Chapter 2 - Maxton Bergmont

Chapter 2 - Maxton Bergmont

Maxton Bergmont, the Alpha King of the Western region, moved with a commanding grace through the guests. At 6 feet 7 inches, his towering presence was impossible to ignore. Black hair framed his chiseled features, while his piercing emerald eyes scanned the crowd with a mixture of authority and coldness. His well-defined physique was evident even beneath his tailored attire, exuding both strength and power. As he shook hands and exchanged pleasantries, the deep rumble of his voice and the confident set of his shoulders conveyed a leader who was both respected and feared. Each greeting, each well-wish was met with a nod or acknowledgment, not a smile nor a hint of joy could be seen on his face. He, himself, was against the Royal Tryst because he did not want to find his mate, he saw it as a weakness, a worthless concept that was formed millenniums ago. For him, a mate is a weakness that would only endanger his position and his life. He preferred not to know who was fated to him.

But fate knew how to play a game.

As he went around greeting important business partners and visitors, he caught a scent that immediately excited his wolf inside him. He pushed away the feeling and the prodding voice of his wolf, telling him to find their mate. They fought each other internally, and when his eyes turned pitch black, the wolf took over his human counterpart and moved swiftly through the crowd, searching, until Maxton gained back control of his wolf putting himself to a complete halt.

But it was already too late, Georgia had sensed it, her wolf did as she chanted in her mate, ‘mate! Mate!’. Georgia could feel the piercing stare on her and she could sense the strong presence of power on her left, she figured it was the Alpha King Maxton Bergmont, who else would have the same aura in this crowd if not him. The gasps and whispers that followed a drop of silence confirmed that indeed it was the Alpha King. He had found his mate.

But the statement that left Georgia’s lips left everyone shocked.

She turned to him, standing a few feet away, voice quivering in fear but she drowned it, clenching her fists gripping the skirt of her dark green dress to stop herself from trembling, and she said, “I, Georgia Finnes, of Woodbrick Pack, reject you, Alpha King Maxton Bergmont, Ruler of the Western Packs, to be my mate and partner for life.”

She was scared for her life. She heard about him, the ruthless Alpha King of the West. She would kill her for the powers she possessed from her silver eyes, or he would use her to his means. So she decided to reject him, to get as far away from him as possible.

A growl rumbled in the Alpha King’s chest as the whispering around them grew. 

What she did could be a ground for death, but they know that the Alpha King’s wolf would severely suffer if his mate died. Torture perhaps would be more suited.

Rage filled the Alpha King, and the pain struck him straight to the heart, stabbing his chest, in anger, he quickly ran toward her, so fast that he moved like a blur. The next thing they knew, he was already holding her neck, firmly curling his fingers under her jaw, and Georgia Finnes choked, her lungs begging for air.

“What did you say? How dare you reject me?” he hissed, his breathing was heavy, and his voice was threatening and restrained, barely holding himself back from twisting her head.

Georgia could not speak.

“I’ve heard about you,” he said, his hand remained gripping her neck, “the blind poor girl,” he mocked, a devilish snicker slipping from his lips. “What made you think I would want you to be my mate? You dared to reject me? No, Georgia.” he said, uttering her name like he had known her for long. “I, Alpha Maxton Bergmont, Ruler of the Western Packs, reject you, Georgia Finnes to be my mate.” he declared, his teeth clenched as he spoke, his anger seething which everyone could feel. Then he let go.

“Take this filthy woman out of here, and sanction the Woodbrick Pack for sending an insolent b-tch to the Royal Tryst.” he commanded and two men from the Royal Pack grabbed her arm and immediately removed her from the garden, leaving her outside the gates, alone.

Layla tried to go to her, but the guards at the gates did not allow her to leave. She must stay until the Royal Tryst ends.

Georgia had no other choice but to walk on her own. She listened to her footsteps and felt the ground beneath her feet to know that she was still following the right track leaving the King’s premises. She was not sure of the way out of the Bergmont’s land and just followed the trail, using her sense of smell to remind herself of the way they had passed by earlier when arriving there. She had smelled the scent of flowers and different trees, and heard the shifts from rocky roads to smoother trails, she just needed to be out of anyone’s sight now so she could see her phone’s map and go home quicker.

When she had reached the part where the street lamps had ceased to exist and only darkness and dimmed forest surrounded her, she stopped; she thought she was far enough and that no one could see her so she pulled her blindfold down to be able to see, blinking the blur in her vision several times before she covered herself with a cloak, pulling the hood to cover her head and hide her eyes.

What she did not know were those green eyes that belonged to the Alpha King— Maxton Bergmont was following her figure.

Alpha Maxton left the Royal Tryst and proceeded to his manor. At the upper floor, he stood on an open balcony, overlooking the gates where they had left Georgia, and he watched her leave. With his wolf vision, he was able to see at a farther distance than a pure blooded human could. At first, he could not believe that she could go home with her blind state, without anyone assisting her. But she walked following the trail carefully and he watched from a distance until she halted. He drank the remaining rum in his glass and saw her pull down her blindfold when the tied piece of fabric fell on her nape for he could only see her back from his view. He frowned as curiosity had him.

He leaned at the banister, his eyes focused on the retreating back of Georgia, slowly being consumed in the darkness of the night. He watched her cover herself with a dark cloak and not struggle to find her way, following the trail, leaving his land, which piqued his interest and intrigued him more; but the anger and hatred towards her, combined with the pain that he was concealing in his chest due to the rejection he made despite the protest from his wolf, overpowered any desire that he may have towards her.