Chapter 6

MIKHAIL'S P.O.V

    

A week had passed since I'd brought Rosanne to my room, and every night since then had been a repeat performance. We barely spoke, our interactions limited to the lustful urges that drove us together.

I'd tried to push her away, to maintain some semblance of control, but my self-control had grown thinner with each passing day. Everything about Rosanne drove my wolf mad - her scent, the soft feel of her hair, the way she was perfect for me.

I shook my head, chasing away the thoughts that threatened to consume me. "I need to go for a run," I growled, running a hand through my already scattered hair.

My gaze drifted back to the laptop screen in front of me, trying to recall what I'd been working on, I had barely spent three minutes when Irene burst in, her face red and her chest heaving.

"This isn't a place for jogs," I said, not bothering to look up, my tone dismissive. I was already fustrated enough. I could not handle another contact with this pest.

"Tell me I'm wrong" Irene said, shaking her head, her eyes wide in panic. 

"You mostly are. What have you heard, though?" I replied, trying to give her a brief glance of attention.

"You've been screwing that ugly bitch Rosanne!" Irene's voice rose.

At the call of Rosanne's name. My wolf stirred, anger simmering beneath the surface, but I subdued it. "Language," I warned, trying to maintain a composed tone.

Irene's face twisted in disgust. "And yes, I have. Problem?"

"Why the fuck would you do that," she said, her voice laced with entitlement. "You shouldn't do that, you said she was only here to keep that pack at bay."

I raised an eyebrow, wondering if I actually had to justify myself. "I know what I said. And give me a reason not to? She is my breeder, after all."

Irene's eyes flashed with desperation. "No, put an end to this. Marry me!" She leaned on the table, her blonde hair spilling forward.

I looked at her slowly, scanning her from the purple corset that hugged her body to her pleading blue eyes. Her words were filled with stupidity and i might have laughed on a normal day, but I just felt irritated.

"Leave," I said, my gaze returning to the screen, dismissing her.

She made a weird strangled sound, probably born from frustration, before storming out. I tried to go back to work but I couldn't, Rosa was everywhere and it was driving me nuts.

    

   Having a enough. I shot up from my chair, feeling suffocated by the walls of my office. The air was thick with Irene's lingering scent, it made me want to puke.

I mind-linked Xavier, walking out of my office "Keep things under control, I'm going for a run."

As I strode out of the pack house, I ripped off my tie and suit jacket, the fabric tearing easily. My wolf clawed at my insides, desperate to break free.

I quickened my pace, my heart pounding in my chest. The transformation took hold, I heard my bones cracking and reforming, as my canines grew longer, fur bursting forth from my skin.

I let out a primal roar as I shifted, the rest of my suit tearing apart to accommodate my new form. I took in a deep breath waiting for the aftermath to wear off. I looked ahead the forest getting thicker. 

    

   The setting sun illuminated the forest ground as I dashed through the trees, my paws barely making a sound on the damp earth. The wind brushed against my fur, the scent of wet leaves and bark filling my senses.

    

  I felt so much better after a run but i could not stay longer as i had things to do. I searched piles of clothes situated around the pack. After about a minute, i found one placed in a cave.

I slipped into a hoodie and pants from the hidden stash. I headed towards the pack house, nodding at passing members.

Landon's voice burst into my mind, his tone stern. "What did you do?"

I chuckled, amused by his greeting. "Hello to you too, brother."

Landon's response was immediate. "This isn't funny. The Kingdom Elders summoned you."

My footsteps camd to a halt, surprise rooting me to the spot. "What? Why?"

My mind flashed back to the confrontation with Irene three hours ago. A laugh threatened to surface, but I swallowed it. This had to be a joke. 

    

I strode into the pack house, my presence commanding attention. The room fell silent as I faced the gathering of elders.

"What is so pressing that you couldn't schedule a meeting?" I asked, my tone bored.

The elders exchanged uneasy glances, their faces somber. I gestured for them to follow me, leading them to my office.

As we sat down, I fixed them with a piercing gaze. "So, what's the matter?"

Elder Thomas spoke up, his voice measured. "You see, it's time we have a Luna."

My instincts prickled, warning me where this conversation was headed. I tried to shut it down. "We don't need a Luna."

Elder Kings, Irene's father, chimed in, his tone firm. "We do. You need an heir."

I scoffed, trying to dismiss the notion. "That's why I've got a breeder. Please, this is a waste of my time."

But the elders persisted. "A breeder isn't good enough. We need a Luna," Elder Raphael said, the others nodding in agreement.

I seethed, my anger simmering just below the surface. One of the elders spoke up, their voice like a spark to dry kindling.

"You should marry Irene."

The others murmured their assent, and I felt my control snap. "No," I growled, the single word hanging in the air like a challenge. 

"But she's the best," one of the elders persisted. "She's beautiful, can fight, and has a relationship with you already."

The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on me, awaiting my response. It was clear they had orchestrated this, and backing down wouldn't be an option.

I locked gazes with them, my mind racing for an escape, a way to thwart their plans without sparking a rebellion.