The meeting

Kyrell

Third person pov

Kyrell stood in front of the full length mirror in his walk-in closet buttoning up his shirt. The closet was probably the size of a standard bedroom yet the feeling of suffocation had not left him. He picked up his suit jacket, sweeping his arms into it as he walked out to his main bedroom.

The bedroom, like the closet, was elegant, expensive and dark. The kind of luxury that screams old money laced with modernity. "Come in Samiel." Kyrell said before his future beta could knock.

"Prince Kyrell." Samiel said, approaching with caution. Since they got back from the Nightclaw pack, Kyrell's beast had been on a killing spree. Samiel tried to give him space, but no space was enough for the man, not even his own mansion. "The car is ready, Prince." Kyrell stood staring at the floor-to-ceiling window his hands in his pant pockets.

He had put off seeing his father for three days after returning from the Nightclaw pack. Not wanting to deal with the Lycan Alpha with the rage that refused to loosen its hold around his neck. He arranged his shirt collar. Ties had never been a part of his dressing for he never understood why people enjoyed choking themselves. "Let's go." He said, walking past Samiel who held the door open for him before closing it and following behind.

They arrived at a black SUV and Kyrell sat in the back seat while Samiel sat next to the driver. Kyrell thought that shutting down his wolf for some time would make him think clearer, but the reverse was the case. All he could think of was that girl. Her scent that still clung to his senses. So he decided to distract his wolf by feeding him blood, but that had little effect on him. And now the hunt was in three days, and his wolf would crave for his mate.

The Vorne estate did not welcome you. It commanded you instead. The type of command you willingly submitted to.

An enormous building came into view and the electric gates slid open making way for his car. The driver stopped in front of the main building for Kyrell and Samiel to get down before driving away to the garage.

The mansion looked like it was carved from a mountain and given a modern makeover. Floor-to-ceiling glass panels complemented the old stone walls perfectly, giving the building an old power and new money feel.

Samiel fell two steps behind as they moved through the corridor toward the east wing. The meeting room sat at the end of a long hallway lined with portraits of past Alphas. Kyrell pushed open the heavy double doors and entered.

His father, Alpha Alaric, sat at the head of the long table, his polished suit complementing the expensive dress of his mother sitting beside him to the right, composed as ever. Her golden eyes lit up at the sight of him.

"You're late." The stern voice of his father echoed in the room.

"I'm here." Kyrell replied, pulling out the chair across from his father and sitting without invitation.

"Father, I" Kyrell said, feeling a sudden wave of heat rush through him. He forced himself to stay composed. "I apologize for not bringing Vesper along, and for not coming sooner." He managed to force the words out. His father remained calm but Kyrell could see the anger and disappointment burning beneath that composed exterior. The air suddenly became thicker.

Alpha Alaric let the silence stretch before speaking. "Vesper is a very strong she-wolf." Kyrell was growing tired of hearing that. "A union with her would secure your claim to the alpha position and solidify your chances of making strong pups." He leaned in. "You know this."

"I know." Kyrell said.

"Then explain to me why you returned without her." Alpha Alaric said, his calm demeanor wavering.

There was no way Kyrell could tell his father the truth. That he had found his fated mate, and she turned out to be a human? His father would not care that fated mates were almost impossible for lycans to have if he found out she was just a weak human.

"There were complications at the Nightclaw pack. However, I instructed Samiel to send a driver to pick her up." He said.

His father's eyes narrowed. "Complications." Alaric stared at his son intensely. "Strong alpha females will be present at the hunt. But Vesper is the one I have chosen. She is dominant, well-bred, and her wolf is powerful enough to stand beside yours without breaking."

"And if none of them are chosen by my wolf?" Kyrell dared to ask.

The temperature in the room dropped.

"Your wolf does not get to choose." His father said. "You are the next Alpha of the Vorne bloodline. You will choose with intention, just as I did with your mother."

Kyrell opened his mouth to respond but a sharp scent struck his senses, making him grip the edge of the table forcefully.

His mother looked at him with concerned eyes while his father regarded him with disappointment. Kyrell hated both expressions, but his wolf was tearing at his skin and threatening to reveal itself. He stood from his seat with remarkable speed and reached for the door, ignoring the confused looks on his parents faces. His designer suit suddenly felt too tight for his body.

No sooner had he pushed open the doors than he tore into his lycan completely with a deafening roar and darted out of the mansion leaving a shredded suit on the floor.