Alpha Maximus The Last Lycan novel Chapter 13

"I can't help but notice your mate and Luna is not here.' I point out. Alpha Tate chokes on his whisky and sits up straight.

He then gives Sam a strange look. They must be mind-linking. "Um-yes, my mate, believe it or not, she only turned eighteen a month ago, so I only recently found her," he explains.

"I would love to meet her," I insist as I watch Alpha Tate uncomfortable, correcting his collar and tie.

"I'm sure you will meet her at some point. But, unfortunately, she is currently indisposed," Alpha Tate says as if he was assuring himself and not me.

We have another round of whisky. Alpha Tate wants to hear about my journey so far. I only tell him the basics, though. I honestly couldn't be bothered with the extra details.

A pack member enters and informs us that the dinner will be ready shortly. We make our way down the stairs, following Alpha Tate and Sam.

"I have a feeling your cook has made something with apples for dessert?" I enquire. "What makes you say that?" Alpha Tate asks.

"Ever since we arrived, I've been able to smell the hint of warm apple and caramel. Whatever it is, I'm looking forward to having a bite," I reply.

Alpha Tate chuckles, "Yes, well, we have some of the best cooks here," he boasts.

Nathan sniffs the air. "I can't smell it," he shrugs.

The feast was interesting, and the pack members happily spoke to me and asked many questions. It was quite refreshing to feel included and not be in a room full of people that were terrified.

We drink plenty of wine and laugh at all the dumb jokes and stories we tell each other at the table.

I become excited as dessert is brought out, but it isn't the caramel apple or apple pie I thought it would be. Instead, it's some strange-looking banana cake with cream.

It's strange and unusual that I would be so disappointed over a dessert, normally I couldn't care less what was given to me, but I'm feeling greatly disappointed and somewhat sad.

Chaos suddenly becomes frustrated. I quickly mind-link to Nathan that Chaos might make an appearance and stand up. "You will all have to excuse me. Nature is calling," They all nod at my excuse to leave the table.

As soon as it's clear, I walk outside and sit inside the back of the limo.

Chaos is fighting for control, Chaos! Stop trying to take over! You will have all night tomorrow to yourself!

Nathan opens the car door and hops in. "Do you need some Wolfsbane?" he asks.

"I think I'm okay now. Chaos and I became angry over a dessert of all things," I laugh.

"Well, it was overcooked and sloppy," Nathan laughs.

We exit the limo and return to the pack house. Before I enter, I breathe in the air.

Nathan sits up and holds his head. I walk over to a table, which has a glass and a jug of water. I fill his glass up and hand it to him.

"Here, drink this shithead," I say to him.

'I'm not a shithead!" Nathan argues.

'Well, you drank twice as much as I did last night and got shitfaced, so, yeah," I shrug.

Nathan sculls the water down, "Have a shower. I will wait for you.' I say as I walk over to a bookshelf and pick one out to read. I take a book about herbal medicine.

Sitting on the couch, flicking through the pages, I toss the book aside. I leave the room and wander up the hall.

The smell of cooked apples and warm caramel hit my nose again. I follow the smell until it leads me to an old staircase that goes up into an attic

I slowly walk up the stairs. They appear rotten and damp. I reach the door handle, turn the knob, and push the door open.

As the door creaks open, I see a really old thin mattress in the corner of the room-a broken chair in the other corner and a full-length broken mirror missing half the glass.

Cold fog rises from my lips. It's so cold in here. I gaze at the mattress. I hope no one has been sleeping in here. I suddenly feel an overwhelming sense of sadness. The only thing that brings me comfort is the sweet smell in here.