Chapter -9 Mate!!!

Three days after the twin Alphas' Father's death, the boys were summoned to the meeting room by the elders of the pack. There were still some unresolved matters and they had to get to it. 

It was midday, and the elders had been waiting for hours, but the boys were yet to show up.

“What's taking them so long?“ One of the elders murmured, checking his wristwatch. It was already past midday. They've been seated here since 9 in the morning. Surely, the twins were trying to prove how impertinent they were.

Damon noticed the growing uproar in the meeting room and ran off to go get the twins again. He got to Milan's bedroom and knocked impatiently. 

He was pissed. This has to be the tenth time he came to call them for the meeting. They were being blatantly rude, and it was to his fucking detriment.

“You know it's open, Damon,“ It was Kilan's voice, drawn in a tired tone. 

It wasn't a surprise that he was in his twin brother's room. Their delay to the meeting was a conspiracy between both of them, so yeah, they had to stick together, and be in the same space at the same time.

Damon turned the doorknob and walked in. Milan was perched on the edge of his bed, while Kilan was leaning against the wall. Both had sullen looks and their heads hung low in thought.

Damon cleared his throat to get their attention and waited a while till their gaze went to him.

”You can't keep the elders waiting longer than you already did. They have the right to speak to you both, and you're depriving them of it,“

Kilan puffed, his arms crossed around his chest, “Isn't there a way to postpone this? Just until we figure it all out,“

“What are you trying to figure out?” 

“None of your business,“ Milan cut in coldly, and Damon had to back off.

“I don't know what else to say to the elders. I've run out of excuses and lies. You both need to get out there,“ Damon sighed, running a hand through his sandy, blonde pixie-cut hair.

Kilan glanced at Milan, and when he found him staring back, they both held each other's gaze.

“What now?” Kilan asked through the mind-link. 

“I guess we have no other choice but to go out there,“ Milan concurred through the mind-link. He was the mastermind of this whole delay in attending the meeting. Kilan was just playing along, and following his leads.

After the burial of his Father three days ago, Milan still wouldn't get the girl off his mind. And when Kilan told him he was feeling the same uneasiness, they both decided there was more to what they felt than meets the eye.

Kilan was rather too angry at the girl to try to figure out why he seemed attracted to her. But Milan wasn't gonna wait any longer.

He followed her down the dungeon, got into her cage, and was determined to suppress her into telling him what spell she used on his brother and him to get them both mesmerized by her.

But more than that, he needed to know why she killed their Father. He had to know who sent her to do it, and what her motives were. She was like a mystery he was dying to unravel.

He found her lying in the corner of her cage. Her breathing came slow and shallow, and she was badly bruised. No doubt his warriors had given her the harsh treatments befitted for a murderer of an Alpha of a pack.

He didn't feel a bit of pity for her. He'll slit her throat himself if he wasn't trying to get answers from her.

All he wanted was to talk, but then he felt the pull to her again, stronger this time. It overwhelmed him and for a minute, he found himself cowering to her.

He had to leave, if he stayed any second longer, he might lose his senses completely. He ran out of the dungeon feeling miserably defeated.

And now, the elders were demanding a meeting. For sure, they're gonna sentence her to death, which she deserves. But his regret was the fact that he never really got to talk to her and sought out his messed-up mind.

She's gonna die leaving so many things unsaid, and he might just live the rest of his life tottering between his imagination and reality.

“C'mon, guys. Let's get going,“ Damon urged them, “And please, do well to apologize for your lateness when you arrive at the meeting hall,”

Milan snorted but said no words as they headed down the hallway to the meeting hall. Damon opened the door and they went in, and then he shut the door right behind them.

“We're very sorry for our lateness. We promise it won't happen again,“ Kilan offered the terse apology and gave a curt bow.

Milan did the same, and they both got seated on their respective chairs. The elders went on and on about the impending issues.

They spoke about the Twins' need to assume the position of the Alpha of the pack, but how impossible that was without a mate. They needed a mate to become Alpha.

The twins maintained a poker face but deep down, they trashed the talk. Getting a mate was the last item on their bucket list and they weren't even halfway down there yet. So the elders might as well appoint a proxy for the throne.

The elders spoke about a whole lot of things that the twins found rather boring. But soon, their interest piqued as they spoke about Rizine.

“According to our law, she has to die in the next red full moon night,“ The oldest elder declared, “That's a day from now,“

“Can we wait a few days more?“ Milan tried soliciting. He needed her dead, but not with the answers to his so many questions.

“But why? She killed our Alpha, your Father. You should be more than eager to end her cursed life,“ The second-oldest elder spat in rage.

”Yes, we do know that. But we just need to talk to her, find out why she did what she did,“ Kilan chirped in.

“That's nonsense. Our law stands strong and we must abide by it. Or we might just end up infuriating the moon Goddess,“ The oldest elder finalized and stood to his feet. The others followed suit and they left the room.

The twins were perplexed but there was nothing they could do. Just like the elders said, their laws always stand strong.

Hours ticked into a day and it was the red full moon night. Rizine was dragged to the stakes, ready to be burnt.

Her cries and pleas fell on deaf ears, and just when she was tied up and soon to be lit up, there came a deafening growl.

“Mate!“