Their Breathing
Darius‘ p.o.v.
Camus and I have been in a mood ever since we left the Palace. Neither one of us likes to be away from our Mate and she hasn’t been in our lives that long.
Preston and Pearl have been silent since we got into the SUV and now that Pearl is going to rip me a new one the moment we arrive at the Alpha office or on the Alpha floor.
What I didn’t expect was to find the majority of our Pack–members at the Pack–house, nor was I expecting their facial expressions. Some of them look pissed off, while others look happy and I don’t know what to make of it.
Rayden and Ruby are waiting for us on the front porch, but both of them are more preoccupied with our Pack–members than they are with the SUV approaching the Pack–house.
“Rayden has been running damage control ever since the Elder finished his speech. Some Pack–members believe that Dallas should release your Mother and save her from a death sentence.” Pearl says, before the SUV comes to a complete stop.
I listen to the comments and remarks of those who feel that Dallas should pardon my Mother, but I doubt any of them really understand why she is getting the death sentence.
“Let me explain a few things before you attack my Mate again.” I say as I turn to the crowd. I tell them what happened all those years ago and that my Mother had been a part of it all that time, selling out her Son.
It doesn’t matter to them and they keep saying that Dallas should pardon Madeline for her crimes.
“Preston, I am sorry that you will have to deal with such ignorant Idiots. However, I am glad I won’t have to deal with this again. I want to hand over everythign as soon as possible and get the fuck out of here.” I growl as I walk into the Pack–house.
Dallas is going to be the Royal Beta for Goddess‘ sake, she can’t pardon someone for such a significant crime.
Quincy is waiting near the stairs for me and I guide him up to the Beta floor while explaining the situation to him. I know that Quincy hoped never to take over this position, but he also understands that a Pack can’t function without a Beta.
“If you think this is going to be hard, then keep in mind that my Mate is a Princess.” I tell Quincy.
“Oh My. How did Daxton respond to the realisation?” Quincy asks and we both laugh.
Daxton hates how people can react when they meet someone with a title. Whether it is an Elite Warrior, a Squad member or an Alpha, people tend to change their tune when meeting someone they consider important.
I hate it too, but I am better at hiding some of my annoyance over it. Daxton feels that he needs to stop anyone from making assumptions and does so in a rather blunt way.
“You like it when he does that. You are just too well–trained to show it and regret it every single time that Daxton is the one to shut them up.” Camus responds to my thoughts.
It isn’t that I hate Daxton for being blunt; I hate that he always manages to steer those people in my direction with his actions at the same time. They don’t realize that as twins, we usually feel the same way about an issue, but I always handle it more delicately, as Daxton says.
As a Beta, you can’t always speak your mind, and with me doing public appearances for so long, I have grown accustomed to treading lightly.
I also have more patience than Daxton, but I think that has to do with our upbringing and how Madeline always treated him.
Quiny and I meet with Preston and the others on the Alpha floor after Quincy’s Mate has asked permission to change a few things on the Beta floor. She can do whatever she wants, because it is the floor she is going to live on from here on out.
“Some believe that Dallas needs to pardon her because the problem got solved without causing damage to Daxton. They also believe that as the Mother in law of the Royal Beta, she will behave herself.” Ruth says.
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“What the Fuck. For years, she has treated Daxton as someone less She has stolen money from this Pack and she conspired to trap Preston. Have they lost their minds?” I can barely keep myself calm and I wish that Dallas were here with me to help me stay calm.
I need to get back to the Palace as soon as I can, because I might kill a few Pack–members if any of them repeat those words in
front of me.
“Preston, I will leave at first light. Quincy will be completely up to speed by then and you might not have a funeral coming up.” I
say.
Everyone knows that I am being pushed toward the edge and if anyone gets out of line, none of them will be able to control me
or Camus.
“We’ll have dinner here, because I doubt anyone will keep their mouths shut.” Pearl says, before she walks to the kitchen to instruct the Omegas on her plan.
I show Quincy everything that needs to be handled within a few days and what can wait until after that. He will have to do this job with his Mate and I am glad that she is a beta’s Daughter; she will be a great help to him.
My video call with my Brother and my Mate almost makes me rethink my departure time. If only either one of them had told me about the mess they found, I would have thought they were kidding, but with both of them telling me the amount of work that needs to be done, I doubt they are exaggerating.
I don’t remember saying goodnight or my eyes getting heavy. All I know is that I must have fallen asleep somewhere along the Tine, because I just woke up from a decent night’s sleep without my Mate next to me.
Well, without her physically beside me, that is. Hearing their breathing over the phone is what helped me sleep or at least I like to think so.
