****The king of the red moon pack***Tyler's father***
"Yeah, this is uncommon but I'd come to inquire about something." He said, his voice steady and calm.
I turned to him, my curiosity piqued. "What's going on, Nicholas?" I asked, my voice measured. My mind was racing with possibilities. Was he here to discuss Tyler? Did he sense the turmoil brewing within me? Perhaps he had information that could shed light on Tyler's growing power.
As I studied Nicholas's expression, I couldn't help but wonder what had brought him to this place. Was he driven by concern for me, or did he have his own agenda? I waited for him to respond, my thoughts swirling with possibilities.
'Does he want to kill Tyler?' I wondered silently, uncertainty gnawing at me. Was Nicholas here to propose an alliance, or would he advocate for a more sinister course of action? I watched him closely, searching for any hint of his intentions.
I stood frozen, my jaw dropped in utter shock as Nicholas's words hung in the air like a challenge. "My mate Linda, I'm afraid she can't withhold my heir. And I'm sorry to say I can't lose her." The dimly lit chamber seemed to darken further, as if the shadows themselves were responding to the weight of his words. The implications were clear: Nicholas was willing to risk everything, including his position and legacy, for the sake of his mate.
I silently cursed, my mind racing with the potential consequences like a tempest brewing in the depths of my mind. I needed time to think, to come up with a plan to mitigate the situation. "Since that's the case, I need you to give me time to get back to you," I said, trying to keep my composure as I struggled to maintain control over the swirling emotions within me.
Nicholas bowed, his eyes gleaming with a mix of determination and desperation, and left, leaving me to my thoughts. The heavy doors creaked shut behind him, enveloping me in an oppressive silence.
I quickly summoned my beta, Frederick, the son of Meyer. The air seemed to ripple with the weight of our complicated history, the memory of his father's demise still lingering like a specter in the shadows. But Frederick had proven himself to be loyal and cunning, and I valued his counsel.
I explained the situation to Frederick, and he listened intently, his eyes narrowing as he processed the information. After a moment of thought, he proposed a solution. "Since he can't betray his mate by sleeping with a breeder, it's better to replace his son with Alvin's. So Alvin's son would continue after his demise."
I nodded, intrigued by the idea, as the wheels turned in my mind, calculating the risks and benefits. But before Frederick could leave, he added, "Then Tyler's son would take over." I turned to him, wondering why he was still standing there, and that's when I realized he had been waiting for my response, his eyes locked onto mine with an unnerving intensity.
As I reflected on Frederick's suggestion, a nagging doubt crept into my mind. It dawned on me that he might be uncertain about the specifics of Tyler's identity or circumstances. This realization raised a pertinent question: why would he mention Tyler's son if he was unsure? I found myself pondering this enigma, seeking to unravel the motivations behind Frederick's words.
Was it possible that Frederick was attempting to probe my reaction, to gauge my sentiments regarding Tyler's potential legacy? Or perhaps he possessed some knowledge or insight that I was not privy to, and his mention of Tyler's son was a subtle attempt to convey a message? The ambiguity surrounding Frederick's intentions hung in the air, leaving me to wonder about the underlying dynamics at play.
I decided to seek clarification, hoping to shed more light on Frederick's thoughts and intentions. "What do you know of Tyler's son?" I asked, my tone measured and inquiring, my gaze fixed intently on Frederick's face. The question seemed to demand an answer, and I waited with bated breath for Frederick's response, eager to unravel the mystery surrounding Tyler's son.
Frederick's words caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "I think he's your son as well, so I suggested. I don't actually know who Tyler even is." His nonchalant admission was both amusing and unsettling.
As I composed myself, I realized that Frederick had pieced together the information based on snippets of conversation I'd shared with him in the past. It was a sobering reminder of his intelligence and perceptiveness. "You're so funny," I said, trying to downplay the situation.
But beneath the surface, I was calculating the risks. Frederick's cunning nature made him a formidable ally – and a potentially deadly enemy. I knew I had to tread carefully, especially given our complicated history. The fact that I'd killed his father still lingered, a secret waiting to be uncovered.
I made a mental note to be more guarded in my interactions with Frederick, ensuring that I didn't reveal any more than I intended. His sharp mind and quick thinking made him a valuable asset, but also a potential threat. I would need to stay one step ahead of him if I wanted to maintain control.
*****Tyler's pov***
The warm sunshine streaming through the windows was the perfect accompaniment to my morning stretch. As I made my way to the kitchen, I was greeted by the sight of a perfectly prepared breakfast, complete with steaming hot food that filled the air with a mouthwatering aroma. A smile spread across my face as I realized someone had gone out of their way to make my morning a little brighter.
I picked up the tray and headed back to my room, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. The stress of the previous day seemed to melt away as I sat down to enjoy my meal. My mind, however, had other plans. It wandered back to Tyrant, the enigmatic figure I'd met in the forest the day before. Who was he, really? And what had brought him to those woods?
After showering and brushing my teeth, I settled in to savor my breakfast. The flavors danced on my tongue, and I couldn't help but wonder who had prepared this delightful meal. It was a small act of kindness, but it had made a significant impact on my day. I made a mental note to find out who was behind this thoughtful gesture and express my gratitude.
My anger simmered just below the surface as I thought about Jackson and his water prank from the day before. I was still dripping wet, literally and figuratively, from the shock of being doused in cold water. As I walked to the park, I couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't shown up that morning. Was he avoiding me? Did he think he could just prank me and then ghost me? My eyes narrowed as I thought about it. If I caught up with him, he'd be sorry. I'd make sure of it. "You're going down, Jackson," I muttered to myself, my voice low and menacing. But beneath the surface, a hint of a smile played on my lips. After all, I knew Jackson was just trying to have a little fun. Still, I'd make him pay for it.