The Dark Side Of Fate by Karima Sa'ad Usman novel Chapter 235

~Leo~

"Should I set the table for our guest, Alpha?" I heard Macy's voice in my head while I held my mate.

She must have tried to reach out to Amelia, but Amelia was asleep in my arms.

I could not sleep.

Apart from being in slight pain, what Amelia said made so much sense and made me nervous at the same time. I knew I would have to discuss and strategise with the Lords and King.

"I want only trusted Omegas to serve us," I linked Macy.

"Luna has already made sure of it. The people that cooked the food will serve it. We must also taste the food before our guest eats it," She said, and I peeked at Amelia. She looked peaceful and fragile in my arms, but her exterior didn't fool me.

She was a very caring woman. She also was the ruthless type. She must have cared about me so much to be gentle and patient with me. I stroked her hair gently to appreciate her, and she stirred in her sleep.

I watched her eyes gently open, and I smiled.

She was a bit confused at first, and then she came through.

"Didn't sleep?" she asked, and I knew she would be able to tell because I did not look rested.

"Was watching you," I said, and she giggled and sat up.

She took two minutes to compose herself, then looked at me.

"When are we eating, love?" she asked, and I smiled. I knew she would be hungry.

"Now. Macy linked me to find out if she would serve the food now. She also said you instructed them to taste the food and that the same people that cooked the meal should serve us," I said, and she nodded proudly.

"We can't be too careful. Right now, we are caught in a crossfire between the Volkovs and the Stepanovs; it would be silly of us to become the targets. We have to be very careful and suspect everyone. The King and Lords, along with their mates, are here. Their protection and safety are up to us. So if it means me being meticulous about everything, be it." She said, and she had a strong point.

We got off bed to prepare for dinner, and I asked the Kappas to usher our guests to the grand dining room. I also linked Kyle and Max to join us. No matter how uncomfortable some meetings might be, we all needed each other. We were fighting an impossibility. People that were immune to silver were a considerable challenge. We could not throw silver dust at them or bury bullets in their skulls. It would have the same effect as lead, and they would heal. The only way to destroy them was through mutilation, but we would be lucky if they let us get close enough to do damage. We needed to put our heads together to find a way out of the problem.

I also needed Kyle and Max to help me lure Andrew and Clay away so I could speak to Sylvester and the others in private.

Amelia and I showered quickly, and she helped me dress my wound again. This time she used hydrogen peroxide instead of Ethanol.

She wore a simple short dress while I wore shorts and a T-shirt. Then we headed out.

We got to the dining, and everyone was there; they were clearly hungry. The head of the table was free, and I frowned and looked at Sylvester and Tamia, who were sitting on the side.

"Please, sit at the head. We will maintain the normal order here," I said, and even though Sylvester seemed reluctant, he obliged.

Sylvester and Tamia sat at the head; next to Sylvester was Marcel, then Avery. Next to Tamia was Theodore, then Linda before the others. Amelia and I sat at the other end. Next to me was Max, and next to Amelia was Kyle.

I could tell the two Alphas were nervous, and I hoped we would move past it soon.

We ate in silence, and the meals were delicious.

Macy and the girls did well, but I knew Amelia would have done better.

While we ate, we discussed trivial matters. After the meal, Amelia led the women to a recreational room meant for them while I led the men. To the lounge to discuss serious issues.

Everyone made themselves comfortable, and Vino and David commended me on the beauty of the place.

I knew it was small talk, but I obliged by appreciating their kind words so that Vino could relax. I might dislike him, but we had more significant issues at hand.

"How are you feeling," Clay asked me when we sat down, and I nodded. He was too fast for the attackers to do damage. I envied him a bit.

"I lived," I said, and everyone laughed.

Andrew was there, so I was reluctant to speak of my discussion with Amelia. I decided to communicate the idea to Sylvester and the others when Andrew wasn't there.

Andrew told them everything he told me, and they were left dumbfounded. He told them all but did not proffer the solution we had considered.

"This is bigger than us," Vino said, and Marcel nodded.

"They are motivated," Sylvester pointed out, and there was silence in the room because that was the biggest issue. Motivation was a driving force, a fuel, and they seemed to have a shit load of it.

"So what do you propose we do because fighting these things is an impossibility with all I have heard," Sylvester asked, and Andrew cleared his throat to speak.

"I am honoured that you gave me the floor to speak, your majesty. While we brainstormed last night, we came up with an Idea.