"Goddamn it, Roy." I slam my fists; the impact resonates through the miniature four-cornered meeting room. A sharp stinging pain vibrates, and I smile satisfactorily at the dent. The room can barely fit in twenty men at once; it was designed as a break room for the three elites.
"The only way out is to reject that worthless Omega as your mate. A mating as such has never been heard of and is never going to prosper. You know what happens when an Omega dares to be an Elite?" Roy might be my best, but he is also very unsupportive when you need him to be. The bastard just gets on my nerves. I'm so agitated I might slam him on the desk and watch the air leave his body while he squirms for mercy.
"What about you? Do you think he is right?" Josh sits with both his hands on his lap, fidgeting, eyes flicking between Roy then back to me. I hate how sensitive he is sometimes. He does whatever I tell him to, which is great, but that's not going to solve my problem.
"My dad is having the whole council against me, and the only damn thing you do is sit on this chair and enjoy your life—" I bring my face close to his, pronouncing each word slowly. I hit his chair twice, gaining his attention when he looks down. I want him to look at me when I need him to. "Let me say this once and for all, when I go down, we all go down. You, me, and Roy. Especially you. You're a damn Beta—act like one."
Jack and I were childhood friends; we went through the shackles of childhood through adulthood.
"Yes—" he stammers and gently peels my hands from the back of his chair.
Roy paces back and forth, almost tripping over a lone chair that's facing upward. "The only solution you have is to convince the council, but that's not going to happen. Allen has Lily, and she is an heir to the Alpha throne too, and according to the law—"
"Screw the law. Screw the damn law. You think I want to talk about the law when I'm in this state? Let me tell you something—I didn't become an Alpha to be humiliated by her dad or brother. I am the only Alpha—the only damn one." I thank God the walls are soundproof. I'm yelling so hard my veins are protruding, and my voice is hoarse.
"Josh—" Jack begins. He walks towards me like one does to a sulking child, cautiously watching his step and speaking in a hushed tone.
"Don't 'Josh' me. I'm losing everything." I massage my temples, tugging at the root of my hair defeatedly. I need to punch a wall or something. My wolf has shut me down, muting me from accessing his emotions. He is so silly for being mad at me just because I wanted intimacy with my mate but got cockblocked.
"Say something," I say to Roy. Both his legs are folded, while his hands are on his chest. He has his thinking face on—his eyebrows are closely knitted, his face is contorted, and he just stares into space. You don't disturb Roy when he gets like that, or else he will go all in on you.
"Josh, we can make this happen, okay? I'm very sure there's a way out." Jack pats my shoulder blade. He is so optimistic it hurts all the time. He spends so much time around his middle-aged mom, he is starting to sound like one. Don't get me wrong—with Jack's positive vibes and Roy's gloom aura, we have kept the Pack going good. But most times, optimism doesn't work in all situations, especially this.
"God—" I was about to tell him off when someone bangs on the door. The metallic entrance shakes violently, gaining our attention. Jack stops chewing on his fingernails, I stop pacing, and Roy sits upright.
Roy jumps through the table and over the chairs to tend to it. When he does, his body shields the entrance, blocking us from whoever it is.
"Get out," I hear him say between gritted teeth.
I stroll towards them, ready to bestow my wrath on whoever it was for disrupting our meeting. The maids know not to disturb us whenever we are in here—that rules out all possibilities to one audacious person: my dad.
"Don't tell me what to do. I need to talk to him now," Zara's petite form comes into view. She is clutching the hem of her tattered dress and squeezing Lily's hand, who looked like she was about to faint from fear.
My lips involuntarily turn into a smirk. I'm in a trance at the sight of her disheveled figure—her hair so messy and her lips so swollen you'd be tempted to press another kiss to them. And her face—goddamn, beautiful face that steals your attention. I can't stop looking at her. She messes with me, and I have only met her for a day.
"Meeting adjourned." I wave my hand to Jack, who was still inside. I make way for him when he passes by me to get out. Roy grudgingly walks out too.
"What are you doing here?" I yell at the petrified Lily. She gasps and breathes heavily. I smile contentedly at her reaction. She yanks at Zara's hand, but she refuses to let go, tugging her forward. Interesting.
"No, she is staying with me. She goes when I want her to." Zara struggles to keep a straight face. I can see the crack in her demeanor; she is trying hard to appear strong when she really is just a weak Omega. Damn her. She can't just turn my life upside down. No one dares to do that—not even her.
"I'm going to be a freaking amazing Luna. I don't care what you and them say. You can think whatever the hell you want to. But I'm not backing down. I'm an Omega, and I'm so proud of it. I can be a Luna if I want to, and you bet your ass I will. Watch me."
She is going to be the death of me.