Third Person POV
Dylan walks slowly towards his mother's study. Word has reached to him by his Alpha that she may be up to something awfully bad.
She has been highly suspicious and for the good of the land and the new tri-pack treaty, all must remain at peace. The pain of the loss of this baby is too much for everyone already.
Just as he nears her study, he can hear her yelling frantically. But she is not alone. Joseph holds his hands up and tries to calm her down but she continues to yell and throw stuff around the room.
"Don't tell me to calm down Joseph. Don't you dare tell me to calm down. Do you not understand what just happened? That stupid girl dropped every ounce of that blood. It's useless. What am I supposed to do now? That blood was my ticket out of this damn inferno. If I could have just taken one sip, just one small sip from it when I had the chance. . ."
She runs her fingers through her hair. He comes behind her slowly, unaware Dylan is listening to every word and can see them through the crevice of the window.
"And why didn't you darling? You had the opportunity to do it. Why didn't you take a sip?" He leans close and kisses her neck, tightening his grip on her waist.
Dylan clenches his jaw. It had just been a few weeks since the death of his father. He doubted this romance between his mother and Joseph had just begun.
"Don't be ridiculous Joseph! Do you have any idea what would have happened to me if I did that in front of them? They would have beheaded me in an instant. The blood ritual was supposed to be only for the leaders and their mates."
"Why does it matter anyway? How powerful can they become from this bond? I doubt they can become so powerful." He leans closer, running his hands up and down her sides.
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