Trinity the last White Witch - Chapter 95

[Lyander’s POV]

I never once thought of giving my seeds to just anyone or fuck other she-wolves even though I had been offered numerous times. Both in the pack and outside of the pack as well.

I knew my wolf was strong and unique, and most pacts had expressed their desire to mate me with their she-wolves, offering even lands for a one-night stand.

But I wasn’t interested, and my wolf would probably tear those she-wolves’ throats. It happened one time, and I didn’t want to recall it.

I never claimed myself as a saint, and I had a few consensual fuck to relieve some of my frustrations. But the only thing that she-wolf did wrong was shifting to her wolf and edge me to do the same.

I was tired, and I lost control of my wolf.

Let’s just say that I never had sex while I was dead tired again.

Anyway, back to the topic at hand.

I answered Xana, “Not at all. I still have so much to learn.”

I ignored the pointed glares from Reynar. I couldn’t blame him for acting hostile towards me. He was the Alpha, but he was still treated as the son of Ernst, and he would probably live in the shadows of his father forever if he didn’t do something remarkable himself.

What’s more, both Xana and Ana first acknowledged me before he was. And that in itself warranted the atmosphere to turn awkward.

Sensing the thick silence, Ana brought her attention to Reynar. “Alpha of Silver Moon pact, it’s nice to meet you finally. You have grown into a remarkable young man.”

“It’s nice to meet you too and your daughter.” Reynar smiled at Xana, eyes glinting with desire while the latter nodded at him with a serious, disinterest face.

If the Desert Rose Pact needed semen for Xana, I think Reynar was more than happy to oblige. But I doubt if Ernst would allow him to have a son that didn’t come from his Luna.

Mate or not, if Reynar wanted to remain in the position of the Alpha, then he had to take in a Luna.

Ernst diverted the awkward situation to himself. “I’m old, and it’s about time that the pact needed someone young to lead it,” he said with a laugh.

Ana laughed out loud. “What are you talking about? I bet you can still defeat five younger wolves with your human form alone.”

This put a grumpy scowl on Reynar’s face. Ana just confirmed that she still saw Ernst as the rightful Alpha of the Silver Moon Pact. She wasn’t the only one who felt that way. Even the wolves from our pack still considered Ernst as the rightful ruler.

It probably had to do with the fact that Ernst still did most of the work in the pack while Reynar partied each night. In the morning, he was busy showing off how strong he was in the arena as he challenged every fighter except those he knew were stronger than him in the disguise of training.

“You overestimated me too much,” replied Ernst, “I’m nothing but an old man now. My lower back hurts every time, and it gets worst during winter.”

Ana just grinned. “Old bones meant nothing to a once-powerful warrior. I’m sure you can manage.” She then ushered us forward. “Come, come. I’m sure you’re tired from your travels. Rest first, and we’ll have a feast tonight!”

Inside, the lobby was bustling with different packs of werewolves. There were pairs of eyes that shot in our direction, and I tried my best to ignore some growling and grumbling.

We must have fought some of them or some wolves from their pacts in the past. It couldn’t be avoided since we were territorial by nature, and all wolves just love to explore.

There were also werewolves who were just edging for a fight and entering our lands.

Needless to say, they got out alive with a few broken bones and stitches, all thanks to Ernst’s rule not to kill any werewolves who just wandered in our territory.

They didn’t just wander through. Younger, arrogant werewolves didn’t know the limit of their strength, thinking they could subdue a small pact-like ours with their sheer arrogance alone.

Those wolves got lucky that they got out with just broken bones and stitches. We didn’t kill unless it was something serious like an invasion or pact war. Maybe it was the reason why they picked our pact in the first place?

My wolf snapped its jaws. ‘I say we kill them next time. To set an example.’

Ernst wouldn’t allow it. And besides, those were just teenagers — children who didn’t know any better.

‘They lack discipline. Broken bones aren’t enough. An eye or a limb would suffice.’

I ignored him and shook my head.

“Heh. They’re growling for a fight already?” Colm cracked his knuckles. “Well. It so happened I am too.”

“We just arrived here,” I said and grinned, my pupils dilating. “Wait until an hour.”

It’s just so happened that I was itching for one too.

“Behave, boys,” Ernst warned. “We don’t want to start a fight between this pact when a war from the north and south is coming.”

“Are we, like, in the Black Moon’s side now?” Colm asked, arms behind his neck as we made our way towards our designated room.

“Depends upon their terms tomorrow,” replied Ernst, and he stopped in front of his door.

He opened it and went in without another word while Colm and I shot a look at Reynar and his fighters on the other side.

Our rooms were separated with Ernst’s at the center. He probably arranged it so that he was just a door away if something went wrong.

And when I said wrong, it was most likely about his son taunting me again.

“Don’t let this go to your head, mutt. I’m still the Alpha of this pact,” he spat.

He probably meant what happened with Ana and Xana taking an interest in me.

I really didn’t know where he got the idea that I wanted to be Alpha. If I really wanted to, then he wouldn’t be in that position years ago.

“Don’t worry,” I said, “you just enjoy the power that comes with your position while I protect our pact.”

Colm snickered behind me while Reynar and his friend snarled. But just as their eyes dilated and their fur blurred their skin, the door in Ernst’s room opened, and he looked at us with dead eyes.

“Honesty, it’s not even ten seconds that I was gone, and you’re already at each other’s throat? Go inside your goddamn rooms.”

And that was the end of it, but I was sure it wouldn’t be the last.

“Reynar would really take every second chance he had to taunt you, huh?” Colm said as soon as we entered our room.

He lay on the bed after he dumped his belongings on a chair. “Not that I’m complaining. The more he taunts you, the more your wolf would get agitated, and one day, you’ll challenge him for the Alpha’s position.”

I only hope it would come to that before my wolf’s jaws tore his throat. Reynar was confident that I wouldn’t attack him because of his power over the pact. But . . . my wolf was different, and only we knew of our secret.

Even I was in a pact, the Alpha’s command or compulsion didn’t work on me. I just pretended that it did to maintain the peace and mostly because I didn’t want to make my life complicated as it was already.

Imagined a wolf that couldn’t be compelled and could ignore his Alpha’s command. My size and form already set me apart from the others. I didn’t want to add another freakish trait into my portfolio.

“Wake me up when it’s dinner time.”

“Are you going to sleep?” I asked. That wasn’t like the Colm I knew. Usually, He’d be raring to go and explore the town as soon as we arrived.

Colm released a tired smile. “It’s only thru sleep that I could shut this wolf in my mind.” He went to his side and showed his back on me. “And besides, I need to rest my head. I felt like it would explode from all the thinking I’ve been doing.”

He was never indeed a thinker. Colm was the type of guy who would go with the flow and run on instincts. I bet it was his first time to actually use his brain, and I couldn’t blame him if it hurts from the lack of exercise. It was good that he was using his head now.

But I doubt he would have a peace of mind even asleep since he’d probably dream about that vampire.

At least that was what happened to me. Every time I closed my eyes, Trinity’s beautiful face and the memories I had with her were all I could dream about.

Well, I got to see her face in my dreams, but the longing that came when I woke up was unbearable each time, and it didn’t help in calming my wolf either.

I had to see her.

Feel her.

I sighed into the ceiling.

I was going crazy, and I was afraid I could no longer contain these feelings.

I must see her again.