I Claim Your Love novel Chapter 25

After the episode in the Alpha's office, Callan was taken to a nearby room to help him ease his anger. His face was red and all he could think of was rage, animosity and disgust for Einar. He huffed every now and then before slamming his fist down on a table. The sudden action caught off guard Justus and Peter. Both of them stared at each other and then looked at the distraught state of Callan. Peter courageously stepped forward and held Callan's arm to make him sit on a chair.

"Listen here Callan, I know you are angry but you have to calm yourself."

Callan lifted his head to look at the former beta. "Why is it always me? Why does he hate me so much? I did nothing as such to ire him back in the office. I wished to be a part of the trials because it was my right. I wish to mate Viola because we chose each other. Where have I gone wrong?"

Peter looked at a distressed Justus and nodded at him when Justus was about to coerce his son, assuring him that he would handle the upset boy. He sighed and sat near Callan "I know son that in your mind you feel what you are doing is correct. But a request to demand a chosen mate has to be done by a wolf. Moreover Viola has not found her mate, that doesn't mean he is not alive."

"But we are two consenting adults. Shouldn't our wish be given consideration." Callan tried to reason.

"Yes it should but only when both the parties have a deceased mate."

Indeed the law stated that only a wolf whose mate had died can put forth his plea to find a chosen mate. Viola never mentioned about her mate in the past few years because she had visited many a packs but always returned empty handed. On the other hand people who had visited the blue moon pack did not strike a chord with the lady. Thus she assumed that either her mate was not a wolf or he was dead. "No one claimed her. Maybe her mate is no more." He looked at Peter with his eyes full of hope.

"Did she feel that? Did she feel the death of her mate?" Callan was dumbfounded on that question. "Mark my words Callan; it doesn't end well! Your father did told me about the relationship of you both. Lets just say that I am disappointed in you."

"But why?"

Peter sighed and kneeled in front of Callan. "We as animals are very possessive of our mates Callan. For us meeting our other half is the most blessed moment of our life. To cherish this union, both the wolves gift each other the most sacred thing they posses- their purity. If however one partner was involved even in the act of kissing someone else, the other partner may go insanely deranged and loose his senses. It will be the biggest betrayal of his life. He may become unstable and his mentally ill behaviour may cost the pack greatly."

"But.."

"I know you haven't thought about any of it when you established a physical relationship with her but indulging in intimate contacts with other wolves is a crime and the werewolves law clearly states severe punishments for such acts. So know this much son, Einar was a bit harsh back in the office but he wasn't wrong and you should apologise to him."

Callan hunched in his position as his head lowered and his eyes filled in the tears.

This meant that Callan had to let go of Viola. Even if her mate was dead she could not choose him because he himself was not blessed with one, so his mate being dead was out of question which eventually meant that he could not put forward a request. It also emotionally weakened him because now his greatest fear was coming alive. He would be left with no one to love; no one to cherish; no one to spend the rest of his life with. He had lived a lonely life all throughout which was already affecting him deeply.

He thought that he would have a chance at a mate but that was shattered when his father squashed any hopes of him having one. He thought that he would live a life with his chosen mate but he was once again robbed of the privilege. If he choses love from outside than he had to leave the pack and if he decided to stay than he had to endure the depression for being alone his entire life!

Fate had always prejudiced him and his love life was nothing more but a mockery. None of his previous relationships sustained. He had always failed in love.

These thoughts broke him down completely as his legs shivered and he kneeled besides the beta to tightly hug him. "This is my only chance at happiness; my only chance at life! I cannot mate any other shifter because the pack hardly accepts me how will they accept my mate. Why am I to suffer this lonely life? Can I never have someone to love me!? Someone who I can love back. Someone to bear my children."

Callan was a crying mess. His shoulders hunched while his tear drops soaked Peter completely. The former beta himself was having a hard time witnessing a wretched Callan. Justus was hardly having it as he could no longer see the state his son was in. He cursed his fate and also the Luna for making his only son go through so many trials and tribulations in his life. He gulped his own sorrow and lend a comforting hand on Callan's shoulder. "The luna has plans for everyone my son. Besides we are here and we love you immensely."

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On the request of his father Callan unwilling marched his steps to Einar's place. The situation which occurred back at the Alpha's place shouldn't have had arised in the first place. He knew Einar was right but he knew he was not wrong either. Nonetheless he was binded by the laws and whatever the reason maybe, inciting an Alpha was disrespectful. He could have been severely punished or even banished by the pack. If he did not wished for matters to escalate he knew that he should apologise to Einar as soon as possible.

He entered the large mahogany doors and climbed the stairways to reach Einar's room. He saw the door open and stood parallel to it. He was about to knock when he heard Einar saying "Its the beasts. I don't love my mate but they do." Callan's eyes narrowed as his hand was left hanging mid air in act of knocking. He froze to his spot as his mouth lay open and he gazed at both of them intently.

Einar caught hold of the faint alluring scent of his mate and his feet turned his body on itself. He was glued to the spot while his brain just stopped working. Every part of him paused while his thoughts were put on a break. He slowly retreated his steps back and placed one hand on Garrick's shoulder. With utter desperation he linked his best friend

What do we do? Say something Garrick.

Garrick himself was so astonished to see the person on the door that he forgot to breathe for a moment. When his friend linked him, he stuttered but reluctantly forced his body to maintain a tough posture.

"It is impolite to intrude Ashton. What reason brings you here?"

Callan unconsciously shifted his gaze from Einar to the voice of Garrick "Uh.. I-I needed to speak with the Alpha."

Einar just gulped as his ability to form words vanished.

Do something Garrick. Make him go, I cannot face him now.

Garrick quaffed and cleared his throat. "Whatever it is Ashton, I know it can wait. We are in the middle of something important, you can visit some other time."

By the looks of it, Callan knew that the friends were discussing something personal to them. But what he heard kept replaying itself in his mind. He realized it was better to leave now and come back later as he did not wanted to ire Einar more than he already was. He slowly lowered his eyes, nodded his head and turned his back to leave.

Both the friends heaved a sigh of relief. "That was close. Do you think he heard something?" Garrick asked curiously.

"I don't know Garrick. I don't know." Einar whispered in apprehension while his eyes were glued to the entrance door.

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Callan stepped out of his house in merriment. He wore knee long shoes, black trousers and his favorite white shirt. The past few days had been emotionally draining for him. Viola was unwillingly sent to foreign packs beyond the sea to have her chance of finding her true mate. She reluctantly left the pack with a heavy heart leaving Callan emotionally devastated. He kept himself locked for a few days but with some encouragement and love from his parents he was ready for a comeback.

Up until yesterday his mood had been slightly dull and dry but today his mood had been rather uplifted. He walked his feet for a long time before stepping on a small path. The small path than widened into a multicoloured sea shore where rocks big enough like boulders to small grains were present. Beyond the rocks lay a beautifully still lake which mirrored the sky. Hovering above the sky was his companion- the raven which flapped its wings in circulation of the water body as if inspecting the area.

At a casual distance near one such rock laid a lady with her back stick to the ground and legs crossed. Her head laid on a small rock comfortable enough to support her shoulders while her hands were crossed across her chest. From the high surface of the land she watched a buff muscular man inside the lake waters trying his best to balance his position. The man jerked his head in Callan's position and he waved at him cheerfully.

Callan than approached the lady and embraced her with a kiss on her forehead. "Am I late?" He asked the lady.

"Rather we are here early." She pointed to the man who was making his way to the surface "This idiot showed up at my door early before sunrise and spoiled my beauty sleep only to ask me what I wanted to eat."

Callan chuckled. "What did you say?"

"I gave him a long list of options and here we are." Fayette arched her back and stretched her hands to sway away the lazy bones. She than sat upright with her back supported by the rock.

Callan moved his head around before saying "But I don't see any food."

"Oh cause supposedly we were about to eat fish today which by the way was not even on the list." She stretched her lips and rapidly blinked her eyes at Archer who had just appeared behind Callan.

"Hey! don't just blame me. Callan likes to eat fish too." Archer said with a raised brow before splashing all his catch in the basket ahead of him.

Callan just shook his head and chuckled at the typical behaviour of Archer. "Let us worry about the food later. How about we go ahead with the procedure."

Both the friends nodded in agreement and held each others hands before stepping their feet in water. Fayette gave a coin each to the men and held one tightly in her palms. All the three friends held the coin close to their mouth, brushed it with their lips and muttered something. After a while, each of them took few steps back and threw the coins in the water at a faraway distance with all their might. They smiled at each other and marched to return to their favored spot.

On their way back, Archer just stopped Callan by his shoulder and moved closer to his ear before whispering. "The mutt is watching is."

Callan just smiled and whispered back "I know."

In fact Callan saw Garrick hiding behind a large tree when he was arriving at the lake. Garrick was smoldered by Fayette and he grinned watching her every movement. Callan had known since long that Garrick had been following her wherever she went so it was not surprising for him to see him here. He pretended to not have seen him and went on his way.

Archer was not having it. He never liked any of the wolves from Callan's pack since they misbehaved with his best friend. Therefore Garrick's presence was only annoying him at the moment. "This is creeping me out. Is he following us? Is he on a secret mission or something? Is he here to watch you?" Archer flared his nostrils. "Is he troubling you? If that is so let me handle him."