The Alpha's Hunt Chapter 153

The choking silence shifted when a maid rolled in a silver cart filled with food, coffee, and juices for everyone. I wasn’t sure yet what this gathering was about, but based on the cart, I doubt we’d be leaving anytime soon. If we were going to discuss the upcoming attack on the Lycan Pack, shouldn’t we do that behind closed doors in private?

Everyone jumped at the cart- we’re doing it here I guess. Darian walked over and grabbed a plate onto which he loaded waffles and fruit along with pork and pan-fried eggs.

He poured a cup of coffee and a dash of cream before he went to set it down on the table. I stood like a creepy shadow watching his every move but I swear on the gods I can’t take my eyes off him. There had been a healthy amount of attraction and physical pull between Darian and I but that was slowly growing into a downright obsession.

I was so caught up in the mouthwatering sight of him and maybe replaying a position or two from last night in my head, that I didn’t notice him grabbing my hand and leading me to the couch.

“Sit. Eat,” he said, or rather ordered.

“You made the plate for me?” I asked softly and looked up at him from the couch.

“Yes, is it not good? Do you want me to bring something else?” 

I shook my head frantically and grabbed the fork.

“No it’s perfect, thank you,” he smiled and walked over to the car, passing Gabe and his glimmering gaze of mischief on the way.

“I never thought I would live to see the day when you were domesticated?” Gabe mused.

“You need that tongue for talking, brother. Do not make me rip it out,” Darian tapped his brother on the shoulder and grabbed a plate. 

We talked and ate, I think all of us thought that if we put our heads together we should be able to come up with something or at the very least get a clearer picture of the situation.

I’ll give you three guesses whether or not we succeeded.

If you need another clue then maybe Gabriel banging his head back against the couch and Darian shooting daggers from his eyes at his poor waffle is a hint.

“They will come,” I said after no one had spoken in for five minutes.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at me like I was a ghost that had materialized into a person.

“Thank you for that new piece of completely useless information,” Gabe buzzed in a monotone voice.

I rolled my eyes and sighed while I put the fork down.

“I’m just saying, they will come, maybe we should let them,” 

“Not an option.” Darian barked.

I narrowed my eyes and leaned forward.

“It’s not an option, it’s an inevitability. They’re coming and we should be prepared when they do. Instead of sitting here trying to figure out their plan, maybe we should do some planning ourselves,” 

Why were they all staring at me like I had three heads?

They were all silent for a long while. A very, uncomfortably long while.

Until finally Lauren put her plate down and stood from the armrest she was sitting on.

“Tam has gathered the top hundred Guards in the gym, the others are all out on their posts and we have an army of three thousand men, the humans don’t stand a chance,” she said.

She turned a heavy head and her eyes searched my face for something. I didn’t notice at first but I was narrowing my eyes right back at her. 

“But Hazel is right, we need to form a plan in case of an attack,” 

“They will attack,” just thought I’d clear that up for her. 

There are no doubts, they are coming and we need to be prepared.

It all came down to Darian, he had to give the order but at least Lauren was on my side. Our eyes were still locked and I wondered if I looked at bitchy as I felt.

Instead of finding out, I looked away and turned to Darian, at least then, I wouldn’t look like a jealous bitch- unless he went against what I thought in which case we’d go a more unpleasurable round than before.

“Fine. Lauren, you brief the Guards, Gabe you call the packs and tell them to brief their warriors for a possible attack,” 

Possible?

What a stupid word when the correct one is definite. It was a definite attack.

Lauren left but Gabe wasn’t in as much of a rush.

He locked me down with a glare and pointed his finger.

“You don’t leave the palace alone,” he ordered.

I didn’t appreciate the tone he used or that bloody finger he was pointing but I had to remember that it came from a caring place in his bleeding heart.

“I won’t,” 

He stood staring at me for a while, maybe to see if I was telling the truth which I was. 

My sister was here, I couldn’t afford to take stupid risks.

After a huff, he left the room and stormed down the hallway.

“What’s my job, my King?” I asked, albeit sarcastically, which he caught. He grabbed my chin and pulled me in.

“You make sure to stay the fuck alive and out of harm's way. That's an order.” 

“Ah, the impossible task left for the strongest,” 

It was meant as a joke but his features shifted into a demanding roughness and he pinned me down with a look darker than Gabe’s.

Genes are a magical thing.

“Watch her, please,” he said to Nora, who bowed her head.