Chapter 4

DIAMOND POV:

Alice shifts into a beautiful bronze-colored wolf, breaking through the group of Rogues and scattering them. This time, they don't return or retaliate. They just scamper away. With that, she reverts back to her human form and starts to lead me and Carlos away from the battle.

I don't know how she did it, but she somehow gets us out of there and back into the front of the mansion. Perhaps I'm just reeling from what happened. Perhaps I'm just being thick. Either way, when I come back down to earth, I see that she's already propping Carlos against one of the columns, tearing off the hem of her skirt to stem the flow of blood in his neck. Only when I see her whispering to him do I realize what exactly happened.

She... saved both of us.

After I told her to stay inside the meeting room no matter what. The first emotion that floods my chest is anger. She didn't follow my command. She just went ahead and did what she wanted. But the next thing that follows that wave of rage is something I'm not ready to acknowledge: appreciation. A rush of affection. Disbelief that she came to my aid when I needed it the most and most likely single-handedly saved Carlos's life when I wasn't capable of doing so.

Still, the first thing that I think of saying is, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Unsurprisingly, she hears it. She wheels around on me with indignation on her face. "You told me you needed my help. So I fought off the guards to save you. What I deserve right now is a thank you, not whatever this is."

I get up and try to reason with her, but then I see a big shadow looming over us. Alice

suddenly sinks into her knees for a bow. I turn around and see Alpha Tristan, covered in Rogue blood. His eyes find Alice, flashing with an expression I can't read. But when he looks at me, what he feels is clear enough, and that is pure and utter distaste.

The battle seems to be over, and there are a couple of wounded Alphas and patrol guards being assisted into the mansion. I try to get up and help, but Tristan puts a hand on my chest despite me being half a foot taller than him, stopping me with a glare.

"Don't even dare,” he mutters. "I am tired of your selfishness. I am tired of the absolute disrespect you show to our people. For the past two years since this revolution started, you have approached this with only yourself and your pack in mind. What about us? What about the other people who are suffering, the ones who are much, much lower in rank?"

I can't hear his voice, but I can read his lips, and every single thing he says hits me like a punch in the gut. I want to say something. I want to tell him that it was not like that, that it was never like that at all. I have kept every single citizen in his land in mind whenever I charged for battle. That's why I preferred to have an active role instead of doling out commands.

However, I can't help but feel a sting of truth behind his words. In a lot of ways, he's right. The only fighting strategy I know is fighting alone or with Carlos. That's not always going to work. Like tonight. I took him away from the main event of the fight and encouraged him to fight on the sidelines with me. And look where that got him.

Wounded and broken, trying to protect me from a threat I didn't hear except because I couldn't hear anything.

Suddenly, the old shame of being deaf and mute comes back. I have spent years trying my best to be okay with my condition, and I have come to a point where I thought I was making the most of my abilities.

I never thought I would be thrust back into feeling like none of the growth I made mattered.

Around us, the wounded Alphas and Betas get visited by healers, carefully urged back into the safety and warmth of the mansion. I can't bear to even look at them. I feel like everything is my fault. Tristan for sure feels like it is.

He walks around me like I'm just his disobedient child. "Leaving in the middle of battle is a disgrace. You are the Alpha King, and you should act like it. The safety of our people should always come before yours or anyone close to you. What you did…”

"Pardon, Alpha Tristan,” Alice suddenly says.

Tristan looks at her like he wants to take her head off and throw it across the mountains, and all my instincts rise into protective mode. I try to get in between them, but Alice stands in front of Tristan and squares up against him. I can tell that she's scared. She keeps kneading her hands, which are still slick with Carlos's blood. Her breathing is uneven, and I can tell that she would rather hide, but for some reason, she's facing him in this strange challenge.

"You're interrupting me again," he notes in disbelief before glaring at me. "You should train this pet of yours."

I make a move to push him, but Alice catches my arm and shoves me back. "Alpha Tristan, it was me who took them back to the mansion. It's not right for you to talk to the Alpha King this way, and-"

'Don't do it,' I warned her. 'Don't cross him.'

Alice doesn't listen. "What you're doing is disrespectful. No one is gravely hurt, and we should be glad that--"

"Out," Tristan interjects. "Get out of my pack, and never show yourselves ever again. I'm banning the Alpha King and anyone from his side from Moonlight Grove Pack."

She opens her mouth as though to protest, but I just grab her shoulder and pull her back as Tristan pushes past her and enters the mansion. Then, his guards start to close the doors, barring us from ever entering.

She blinks hard as though she can't believe it happened that way. She slowly faces me. "I'm sorry."

I don't listen to her. I just beckon Carlos to follow me, and off we go back to our pack. The awkwardness inside the carriage back home is almost tangible, with the three of us facing each other. I can't even look at Alice.

The disappointment and rage brewing inside me needs a release. I know that part of it is my fault, but there is only one reason why we were kicked out and shut down just like that.

'Take him to the infirmary,' I sign to the guards as soon as we arrive, and they all guide Carlos up the stairs.

When Carlos looks at me questioningly, I communicate to him, 'I will be here for a while!'

Alice tries to get up the stairs, but I hold my arm out and block her way. She looks up at me in fear, and I stand in front of her.

"If this is about what happened...." she begins, but I shake my head to cut her off.

'I don't know how you can hear me,' I say coldly, 'and I don't know how I can hear you. It must be some kind of freak connection between us because we were close as kids, but those days are gone. You and I don't mix anymore, and that's how it should be. You have no business speaking

for me. You have no business putting words in my mouth.'

She swallows hard. "I only wanted to direct his anger at myself, not you."

That takes me a little aback, but I shake my head. My decision is already set. I look down at Alice, holding her gaze.

'Once daylight sets in, I want you to leave the palace and find another home to serve. We are now parting ways!'