts, his gaze never leaving him. Caution and alert is in his posture. His wolf undoubtedly keeping tabs and evaluating the newcomer as an opponent in case a fight breaks out. “Wha- who the hell are you?” He wheezes out his question. He takes in a huge breath, trying to steady his breathing and slips his phone into his back pocket. He never lets his gaze wander from Weston. “Weston Creed, Beta of the Ignis Red pack, serving under Alpha Locksworth.”

Weston walks forward with dignified steps, lending out his hand. This was a test of tension. If either one of them does a thing the other doesn’t like, there’s no doubt in my mind that fists and claws and possibly shifts would be flying around here. Weston patiently waits with his hand sticking outright. The hand he never offered me. What a pri ck. The time ticks by without anyone moving a muscle. Finally, I think Weston has enough. Weston gives him a look, tilting his head to the side and asks none too patiently, “And you are?” Another wave of tension goes by before he lifts his hand to give Weston a shake. When the two - formally greet each other, he runs the back of his hand over his forehead to wipe the sweat off his face. He exhales with a calm puff of breath. He licks his dry lips as his gaze sweeps across the room. He takes his time to individually memorize everyone’s expressions: most of these faces he knew and one he didn’t. “Isaac. Isaac Èverdale, Ga mma of the Greyhound pack, serving under Alpha Crestfield.” “I believe it’s safe to say you all know why I called you here.” Noah’s fingers laced together as he brought them to his lips. His arms that propped onto the conference table lay bare when he rolled his sleeves up. Sitting at the edge of his seat, he tried not to let the buzzing feeling that this was a bad idea stray him from his objective. It was, after all, too late to change his mind. His expression set into deep thought as he leaned into his chair. Sitting around the table were his accomplices: His beautiful mate, Mailia. His Ex-Alpha and current Alpha’s adoptive mother, Meredith. The Chancellor, Williams. The Chancellor’s mate and close associate of Meredith’s, Elizabeth. And lastly, the Beta of Alpha Locksworth and Noah’s arch nemesis, Pres- Weston. “Indeed…” Mailia leans closer to the desk, eyeing the others before grimly looking at her hands.

“I didn’t think it would happen so quickly… None of us expected it. To think, they would-” She cuts herself off and shuts her eyes, putting a hand to her chest before digging her nails into her shirt. “I can’t even speak from how shocked I am. They didn’t even give us time to prepare.” Noah frowns and places a comforting hand to her shoulder. He gives her a reassuring squeeze. “I know. Everything is all sorts of messed up right now. Things aren’t the same. But what is the same, is our purpose. It’s up to us to ensure chaos doesn’t wreck havoc on their lives. It’s up to us to make sure evil doesn’t weave its way into their fates.” Noah’s gaze sweeps around the table until it reaches Weston. He frowns. “Okay, well maybe not so much you. It’s just that Mailia told me not to exclude you.” He ignores Weston’s scowl and clears his throat, “Anyway, as I was saying. We are the ones to ensure that the balance and the fate of our heads and jobs are still intact. We are the sole members of a society like none other. Us- The Guardians of the Galax- wh oops, wrong story. Let me try that again. Us-The guardians of peace, love and prosperity.” Noah smiles triumphantly, slamming his hand against the wood in a hard smack and stands up his chair for dramatics. from “Us- the Selene Protection Squad.” Mailia nods, wiping the tears slipping from her eyes. Pride and pure adoration for her mate shinning through her smile. “…aren’t they just going on a date?” The two cut their gazes at Williams, who looks utterly confused and looks to Meredith for support. She too, holds an expression of confusion but there’s more amusement than anything else. With her arms crossed behind her head, she leans against her chair with a sigh.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.