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CHAPTER 9
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2025-02-22 02:32:07ALEKANDER VON SINCLAIR
“WHAT ARE YOU planning to do with her?” Joram asked Alex as he watched the guard drag the prisoner girl away.
“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” Alex replied.
“she should be taken to the dungeon,” Joram argued as they walked to a hall beside the mansion. “not your chambers.”
Alex scoffed. “I don’t expect you to be the one judging me, brother.”
“I am not,” Joram sighed. “But a few hours ago, your Lucia called, and you just told me that you were not interested in that tonight,” he pushed and held the door open. “And after this meeting, you are going to -”
Alex stopped abruptly and looked at Joram. “You are judging, brother.” He said coolly. “Do you want her for yourself?” he cocked his head. “Is that what this is all about? You want her, and you do not want to share.”
Joram's face twisted in disgust. “Gross.” He rubbed his eyes. “I do not want to fuck your prisoner. She is yours to do as you wish.”
There was a vague smile on Alex's face as he turned away. “Who said anything about fucking the prisoner?” he asked under his breath.
“I don’t need you to tell me.” Joram snapped.
Alex shrugged. His brother was right. At first glance at the girl, a strange string of jealousy flared from within him; it had developed into a stronger sexual pull. He had looked at her and felt his cock jump in response. That was a reaction he had not gotten from Lucia in a very long time.
“Nonna,” he hugged a small old woman who approached him, kissing her cheek fondly before stepping away for Joram to do the same.
“I knew you would be back one day,” the woman said in a strong Italian accent. “Today is the day.”
“I am not -” Alex started to say, but Joram interrupted and cut him off, “Today is the day, grandmother.”
Alex nodded once before he continued, “There is a girl -”
“...A prisoner he wants to fuck,” Joram cut in again.
“Watch your language, child.” The old woman snapped, and Joram bowed his head.
Alex smirked. “There's a girl. I have instructed her to be taken to my chambers…”
“So Joram is right,” the old woman said. “She is a prisoner you want to copulate with.”
Alek chuckled dryly at his grandmother's choice of words. “Have her cleaned up for me, Nonna.”
Nonna nodded and said, “Does she have anything to do with your destiny?” She looked up at Alek, raising a hand to stroke his chin fondly. “I see it in your eyes.” Alex allowed his head to relax in her touch. “No child should pass through what you are passing through. I have a salve ready for you when you are settled…”
Alex nodded and kissed the old woman's hand. “Grazie, Nonna.” Joram kissed her cheek as she shuffled out of the hall. Alex chuckled as he walked to a large seat at the head of the hall. “Of all the things I imagined, I never expected them to build a pack hall… like we were werewolves.”
“We might not be werewolves, Alek,” Joram said, “But the majority of the clan consists of werewolves. It is only natural that they try to make this as habitable as possible.”
Alex snorted, sitting down on the large chair. “As habitable as possible.” He muttered. “Like appointing an alpha to rule over them.” He laughed heartily.
“I wouldn’t be so humorous if I were you,” a voice said from the door.
Alex sobered up and looked at the new comer as he walked into the hall, followed by 5 other men, shuffling in with mixed emotions – some were scared, others were apprehensive of the whole situation. But not the man that led them; he was confident as he approached Alex. “I am Marshall. Marshall Diggle.” He extended his hand to Alex, who looked down at it without accepting it.
Marshall took his hand back and continued, “And these are the members of the senate council.” He waved at the group of men behind him. “And you are sitting in my chair.”
Joram feigned surprise. “You are the appointed alpha of the clan?”
Marshall bowed with a flourish. “And I take it that I am in the presence of the founder brothers.” He looked from Alex to Joram. “I have heard stories.”
Now Joram was curious. He leaned forward. “What stories?” he asked.
Marshall chuckled. “You are Joram Von Sinclair. There’s really nothing to you… but you,” he turned and looked at Alek. “You are Alexander Von Sinclair. The younger brother, but the leader. The one cursed with carrying the curse of your race.”
Alex snorted.
“I would have been confused at what you are doing here after all these years,” Marshal said. “But I know you brought a prisoner back and have had her sent to the pack mansion. That is not the way things are done in my pack.” He said.
Alek cocked his head.
“The girl will be brought to the Senate, and we will give her a fair trial as to whether she will remain in the pack or not.” He finished. “That is the way we do things here. Now, if the both of you are planning on staying, there is a place for you at the Senate table - ”
His words died on his lips at the same time that he died. Alex punched a hole through Marshall’s chest. Blood spurted through and Alek stepped back as the body slumped to the floor. A hushed gasp reverberated in the room, and they all pulled away in fear and disgust.
“Is there anything else anyone wants to say?” he asked.
The room was deathly silent as Alek stood up. “This is not a pack.” He growled. “This is my clan that hosted a bunch of stranded werewolves. Never forget that as you hold your meetings. This. Is. My. Clan.” He walked down the stairs. “And I will not be questioned by some dogs like any of you. I will do whatever I wish with my prisoner.”
He held eye contact with each of the Senate members before he stormed out of the hall, his left hand dripping with Marshall’s blood.
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