Chapter 24
Darius
“This better be f*cking important. Mason,” I growled into the phone as soon as I realized the other end of the line was Fe. I left Charles in the cell and told Azalea not to release him yet. They could maybe mess with his head a little. Something to teach him a lesson for going back on his vows.
“Did I c*ckblock you?” Mason replied, mockery laced in his voice
That *astard!
Mason was my half-brother from my mom. We didn’t know about each other’s existence till we were twenty. When I visited my mother for the first time in the pack where she ruled singlehandedly, I realized I had a brother and of course, a wife.
Growing up with my father was intense, he made known his hatred for me and how my conception had been the cause of the rift between his mate and him. She never forgave him till she died. Some said she took her own life, others said the betrayal gnashed at her so deep her soul could never recover from it till it killed her but that wasn’t my business.
I didn’t conceive myself so for so many years I didn’t understand the concept of the hatred coming from my father. As for my mother, she dropped me with him once I was a year old and never looked back. She occasionally sent letters and notes on birthdays. Most of the nannies who attended to me were from my mother’s pack. That gave her the opportunity to hear more than enough news about me.
By the time I was six, I started making sure my father had more than enough reasons to call me a b*stard while my mother had her full share of the news she desperately wanted. After meeting Mason, I realized someone could finally understand me because he was a f*cking mirror of the b*stard that I was.
“You wish. What the f*ck do you want?” I snapped. Mason could take a serious matter on a light note and a light matter on a serious note. Whatever was making him ask that st*pid question meant there was danger lurking somewhere.
“You haven’t given me any feedback about Angela. Is that how brothers act?”
Having a conversation with Mason, especially on serious matters was annoying and crazy.
“I would give you one once you tell me what is going on,”
He groaned. He wasn’t one for bargaining just like me. “Fine. Some of Jethro’s men tried invading the pack,”
“And?”
“No! They weren’t successful. There were five and I spared one. At least, someone had to go back to Jethro to give him feedback about how the remaining four were tortured and killed That boy probably thinks I’m a psycho. They made it s difficult to torture them that I had to up my game. Can you imagine?”
He kept on rambling on and on about the things he did to those people. I couldn’t care less about that. He has bad news for me and he’s just trying to set the storm in my mind at a steady plice before he shares it.
“Mason? What is going on?”
“They had a picture of Angela and your daughter. A recent picture that could have been taken a month ago,”
I grabbed hold of the glass that was on my table and held it till it broke, and shattered in my palm.
Jethro was my number one enemy. He was a werewolf rogue king who ruled like a barbarian. I do crazy things but Jethro moves like a mad ghost who has nothing to lose. He was my wife’s brother and he also wanted me dead because he believed I killed his sister.
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“Be careful, Darius. Especially with your daughter,” I hadn’t told him about Reina yet because Reina didn’t even know I was
her father.
“Her
er name is Reina,”
“Cool. I would love to see her someday.”
Mason was currently in charge of the pack. Before, we used to rule the place together hand in hand and we did well. We might not be the most emotionally stable Alphas but intellectually, we killed it. We took the pack from the bottom to the top five in the world.
“Thanks for the heads-up. I appreciate it,”
“Say hi to Angela. Tell her it’s Mason,”
“She doesn’t even know you.”
He laughed, sounding just like me when I laugh. That shit was scary sometimes. “Trust me, she does.”
We ended the call. I wasn’t so bothered about Angela knowing Mason, I’m more bothered about Jethro knowing of their existence. If he could’ve sent his men to my brother’s pack, I’m so sure it’ll only be a matter of time before they’re sent here.
I gripped the edge of the mahogamy table and I could feel it breaking under the skin of my palm. In addition to wanting kill Jethro, I also hate myself for getting involved in Angela’s life. Maybe I should’ve stayed back after seeing her again.
I guess it was time to involve the roundtable.
The door of my office was thrown open with force and Angela strolled in with fire blazing in her eyes. If looks could kill, I would be dead. One of the warriors rushed in after her, looking completely lost and confused. I waved him off. He muttered an apology, bowed, and left the office.
“You have to release him. He didn’t even do anything wrong.” She yelled, a glare on her face directed at me.
“You have to be specific, baby. I have a lot of people locked up. You might be referring to Locke, the Alpha of Primey and I would think you’re referring to *asti, the warrior lord of Millowgrey,”
She was breathing heavily. Even though she was at a reasonable distance from me, I could feel her anger.
“You know who I’m talking about, Darius,”
“I’m afraid I don’t,” I shook my head.
“Why did you arrest Charles, Darius? Why would you do something like that?” I left my spot behind the table and walk towards her. I stopped when my toes met with the tip of her shoes.
“One, we already had that conversation yesterday. Two, we don’t have anything to talk about like you mentioned earlier today. Three, my presence suffocates you. I can’t afford you dying on me, baby,”
She suddenly trembled and reached out to hold the arm sleeve of my shirt. “Why are you doing this, Darius? He didn’t do anything. He’s just looking out for me. Please, let him go,” She spoke gently.
I placed my hand under her chin. “I know what you’re trying to do, Nibbles. Stop patronizing me for his sake. Instead, show me how desperate you are to get him released,”
My words seemed to take her aback for a minute. She was visibly shaken. I also know she would rather roll on the floor like a pig than let me touch her.
“Anything you want, Darius. Take it but let him go,”
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