Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 373

Chapter 373: Ancilla’s In The House

(Author’s POV)

"Ancilla Tape, Ancilla Richards. I apologize in advance, but you can’t meet Master Jacob right now," Chris stated, remaining firm on his stand. "He is getting treatment from Healer Hector. The healing process needs peace and quiet."

"ODIOUS CREATURE. Who do you think you are to talk to us like that, huhhh? You surely have a death wish," Elder Brian Tape retorted, his eyes narrowing with clear contempt.

Beside him, Catherine Richards gave Chris a near death stare but didn’t utter a single syllable. For her, even conversing with a human was a gross act.

"Ancilla Tape, relax~ .... don’t scare Secretary Shadow like that," Ancilla Silvia Silver, the third elder of the Vampire community, spoke, her accent matching royal decorum. Her voice irresistibly amiable and soft. She then turned her attention back to Chris, giving him a warm smile, "Don’t mind Elder Brian’s harsh utterance, Secretary Shadow. He is just too anxious regarding His Majesty’s health. After all, we are all his loyal subjects. Aren’t we? Try to understand his feelings a bit more."

"I totally relate to Elder Tape’s sentiments. It resonates with me, Ancilla Silver," Chris spoke, his voice compliant. "However, .... Master has himself commanded not to let anyone enter the vicinity of the Healing Chamber during the duration of the ritual. I am sure neither of you, elders, whom I deeply respect and admire with utmost sincerity, would want to create disturbance for him and defy his orders in any way."

This statement of his was met with rude glares and execrable looks from all the Elders. Chris Shadow may be an ordinary human and the weakest person out of the ones present, but he carried himself with such confidence and pride that it would even intimidate the people from the Vampire circle.

But these were no ordinary, low ghouls. They were~ .... all the elites Sanguisuge. The bloodsuckers holding most power, only after Jacob Larson, the King. Crossing them would be like booking a direct ticket for afterlife.

Catherine, in her jet black bodycon dress, walked elegantly towards the couch in her matching stilettos and settled on it like a true and deserving queen. She gracefully kept her posture crossed legged and met Chris’s eyes, "Chris Shadow, I don’t think you understand the situation here. Do you?" Her perfectly manicured nails resting on the armrest.

Chris’s fists tightened, but he didn’t let his nervousness be known and kept his cool, sneaking peeks at the door every now and then. With a reserved smile, he started, "Eminent Elder Richards, I don’t think I~ ..." he was about to say something, but before that, Catherine cut him off, "Do you take all of us as a joke here?" Her voice chilling, icy cold.

Chris’s barely sharpened nails were digging into the inside of his palms. The freshly bandaged self inflicted injury was stinging at his core, but he didn’t dare hiss openly or even make a noise.

Meanwhile, Catherine resumed, "As an outsider, you aren’t aware of the chaotic situation the Vampire community is facing right now. I get that~ .... but we aren’t here to listen to your blabbering or anything. If His Majesty has issued any official order, I will never disregard it. But~ .... I will take that in person, not by a mere~ ...." She gave him a once over, as if stripping him naked. Her eyes were violating his very soul as he looked at him with disgust, "~By a mere fallible human."

"Elder Richards, I would not dare to~ ...." Chris tried to speak again, but Catherine’s thunderous voice cut him off, "PREPOSTEROUS ~ Ain’t you, CHRIS SHADOW? Your utter rudeness and sheer disrespect know no bounds, I surmise. Stop being so idiomatic and call Iris Hector. We all want to have a word with her."

Chris remained rooted to his spot. These influential bloodsuckers wanted to sideline him, he could tell that.

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