12 A cold hea

12

A cold hea

omiscient point of view

The air was thick, silence permeating the environment. The palace was quiet, its walls a beautiful combination of gold and grey.

"And you brought her home?" Alpha Rowen's voice broke through the silence. The maids walked quietly, treading carefully around him.

"Why are you quiet?" he barked at the tour guard who bowed his head , his voice filled with coldness and fury in his eyes.

"Alpha," the tour guide struggled to say, his mouth agape between silence and his words.

"Are you choking on your tongue or what?" Rowen stared at the tour guide, who was unable to express himself.

“ Alpha …. I .. didn't mean to”, he choked on his words , sweat cringing through his thick hairy brows which were shapeless.

Alpha rowen paced through the large living room, walking through the spaces between the white and gold sofas, his left arm around his lower waist.

"It's not like you are concerned about her welfare. You should be really concerned because if she dies, you would be on a hot seat with her father," a voice came from behind.

She bowed her head quietly while greeting Grandma Ash, who was sitting on the sofa.

Rowen's glare shifted to his younger sister, his jaw tight, obviously pissed, and then to Nico, who seemed to be sweating profusely and groaning in pain.

"Seven years !! and you still haven't learnt how to hold your tongue, have you?" His brows raised as he stared at his younger sister.

"She obviously has no sense. She is the same way she left seven years ago," Grandma Ash nodded, her wrinkled face giving way to a serious expression.

"Grandma," Latisha stamped her foot on the ground, her heels giving up sounds as she walked hastily towards Ash, bending down to her level while pouting her mouth cutely.

Rowen gave a soft gaze, his hands still on his waist in a masculine manner.

Ash gave her a knock on her forehead, which made a sounding thud, and she groaned in response.

"You don't say that. She is your sister-in-law and the Luna of this kingdom," she concluded. Latisha rolled her eyes, staring at her grandma as if she had said something quite offensive.

Alpha Rowen's gaze was directed back to Clara, who was beside Nico, tending to her wounds.

"You were with her, and you allowed this to happen," he pointed his index finger at Clara, who seemed to be having a hard time expressing how she felt.

It wasn't like she knew an arrow was flying through, and even if she knew, would she jump at it or something?

Why was he this thoughtless?

Even with her thoughts, she must keep her head bowed. Maids weren't really treated with any conscience here in the pack.

"Latisha, go to your room," he ordered.

She rolled her eyes, taking calculated steps towards Rowen. She stood an inch towards him.

"You can't order me like a baby. I'm almost 21," she bounced on the chair behind her, her ass dropping on the soft foam, crossing her legs, while smiling weirdly.

"Alpha, this wound doesn't seem to stop bleeding," Clara panicked, dropping the 20th bandage spotted with blood in a bowl.

"Get lost, let me take a look," Latisha rushed over, pushing Clara away, and she fell on her arm.

The wound was small, yet blood kept oozing out as seconds passed by.

"It looks sort of inflamed," she said, staring at her grandma.

Grandma Ash took slow steps towards Nico.

"Oh, dear, she is in so much pain," she said, her palms against her head, caressing her chin slowly.

Latisha bent a little bit lower, trying to take a closer look at her wound, her hand around the edge of the wound while she pressed it slowly and carefully with all seriousness.

"What do you think you are trying to do?" Rowen looked at her in a way that wasn't really inviting.

"Get me some oil," she signaled to Kiara, her personal maid, who walked away to get her order and returned after a few minutes.

"You can't apply oil to that wound," Rowen smirked, pushing her hands away, and the oil poured immediately, smashing into unpickable pieces while the oil flowed away .

"Her wound is poisoned, Alpha," Latisha said respectfully, but her expression was serious while she focused on the bleeding wound.

Grandma Ash nodded, "She is right."

"You must buy me another oil, brother," she touched her back, caressing her arms a little while pausing her statement.

"I was trying to help, you ruin it brother ," she said, staring at the broken oil in disappointment.

"Poisoned?" Rowen asked again, in utter shock, bending down to inspect the wound.

"Get me my car keys," his tone strong and sharp.

He carried her in his muscular arms, swaying her as her legs hung in the air, her head resting on his chest, and her hair dangling downwards.

"Where are we going?" Grandma asked, panicking and rushing to get her bag upstairs.

"Granny, I won't wait for you," he warned, his voice looming through.

"Wait for me, grandson," she nodded, proceeding outside.

The sun shone on him while he balanced her in his arms , the warmth of her body touching his.

He took his step hastily , the ray of sunlight hitting him.

"Damn, it's super hot outside," concluded while he rushed towards the car, gently shoving her into the backseat.

"Wait for me, son," his grandma rushed over, her legs wiggling gently, her gray hair, seemed beautiful toned while she held her small blue bag in her hands firmly .

It rhymed really well, making her look super elderly.

She finally entered the car, closing the door of the front seat slowly. Rowen turned his gaze towards her, nodding his head gently.

Clara was about to open the door to get in; he sneered at her as he whined down , the window reducing slowly his face popping through the gap.

"Learn to use your legs, you maid," he spoke to her disgustingly. That was the difference. Nico was the missing key. She never treated anyone badly, even if they weren't in her class.

He drove backwards with speed almost hitting Clara. He pressed the beep, and Clara ran through. She mumbled her statement slowly through her mouth in a way no one could quite hear “ he is so mean”.

"Slow down," Grandma expressed, staring at Rowen with a wolf gaze.

"You should have a driver, Row," he had told her to stop calling him that; however, she always insisted.

"You know I have fired all my drivers; they drive really slow like snails," he admitted, increasing his speed.

"And you drive really fast, Row," Grandma banged her hands, elderly and frustrated.

“Even if I'm to walk to the pack's hospital, I wouldn't even make it halfway” , she whispered .

"Get in," a lousy voice called her from behind.

Latisha had a posh, cute red glossy car. Immediately, Clara stepped into the car. She accelerated, a smile forming on her lips.

The alpha sister was more than a joker. I guess her life wasn't that serious.

"Enjoy the ride," she smiled, facing Clara, who was clearly uncomfortable.

They got to the pack hospital, her heels clicking really hard on the white marble floor.

"What are you doing here, Latisha?" Rowen asked, touching his temple, a headache building up.

"I came to see my sister-in-law," she smirked dangerously.

Latisha wasn't anything near kind; she wouldn't do anything without having a backup plan.

To him, she was planning something more dangerous, far beyond expectation.

The alarm rang through the hall, panic flowing as each doctor ran towards a ward,

Dragging a patient out on a white stretcher.

"We need to go to the theatre immediately; she is losing blood and might pass," Doctor Ravel walked beside Alpha Rowen strolling the stretcher with some nurses.

Grandma Ash stood up, tears welling in her eyes

She rolled on the floor unexpectedly , her back hitting the floor. She sat up with her hands hitting her head.

"My daughter in law can't pass on; would she reall