Filed to story: The Alpha King’s Intoxicating Mate
“The response to the breeding program being demolished has been met with a mixture of both positive and negative reactions,” James said tightly “A lot of the older, established packs with older-fashioned Alpha are resistant to the change” he added.
I raised an eyebrow, not surprised in the slightest by the news. I had known that this would cause controversy amongst the packs, but I wasn’t going to be swayed from doing what I believed to be the right thing.
“I want men sent to the packs confirming that the programs have been demolished,” I said inclining my head “Those that haven’t are to be given a choice. Do it or face their packs being disbanded. I will not have my ruling be ignored.”
James just nodded. “What if they choose to fight?”
I gave a scornful laugh “Disrespect the royal Alpha King? I have unlimited resources and allies. It would be their funeral” I said icily “and any messenger or delegate that is harmed will be a declaration of war on their pack. Make that clear.” “Understood” James muttered.
I ran a hand through my hair, feeling exasperated. I glanced at my suitcase, sitting beside the front door, and gave a long-suffering sigh as James smirked at me.
“Where is she?” I asked tiredly.
Already I was regretting my offer to bring her. Never before had I seen such a disorganized and late-to-the-party, female. “Still getting ready,” James said wrily, his own suitcase beside mine.
He went and grabbed them, shaking his head. “I’ll put these in the limo,” he said with a groan.
Damnit Cordelia, I seethed, heading upstairs and in search of the blasted woman. How hard was it to make sure you were ready to go on time? Especially when you had been given ample notice? I had told her to pack lightly for Christ’s sake. My men who were accompanying me were beginning to look impatient, not that they would dare to speak a word to me.
I spotted her in the room, tucking something carefully into the bottom of her suitcase. She whirled around, looking panicked when she saw me out of the corner of her eye.
Cordelia put a hand to her chest. “Oh Kace” she exclaimed, her voice a little on edge “You scared me,” she said.
I frowned. She was wearing a tight-fitting dress that clung to her body, skimming along her hips and showing off her long legs. She also wore long heels. “Cordelia, I know you want to look your best, but that outfit is hardly going to allow you to be able to move around unrestricted,” I said with narrowed eyes.
“I’m the date of the Alpha King, I can hardly come along looking like a trollop,” she said indignantly.
If the behavior fits Lucian snarled.
I pointedly ignored him, looking at the various suitcases with a raised eyebrow. There were four of them. “Cordelia I told you to pack light” I growled, feeling a headache coming on.
She looked at me confused. “I did. I originally had eight suitcases” she said annoyed.
Maybe we can stuff her in one and put her in the trunk Lucian snapped, sounding disgusted. I forced a block up, sensing his anger rising. Cordelia blinked her eyes at me, feigning innocence. Something snapped in me.
“Hurry up and bring your suitcases down. Seeming as you insist you’ve packed light, you’re responsible for carrying your own bags” I snapped.
Her jaw fell open. “Kace, that’s what the servants are for” she protested.
I shot her a look. “Carry your own suitcases Cordelia” I repeated, my voice dangerously quiet “and I suggest you hurry. I want to get on my way and I’m angry at the delay you have caused.”
“But I can’t carry all of these” she wailed, looking helpless.
I snorted. “Then you didn’t pack light enough,” I said icily “you have ten minutes, then I’m leaving without you” I added, turning around and stomping out, my frustration obvious by the look on my face. I stormed out of the pack house, heading towards James who was waiting patiently by the limo, an amused look on his face.
“Let me guess, she has multiple suitcases and still isn’t ready” he quipped sarcastically as I glowered at him.
“I gave her ten minutes” I snarled “Any longer and we leave without her.”
“Thank god for small mercies” James muttered under his breath.
I pretended not to hear him. Part of me was hoping she wouldn’t meet the deadline, my jaw clenching as the minutes passed.
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