The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82: He Picked The Wrong Washed-Up Gamma’s Son

"No time. We need to go. Now."

Serena was sitting with Elara in her oversized room. Her crown was still on, but she was in silk shorts and a matching camisole, winding down for bed.

The tone in Hale’s voice was all she needed. She threw socks on, pulled on boots, and grabbed a black cloak.

Hyran and Gav entered a moment later. Without a word, Hyran opened a portal.

Elara looked just as perplexed as Serena. But they both went through the portal.

Three seconds.

That’s how long it took between the portal sealing shut and someone shoving the tent flap open aggressively.

Viremont came through first, followed by his men.

"Viremont," Gav said calmly. "I must admit, this is unexpected."

"Where is she?" Viremont asked.

Gav took his time answering. "Going to have to be more specific."

"Tiberon’s favorite toy." Viremont’s voice was low with anger.

"Still not specific."

Viremont’s jaw clenched so hard Gav could hear the teeth. "Fine. I want my daughter. Now."

"Agnes has been offered a portal to Viremont territory for two weeks," Gav said, his tone bored. "She’s declined every offer."

"I am not going to be managed by some washed-up gamma’s son who is entirely too young to be in his seat," Viremont said. He looked at Hale. "And a warrior dressed up as a beta."

His alpha aura flared, but Hyran, Gav, and Hale stood solid, unflinching.

"She’s not in this tent," Gav said. "Neither of them."

"Then where."

"Drakenfell."

Viremont looked past Hale at the door to the sleeping quarters. He shoved past, shouldering Hale hard.

His men poured in behind him. One of them kicked Serena’s trunk open. Another yanked the blankets off the bed.

Empty.

He turned, nostrils flared, chest heaving, and for a moment looked like a man who had been told the punchline to a joke he did not find funny.

"I smell her. She was here."

"Touch one more thing in this tent," Gav said from the partition entrance, his voice stripped of every trace of humor, "and I will have you escorted out of our camp in chains."

Six Drakenfell soldiers entered the tent in that moment.

Hale’s eyes narrowed on Viremont. "I’m going to say this once. Clearly. So there’s no confusion."

"You do not enter Drakenfell tents without prior notice. You do not bring armed escorts unless cleared through our command."

"If you need to speak with a member of King Tiberon’s delegation, you put in a formal request and you wait for a response."

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