Chapter 6

TRISTAN POV 

Immediately I arrived in my room, I flung the backpack on the bed. 

My legs led me to the wardrobe where I picked up my towel and as soon as I did, I led my way to the bathroom. 

After a cold bath, I walked back into the room. It was soothing to be home once again, and more than soothing to not be caught by the police. 

What would I have done at this point? 

Where would I be by now?

There was no point thinking about it since it was yet to happen. 

Once again, my legs led me and I walked to the wardrobe where I picked an outfit for the night before heading to the door. 

When I walked out, I snapped my fingers and my guards emerged from their spot. 

“I need to see Father,” I said. “You don't have to follow me. Watch over my room.”

They bowed while I walked away. 

The room where Father preferred to stay in the evening was quite far from where I was, so I hastened my footsteps, finding my way to the space. 

“Good evening, my lord.” A young woman greeted me on my way to the Manor's gate. 

“Good evening, my Lady,” I hailed as well, catching up with the door leading to the room where the Alpha sat, waiting for me. 

Who else could he be waiting for if not me? I pushed the door open, planting a smile on my face as I walked into the large room. “Father.”

“Tristan,” he looked up, his expression bland and I wondered what was going to happen in the room before I left the space.

“Good evening, Alpha,” I hailed as soon as I got closer. “One of my brothers said you sent for me and I have come.”

The old man moped at me like he didn't know who I was in the first place. There was hate in his eyes and for once, I wondered what brought about his tantrums. 

Was I going to be grounded before the end of today? I thought, waiting for him to ask me to sit—something he had yet to do.

“Take a seat.”

Finally, I took a seat in the lower part of the room, while he was seated on the throne in the higher spot. 

Now I could not help but admire the throne, thoughts of how to claim it for myself running around in my head. 

“Where have you been?”

I looked up, unsure of what I heard. 

What did he say? I thought for a moment, wondering how to ask him to repeat himself—something the Alpha doesn't like to do.

“Didn't you hear me?”

“I did not, Father,” I cried. “I was lost in my thoughts. Please, forgive me.” 

“Where have you been?”

“I was out with a few of my friends,” I said with a smile. “Not until the attack caused me to hurry back to the pack.”

“I see.” Father sat up. 

“Did I not talk to you and the rest of your brothers about a meeting that would be held in the early hours of this morning, last night?”

“Oh!” 

I hit my hand on my head. 

“How come I forgot about it?” I cried, moping at the man who moped at me with disdain in his eyes. 

“Don't tell me that!” One of my brothers walked into the space. 

“I called you more than enough times, and so did Orion before leaving the pack for wherever he is. Why did you not pick it up?”

I gazed at Father, then at the man who just walked into the space. He was the oldest of us all and the heir to the throne if all requirements were met when the time was right.

“I didn't see any call from you.”

“What did you say?” He cried. “Do I need to provide proof of this accusation?”

“My phone went off, brother,” I cried. “Maybe I saw a call from you and the others, but I was not disposed to take it when it came in.”

Father got on his feet. 

Without saying a word, he left the space, leaving myself and my oldest brother to continue with our conversation. 

“Can you see what you've done?” I asked the man who as well turned around and walked out of the space. 

“You are the bad egg of this family, Tristan,” he stopped in his tracks and turned around. 

“Father and the rest of us have tried more than enough to make out good from you, but I doubt this feat is an easy one to achieve.”

“I—” 

He walked away before I let out the words. 

A sigh ran out of my mouth and I smiled next, happy that my plans worked out. 

At least, Father did not get an answer to all his questions. 

The same way my older brother intervened and saved me from being grounded, not knowing he had done me well. 

I turned around and led my way out of the room. My legs led me to the dining hall, with hopes of having a good meal before retiring to bed. 

“Welcome, my lord.” The guard at the door greeted me when I caught up with the space. 

Without saying a word to him, I walked into the space. 

The aroma of good food filled the atmosphere, while butterflies ran about in my stomach at the thought of how satisfied I would be at the end of the day.

Suddenly, a car drove into the compound. I looked around me, counting my brothers. We were complete except for one person who was yet to join us at the table. 

Orion. 

My twin brother and rival.

What was he up to? 

Searching the city for who the masked men are? I wondered, smiling as I dug into the plate.

Someone walked into the hall, causing a smile to appear on the faces of my brother. 

“There he comes.” One of my many brothers chuckled. “We were just about to eat.”

“I see,” Orion took a seat on one of the chairs. My gaze met his, and he gave me a look I had seldom seen. 

What did I do this time?