Defying the Lycan King (Kira and Derek) novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115: Saving the Night

Kai finally excused himself from the group with a polite nod and spread his arms wide as Kira turned toward him.

She walked straight into them and then pulled back and poked him in the ribs with two fingers.

"Ow," Kai said, looking delighted. "Hello to you too, Your Highness."

"You took forever," she told him.

"We were coming as fast as Nana’s dignity would allow."

He wrapped his arms around her properly and she went, squeezing him back with more force than he expected. "There she is," he said quietly, more gently. "You alright, Sunshine?"

"I’m better now," she said against his shoulder. Then, "You came. You actually came."

"Of course I came." His voice returned to its usual register, light and easy. "You think I’d miss watching you boss around a room full of Alphas? Not a chance."

She pulled back and looked at him. "Have you seen Derek?"

Something moved across Kai’s face, quick and carefully handled. "Something came up. He had to deal with it."

Kira felt the ache return to her chest at the news. She wanted to ask what could possibly be more important than this, but Nana grabbed her hand.

"Not tonight, darling," Nana said simply. "Later. When all of this is done." Her fingers squeezed once and gently. "Let’s get this night back on track first. Can you do that?"

As the crowd saw the massive display of love and support the Wolfes were giving to the Queen, the atmosphere in the room shifted.

The hostile Alphas, sensing the change in the wind, began to return to their seats, their anger quietly deflating in the presence of the Wolfe matriarch. Nana had not addressed them directly. She had simply arrived, and that had been sufficient.

Nana and Kai moved toward the royal booth, and as they settled into their seats the room rearranged itself around them, people taking their cues from the simple fact of their presence.

At the podium, the auctioneer, who had been struggling to keep anyone’s attention for the last hour, cleared his throat, straightened his papers, and found his voice again.

"Next item on our programme," he said, with recovered confidence. "is a private weekend retreat at Snowmist Lodge, generously donated by Alpha Lucas of the Snow Crest Pack. Bidding starts at ten thousand pounds."

The first few bids came in cautiously. Then placards went up from the Alphas who had been clamouring for apologies barely fifteen minutes ago, raising their figures with the competitiveness of men who had decided the evening was salvageable after all.

"Fifty thousand."

"Seventy-five."

"One hundred and twenty."

"Two hundred thousand!"

Nana’s voice carried across the auditorium without effort, clear and unbothered, as though she were commenting on the weather.

The room went quiet again, though this time the quality of the quiet was entirely different.

The auctioneer blinked at his clipboard. "Two hundred thousand pounds. Do I hear—" He looked around the room. No one moved. "Two hundred thousand, going once. Going twice." He brought the gavel down. "Sold."

Nana settled back in her chair with a look of serene satisfaction that suggested she had made her point and seen it land.

Kira caught her eye from across the room and mouthed, "Thank you."

Nana waved her off with a soft laugh.

Always, my love," she said. "Always."

***

The car rolled to a stop in front of the packhouse, and the driver stepped out quickly and opened the rear door.

Alpha Braxton stepped out into the cool night air, loosening the top button of his collar as he looked up at the lit windows of the house.

The journey back from the university had been long and quiet, filled with thoughts he could not shake.

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