She nodded her head in agreement and watched as he exited their suite. Whitley made sure to give Sylvie a look of disgust before turning on his heels and following her husband...
"I will be back shortly to finish this," Randolf promised Sylvie with a flirtatious wink.
She nodded her head in agreement and watched as he exited their suite. Whitley made sure to give Sylvie a look of disgust before turning on his heels and following her husband.
Whitley opened the large door to King Alpha Adolf's Study. The smell of rich tobacco filled the air as his father sat at his desk. Watching him enter.
"You are back so quickly. Is everything alright?" Adolf asked. His son looked to be in good condition. He saw no visible signs of injury. He smelled of the Island woods and his human bride.
"Yes, father. I think I may-" Randolf stopped speaking when he saw Whitley standing there.
He looked back at his father, who then looked at Whitley, and without uttering a word, Whitley exited the Study, closing the door behind him. It was just father and son now.
Randolf continued, " I think I may have found a way to end the war once and for all."
Though the sentence was short, it bore quite a lot of weight. This war had ebbed and flowed for more than a decade. Killing thousands and injuring humanity. If his son had found a way to end it for good, Adolf would be proud.
"Tell me." Adolf was impatient.
"I stumbled upon the leader's workshop and found his diary. I believe it contains information that can help us develop weaponry that can kill them and stop the Lycan infection from occurring again." Randolf stated.
Adolf couldn't believe his ears. If what his son said was true, they would win the war, and everything could go back to normal. Humans could inhabit the mainlands safely without the fear of being mauled, eaten, or turned into a Lycan.
"And do you have everything you need to make this plan successful?" Adolf asked.
"I believe I do, father. I need a few days. I know in a dire time such as this, time isn't on our side." Randolf explained as he sat down in the chair that sat in front of his father's desk.
His father was quiet for a long time. Randolf wanted to concentrate on this conversation, but his mind kept wandering back to Sylvie and all that she could give him in and out of bed. She had pleasantly surprised him when he had come into his room to find her naked and waiting. He couldn't wait to get back to her. She tasted like strawberries. She was irresistible.
"Give it no more than 3 days. If you cannot find what you are looking for, we must devise a more feasible plan." Adolf instructed his son. He wanted to ask him more, but he decided against it. He trusted his son more than he let on. In fact, his son and Whitley were the only ones he trusted. His dark temperament, along with his surly attitude, had camouflaged his true feelings.
"Yes, father." Randolf agreed, hoping he didn't sound upset.
He watched as his father pushed his chair back, stood up, and walked from behind the desk towards the drink caddy that sat in front of the heavly draped window. He looked on as his father poured them both a single shot of scotch in crystal glasses. He walked back over to Randolf, holding both glasses. He handed him one. Randolf didn't hesitate.
He immediately took a sip of the strong liquor. He wanted to down the contents, but knew if he did on an empty stomach, he would regret it later.
"Now that is out of the way, we must discuss another important topic," Adolf concluded, andtook a sip of his drink.
"And what important topic is that, father?" Randolf asked, expecting his father to talk about the mundane topics that came along with the transfer of a Soverign. He surprised Randolf with his answer.
"Your bride," Adolf said.
"And what about her? Was she a handful? She can be if she feels like she is cornered." Randolf was smiling, thinking about his clever Sylvie.
He had been with her for over a month as her wolf companion. She was similar to him and his Loux Garoux heritage. Loux Garoux despised confinement, and railed against their captivity. The same spirit shone in her. That was another reason he had fallen in love with her.
He could tell by his father's facial expression that he was not correct in his assumption.
"Tell me the truth now, son. Why did you marry that human girl?" Adolf sounded like he was on the brink of anger.
Randolf had known he had put his father and the Loux Garoux Crown in a precarious situation when he had decided to marry Sylvie. He had told his father it was a penance marriage. The islanders had left him no choice. She was the best of them, and he deserved her for their treachery. He had thought his father had fallen for his excuse, but it would seem that wasn't the case. He could tell his father had no patience for this.
"I married her because she saved my life. I owe her my life and all that comes along with it." He replied.
"You speak as if your life is one of ease and free will. After the games, you will be King Alpha of the Loux Garoux. The decisions you make will reflect not just on you but on our clan as well. Your wife does not fit in. It will be hard for her to adjust to our ways. She may not survive. Can you handle that on your conciouns?" Adolf asked him the somber question while drinking the remaining liquor in his glass.
"Father, you are overreacting." He told him.
"Am I? We Loux Garoux, are a proud lot. You broke a betrothal. Something that has never happened since our royal reign began centuries ago ! Louve along with her family was expecting to be Lady Alpha. They have been our biggest financial supporters, giving us money to fight this god awful war, and you decide to grow a concious and bring some human girl to take her stead? Why can't you see it? You are in love with her!" Adolf accused Randolf.
Randolf didn't like how his father was speaking about Sylvie. She was more than some human girl. He did love her and he would never be ashamed of that fact. She would be the mother of his children someday. He stood up then.
"And what if I am? Shouldn't the new King Alpha be happy and settled in his marriage? You are such a hypocrite. What about you, old man?" Randolf snarled.
"What about me?" Adolf quipped.
"You have that whore living in our manor now," Randolf stated, referring to Bouvier. "I can smell her cheap perfume."
"That is different." Adolf tried to argue.
It was futile. Randolf continued, "How? That woman is a monster. She dealt with the Lycans. What can she possibly do for you other than warm your bed?" He asked the rhetorical question.
"She has helped considerably with your wife, and she was the one who informed me of the plan the Lycans were carrying out on the Island. She knew you were alive. If it wasn't for that whore you wouldn't have been found." Adolf snarled back.
"Am I supposed to care? That woman only cares for herself and no other. Keep Sylvie away from her. What would my mother think?" Randolf was about to continue when his father roared.
"That is enough!" Adolf boomed. He hated anyone bringing up his dead wife.
Randolf stopped talking, knowing he had pricked his father's anger.
"Get out!" He shouted.
Randolf didn't need another telling. He quickly exited out of his father's study, and hurried back to his room without Whitley. Once he was back inside, he noticed the lamps were dimmed. He walked over to the bed to find Sylvie under the thick fur covers fast asleep. She was curled up in a ball.
It reminded him of their time in her shack. He immediately undressed and got in bed with her. She moaned and snuggled closer to him.
"I've missed you, boy." He heard her mumble.
He knew she was talking about his wolf form. She snuggled closer, let out a loud sigh of contentment, and went back to sleep. Randolf wrapped his arm around her waist, gently holding her. He loved every second. She was soft and delicate to him.
He used great care to make sure she slept uninterrupted...
The next morning
Bouvier woke Sylvie with the bright sunlight. She had pulled back the drapes. The sunshine came pouring in like a river of golden freshness.
"Good morning, Lady Canis." Bouvier greeted her.
She looked behind her. There was no sign of Whitley. Where was he? She recalled the nasty look he had given her last night. It had frightened her. She recalled waiting for her husband last night.
The adrenaline she had coursing through her veins had wore off and was replaced with a relaxed, drowsy feeling. It didn't help that his bed was soft, and the furs were so warm and snug. She found herself trying to keep her eyes open, but they were no match...