CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

Tyla Point of view

Tyla lay on her bed, finally sleeping after rolling multiple timesheets. She didn't think she had had enough sleep when the door suddenly opened forcefully.

She turned around in bed and yawned out loud. She looked towards the door as she stretched herself, feeling reluctant about standing up yet. Her eyes met with Jonathan's, and this made her immediately sit up.

She immediately no longer felt sleepy. A lady slowly walked into the room and stood beside Jonathan. Tyla noticed that she had a box in her hands.

"Annie," Jonathan called as he took steps closer to her.

She looked up at him, wondering what he had to say.

"Get dressed," he ordered. "Your makeup artist is here to tidy you up."

Staring up at him, she wished that she could kill him at that point. She gulped down hard on her saliva and nodded her head. As much as she wanted to ask Jonathan what the occasion was, she also didn't want to talk to him.

"Greetings to you, ma'am," Miss Linda greeted Tyla as she proceeded further.

Jonathan didn't wait for another minute. He turned around and left the room since he also had to get dressed for the meeting.

"What is the occasion?" Tyla asked as the makeup artist tried to hide her facial bruises with makeup.

"How come you are not aware?" Miss Linda asked with obvious surprise in her eyes.

Tyla only smiled and bit her lower lip.

"There is going to be an all-alphas meet, held in this pack today."

Tyla's eyes slowly went wide open. Her father would be here today, and that was the reason Jonathan was trying to cover the mess he created on her face. Tyla knew that she had to deal with Jonathan as soon as possible.

The makeup artist also picked Tyla's dress and styled her hair perfectly. She stood in front of the mirror and stared at her beautiful reflection. Tears dropped down her cheek, and she quickly dabbed it off with her face towel. She didn't want to ruin her makeup. She felt frustrated about the fact that she was treated unjustly in her past life, and now she was stuck in this helpless body and being treated worse.

***

The grand Council Chamber was bathed in a warm, golden light, its majestic stone pillars rising like sentinels from the polished floor. The air vibrated with tension as the most powerful Alpha wolves in the land gathered for the meeting.

At the chamber's heart, the Alpha Circle stood proud, a raised dais where the mighty leaders sat in a circular formation. Each Alpha occupied a throne-like chair, adorned with their pack's emblem, symbolizing their strength and authority.

To the left of the Alpha King, the Eastern Pack's Alpha, sat with an air of quiet confidence, his piercing blue eyes surveying the room. On the right, Kaida, the Western Pack's Alpha, radiated an aura of calm intensity, his dark hair framing his determined face.

Behind each Alpha, their trusted Betas stood at attention, forming the Beta Gallery. Their eyes never wavered from their leaders, their loyalty unwavering.

Along the chamber's rear, the revered Elder wolves occupied the Elder's Bench, their wise faces etched with experience and knowledge. Elder Orion, the meeting's organizer, stood tall, his piercing gaze ensuring every detail was in order.

As the last Alpha took their seat, the chamber fell silent. The weight of the meeting's purpose hung heavy, like a challenge waiting to be met. Alliances would be forged or broken, rivalries would simmer or boil over, and the fate of the packs would be decided.

The Alpha King's eyes swept the circle, his gaze commanding attention. He searched the place for any signs of his daughter. He wanted to see her, but he stayed calm. Maybe after the meeting, she would be brought to him. Or he would demand to see her.

The meeting proceeded, as the alphas discussed the growth of the pack.

Alpha Kaida spoke about the growth of his pack.

The Alpha King nodded, his eyes scanning the circle. "This growth is a testament to our leadership and unity. However, with expansion comes new challenges. What concerns do you bring to the table today?"

Alpha Ryker, the Northern Pack's leader, frowned.

"We've experienced increased border disputes with the Western Pack. Minor skirmishes, but potentially volatile."

Kaida's expression turned thoughtful.

"I apologize for any inconvenience. We've had issues with rogue wolves infiltrating our territory. Perhaps we can collaborate on border patrols?" He suggested.

Alpha Jonathan leaned forward. He placed his hands on his beards and rubbed them as he cleared his throat, ready to speak.

"I propose we establish a unified defense strategy, sharing intelligence and resources to protect our packs."

"I'm willing to share resources, but I won't compromise my pack's autonomy. We must respect each other's sovereignty."

Elder Orion, seated on the Elder's Bench, spoke up. "Respect and cooperation are key. Perhaps a joint committee to address border disputes and intelligence sharing?"

The Alpha King nodded. "I agree. Let us form the Unity Committee, comprising representatives from each pack. We'll also schedule regular gatherings to maintain open communication."

As the meeting progressed, the Alphas delved into issues of trade, territory, and the ever-present threat of rogue wolves. Through heated debates and thoughtful discussions. Just as the discussion progressed, Damon stepped into the hall and everywhere suddenly went chill.

"I heard that my rightful mate is here," she spoke, his voice strong and confident.

"I think you have to leave now," the alpha king ordered as he stood up to his feet.

Damon ignored him and faced Jonathan.

"Go in there and bring out my mate. That is the only way I would leave this place in peace and let you continue your meeting."

The alphas began to murmur along themselves. Little wonder, he wasn't in the meeting. They all thought it was one of these days when he could not attend the meetings. Or he was probably not invited. Nobody asked because they cared less about his presence.

"Who the hell is your mate?" Jonathan asked, still seated calm and comfortable.

"Annie," Damon replied. "The woman you got married to."

Jonathan scoffed.

"You are a joker!"

Jonathan's comment triggered Daman. He immediately attacked Jonathan with a punch on the neck. Jonathan also got triggered and retaliated with the punch. A heavy fight ensued between them both, and the alphas immediately intervened.

"You have caused public disruption and disrespected the alphas," the alpha king began. "For that, Damon, you will be cast away from the kingdom forever and never to be seen in any packs. Ever again."

Damon scoffed.

He folded his fist and snarled as he walked closer to the alpha king, ready to challenge him. He wouldn't agree to the unjust verdict.

"Remember, Alpha Damisus," Damon challenged. "The throne you sit on... the crown you wear. Whatever you are is me. You stole my position, Damisus, and you want to use the power to cast me away?"

By this time, the murmuring in the room had increased, and the heat and tension were getting worse.