The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 256

Chapter 256: Nobody Touches What’s Mine & Walks

Three whiskeys was Tiberon’s version of a warning shot.

Dex sat in his father’s study, the chair still warm from whoever had vacated it before him. Hyran occupied the leather seat by the hearth, legs crossed, a glass balanced on his knee with the practiced indifference of a man who had survived enough of these briefings to know that the whiskey was the kindest part.

Tiberon poured the third glass and set it in front of Dex without ceremony.

"You’ve been unconscious for seven days," he began, his voice carrying the warmth of a glacier calving into the sea. "During that time, decisions were made in your absence."

Dex’s jaw tightened. He drank.

"Gavriel has been checking on Serena throughout the week. On my order."

The glass stopped halfway to the table. Dex’s fingers locked around it, and for one full second, the study was so quiet he could hear the fire breathing in the hearth.

Gavriel. Checking on Serena. For seven days.

On his father’s order.

Tiberon continued, oblivious to the specific, catastrophic chain reaction those words had initiated inside his son’s skull. "She was distraught over what happened to you and refused to leave your side. That boy has always been able to lighten things when it comes to her."

The whiskey glass in Dex’s hand exploded.

Amber liquid and crystal shards detonated outward from Dex’s fist in a burst so sudden that a shard pinged off the far wall.

Tiberon looked at his son’s hand. Then at the ruined glass. Then at the whiskey pooling on his desk, two inches from a document he had spent the better part of three days drafting.

He opened a drawer. Produced a second glass. Poured. Slid it across the desk without comment.

Typical.

Dex took it. Blood welled from two cuts on his palm. He ignored them.

Aegon: Lightening things. A gift. That’s what we’re calling it now.

Dexmon: I’ll handle it.

"Moving forward, if I am not available, Hale or Elara are the go to people for Serena. If they aren’t around, then Hyran. Gavriel at the bottom," Dexmon said flatly. "He has enough on his plate."

He added the last bit there because he didn’t want to answer questions.

Aegon: Stop protecting him.

Hyran swirled his drink. "For the record, your mate is stubborn. Alaric and I both tried to reason with her. I need her focused on those scrolls but she refused until you woke up. Both of your Betas sat with her everyday and didn’t bother trying to convince her of anything." He paused, debating if he should say what he was thinking. Dexmon caught the look, so Hyran continued with the thought.

"Sterling has been a bit off lately. I think he was upset at her for knocking you out and just didn’t want to be the jackass to say that. They didn’t speak at all the times I went to check on her and he was there. He would pop in and leave."

"Guinevere Ashford is Gavriel Sterling’s fated mate," Tiberon continued.

The second glass survived, but only because Dex set it down before the sentence finished landing. His knuckles went white on the arm of the chair instead.

"You’re joking."

Guinevere. The woman who had crawled into his bed wearing Serena’s mother’s necklace. The woman who had chased him nude through a corridor making cat noises. The woman who had clawed Serena’s neck open over her mark and thrown her mother’s only heirloom into a fire.

That woman was his Gamma’s fated mate. The universe had a sense of humor, and Dex was going to find it and break its jaw.

"I’m not." Tiberon replied. "Serena also declined to press charges."

The study went cold.

Dex’s eyes lifted to his father’s with a precision that had nothing casual in it. "She did what?"

"The decision was offered to her and she declined."

"On what grounds?" Dex asked, already knowing the answer.

"Sterling, obviously."

Dex leaned back in his chair. The fire in the hearth popped once, filling a silence that was doing more work than any words could.

The woman who had drawn her blood was now permanently tied to Gavriel Sterling, and Serena Drakenfell would rather swallow her own fury than cause pain to someone she cared about. Again, she was protecting everyone in the room except the one person who deserved protection most, which was herself.

It was the most Serena decision she had ever made. Absorb the wound. Protect the people she loved from the fallout. But the governance was his. Not hers.

Aegon: Her forgiveness is not ours to honor.

Dex: No. It’s not.

"Your mother and I both disagreed," Tiberon added, reading his face. "But it happened to your mate, and I left the decision to her."

"And my mate chose wrong." Dex’s voice was quiet. "Her forgiveness does not cancel my authority. It never has. I love her for it, but this isn’t up to her. She falls under me, as Crown Prince."

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