Alpha warrior novel Chapter 2

But Adrien, instead, settled back in his spot and shook his head. “If it was easy for me to sneak away, I’d consider it, but my father would rescind my title and probably have my head if I do anything off the book and make the Council question me. Even baseless rumors by Pack gossips is enough for Winslow to pop by my house to ‘have a chat’.”

The last of his words came out mockingly, a perfect impersonation of the Imperial Council’s “Head of Pack Relations” and “Interpack Liaison”. The poor official had been the butt of all their jokes and receiving end of their mischief since they were kids. For a while, he seemed, a glorified babysitter.

Isla sighed. “Have to keep the Hierarchy looking polished.”

“Goddess, help me,” Adrien answered with a grunt.

As the two of them lost themselves in another conversation, Adrien giving Isla crucial tips for finding the safest routes and achieving the fastest kill in the Hunt, the bartender brought over their drinks. They were gone quickly, both of them realizing they were just about ready for the night to end—or at least blur—before it had truly started.

“I think they’ve arranged to have me placed next to the new Alpha of Deimos,” Adrien said, after Isla had asked him of the Feast’s seating arrangements.

“Deimos?” Her voice went high. The Pack’s name had already been enough to send a shudder down her spine. She glanced around them warily. The discussion, she felt, taboo this soon. The next person at the bar was a few feet away, though for wolves, that barely meant inches. But as they weren’t mates, it wasn’t possible for Isla to have unspoken communication with Adrien unless they shifted. She relented to just keep her voice quiet. “He really came?”

“He is a Pack Alpha, and this is the Hunt,” Adrien said, matching her volume.

Isla let out an astonished breath. “But his father and brother just died like a month ago. An—and his mother, she. . .”

“Probably doesn’t have much time either. Not that she’d want it,” Adrien finished, voice even.

Horrible, Isla thought, biting down on her cheek and looking towards the ground, reminded of the realities and weaknesses of their kind.

The bartender brought over their next round, and she and Adrien fell silent, mulling over the recent tragedy with alcohol on their tongues. Isla took the quiet to really ponder.

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