Chapter 46: Drahá - Part【2】

I swallow harshly straining to conceal my trembling palms beneath my back. Moira laughs audibly her head thrown back as he follows her antics a faint smile on his face, was it a joke he said? Or did she say it? I wonder what it is that made her cackle and him beam.

She climbs onto the tail of the vehicle picking up the pails analyzing them with narrowed eyes as he watches her do so. It seems as though he is waiting for her consent.

A few seconds pass for her to give him a firm nod as he sighs with relief whilst she heaves a full container striving to bring it down to earth, it seems to be heavy for her to carry. Phobos notices her exertion so he strides forward and gives her his hand to take so she can descend which she accepts delightedly without hesitance. No, do not touch her. Do not be kind to her, arent those once in a blue moon actions of yours meant for me?

A hushed growl of irritation involuntarily intrudes out my throat grasping the attention of the females around me, they feel my tension as they look towards me with questioning.

No more, I shall see no more of this madness. Twirling around I work to flee the scene but Drakho appears out of thin air obstructing my path whilst I startle and halt in my tracks.

"Luna." He greets me with attentive eyes. This male says his wishes to me yet my own refuses to do so.

"Drakho. How was your trip?" I question with interest, I truly do wish to know. I am curious I wished I was there to witness it, it would have been fun.

"Tiring. How were the preparations with the females? Did you have fun?" Why does he ask me questions I wish to be asked by my male? Why does he seem to possess the fragments I wish to see in Phobos?

"No. It was tiring," I reply quoting the answer he gave me as he chuckles at my antics with a shake of his head.

"It shall be a lot of work, Královna. Would you be able to handle it?" He is truly a chivalrous male is he not?

"Indeed. I do not mind it, cooking is my passion. I am quite skilled at cleaning fish too. Watch me when I do so for I will amaze you, Drakho." I boast folding my hands across my chest playfully boosting my chin to show him my pride.

"Is that so, then I shall surely see it. You will be the first I will watch, Luna. I suppose Moira can aid you with it as well."

"M-Moira?"

"Yes, she knows fish like the rear of her hand. Some of the seafood we acquire here tend to be poisonous and Alpha always seeks her approval first before offering it to the pack. That female has always been talented in this matter." He explains as knowing settles in, is this why Phobos was attending to her simply waiting for her to nod at him?

"I see. Then I shall pay heed to your words and take help from her."

"You will surely need it for the farewell and the feast you must prepare with the females for tonight."

"Farewell? What feast?" I ask frowning up at him with bemusement. What is this male speaking about?

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"Did Alpha not acquaint you yet? We are-"

"Theia." I alarm to my male's vibrant thunderous voice that kindles a trail of fire down the entirety of my spine. Spinning around I find him standing close by his searing orbs set on his beta in a warning. Drakho's eyes widen slightly and he offers his Alpha a terse bow of regret. What is happening? Why did my male deliberately cut down Drakho's truth?

"Jdi pomoci Moire, Drakho." Phobos commands with placidity in his voice but I see the burrowed direction he is giving out through his orbs. No, he is not jealous or anything of that sort. He merely wished to stop Drakho from spilling the truth. The truth my male wishes to hide.

(Go help Moira, Drakho)

"Yes, Kral." Drakho bends once more abiding by Phobos's words sauntering towards a boiling Moira who welcomes his presence with gratefulness, she truly needs help.

Phobos lowers a net stretched with lifeless fish by my feet, his chest puffed his spine straight head held high. He is swelled with pride in what he has brought for me. "For you."

"Keep them with the rest, Phobos. I will clean and prepare them with the females."

"No, for your belly. For home."

It is a special deed surely, I descried it was kept separate as though he brought it specifically for me. "Thank you, Phobos," I whisper gently picking up what he offered me from the ground. There is an unpleasant stinging silence that follows as I gnaw on my inner cheek. I wish to question him about why he has been withdrawn from me for the past few days, but I do not want to cross his boundaries.

"Drakho mentioned there is a farewell tonight, what is it?" He peers down at me without a noticeable movement his eyes pasted to my flesh but his lips do not move to relinquish my answer. He does not wish to give me what I seek.

"Tell me Phobos! Why won't you tell me anything? Why must you always leave me in the dark?"

The headstrong beast of mine stands still casually binding his limbs behind his back, quiet as always gazing at me like I am pup with a tantrum. He makes me feel so juvenile at times.

So this is how he prefers to be, keep things from his female from his Luna whilst every other wolf is aware of it. Is this perhaps one of their customs? If it is I abhor it with a passion. Mates must be transparent as the soul of a naive pup with each other.

Clenching my fists I turn around without sparing him another word striding to the females, the burn of his unwavering gaze glides down my back whilst I am met with clear gasps and offended eyes. They are being this way due to my obtrusive irreverence towards their Alpha, I turned my back to him I chose to terminate our conversation without his consent. If I were a regular wolf I would be rigorously disciplined. But my male does not seem to mind my upsetness with him.

Tying my hair up uncovering my neck, I equip to show Drakho the abilities he assured me he would witness. The tumult of my heart pauses to descend and stew for my passion overpowers all my negative feelings and thoughts that work to suffocate me in deep waters. Once more a series of sharp gasps circulate through the females as I take in a deep breath constraining my surging annoyance. What is it this time?

"Luna you are...unmarked." One of the females' states with astonishment gazing at my exposed neck as a sense of inquietude drains me down. This is something I mustn't be ashamed of for it is his choice, not mine. These females look disappointed as though I was the reason he chose not to mark me.. I suppose they thought I was already marked since Phobos gave them false evidence of our mating.

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