[GRANT]
Alanor was so close to losing his patience. Whoever this little son of a bitch was, he was going to teach him a lesson. No one was supposed to disrespect anyone here, but this idiot had to just turn this into a scene.
'Fuck, I'll break his bones to pieces' Alanor said to himself while he tried to calm down. He was trying to be rational, but the rationality wasn't even showing up when he needed it. Whoever this person was, he sure had a death wish.
Alanor looked at the tiny crowd that had formed around him and he let out a frustrated sigh. He had promised to be on his best behavior tonight, but this son of a woman was adamant about making a scene here.
Maybe he would drop the act just for a moment and teach this man a lesson, yeah? Then again, Criselda would probably pull his ears and make him do three hundred pushups again. He didn't want to be in trouble, but this guy was just testing his patience.
"What did you say?" Alanor growled out, this time, raising his head, to look at the man who had the audacity to say that to his face.
However, when he looked up, he was stuck between punching that face and being in awe of him. What the hell was happening to the young Wynter? Surely this man was just another person, right? But he sure did have a mouth on him, maybe Alnor could fix that for him.
The man in front of Alanor, looked like a spoiled little shit, probably a child of the lead warriors. Because those idiots always thought of themselves as superior men. And this imp was a fucking lycan. Damn.
Compared to his Grant, Alanor could tell without a doubt that this man looked way better than Grant.
Way better that it haunted the young Wynter.
Maybe he was really losing his mind.
'Focus Alanor,' the young Wynter scolded himself. He hadn't even realized that he was comparing the mate he had loved and rejected, to this stranger who had the mouth of a thieving witch. What the hell was with this man anyway?
"Watch where you're going. Don't be the reason people don't enjoy the ceremony. Now get out of my face," the man said proudly, a permanent smirk sitting on his face, making Alanor rethink his thoughts of this man's beautiful face.
Alanor raised his fist in anger, ready to send this son of a woman into next week by his punches, but when he punched, he was in shock.
An angry Alanor was dangerous, even to himself.
"Gideon, no!!" Grant shouted as Alanor landed a punch on the man before him. However, his rejected mate took the punch, making Alanor step back in shock.
He had never thought that he would ever lay a hand on Grant, but this little bitch had made him do it. That alone made Alanor furious. The man with a running mouth was the reason he had hurt his mate.
If Grant never found a mate, Alanor was ready to be his substitute mate, even from afar.
"Out of the way, Grant," Alanor said angrily when he saw his mate clutching his stomach in pain. He wanted to help Grant, but then that would make people know the bond between them. Alanor couldn't let that happen.
Sure, he could defend and take care of Grant here and now, but that one action could shift all the targets to the mate he had rejected in the name of keeping him safe. And that would break Alanor's heart, again.
"If you want to attack him, you will have to go through me," Grant said and the stupid beautiful man he was defending spoke up at the same time that Alanor spoke.
"I can defend myself," the man who was saved by Grant said, and Alanor ignored him. Something had happened here and Alanor could feel it too, however he focused on the mate he had rejected.
"Is he your mate?" the young Wynter asked, carefully like he was worried everyone would hear the sound of his heart breaking.
Alanor didn't care about what the idiot had said, but he wanted to hear Grant say it. He wanted to hear Grant say he had gotten another mate.
Was Alanor that replaceable?
Was he not worth fighting for, or holding on for?
While he had been thinking of Grant all this while, the moon goddess had already given Grant a mate?
What was Alanor then, a joke of the century?
Alanor could feel his heart break for the hundredth time. He hadn't expected this. The delay in Grant's response was scaring him, and he wished he hadn't even come here. It had barely been three hours since they had gotten here and he already had a mate?
Damn, the goddess was truly having a field day breaking the young Wynter's heart.
"Fuck," Alanor said as he sat on the nearest seat. The crowd around them had grown smaller, but people were still in shock too.
If Alanor had paid attention to the murmurs and gasps around him, he would have heard he worried they were. Everyone here knew how dangerous Gideon of Greroth was.
He had a reputation of being one of the most ruthless warriors in the midlands and warlocks in Greroth.
Gideon was power reincarnated. And yet the man he was scuffling against, was having the same power, only that Alanor's was hidden because he hadn't yet known himself and his full abilities.
If he had listened, then the young Wynter could have known that he was arguing with the deadly lycan prince, the man who was way scarier than Edison and had been holding back all this while.
Alanor would have realized that he was bantering with the only child of the man he would be murdering in the coming months or years.
The lycan prince of Udrad.
Prince Unar Stitt.
"Get up, and don't you dare refuse. You punched me, so you at least owe me an audience," Grant said angrily to Alanor, forcing the young Wynter to get up. He wasn't exactly mad at Alanor, but this was the only way to get him out of this crowded place.
Grant had seen people go back to what they were doing more so because they were scared of Gideon of Greroth. They didn't want him to burn them to ashes like the rumors had said, and they didn't want him to sleep with their mates out of spite for them.
"What are you even doing, Grant?" Delbert asked Grant in the mind link, but the werewolf warriors didn't even bother responding to him. Besides, Delbert already knew the dilemma between Grant and his mate.
He also knew that Alanor was not one to handle things silently and if Grant was careful, then his twin would shame him again. Delbert didn't feel bad for Grant, no. He was just worried that the man would be rejected twice in a span of two months.
And no one deserved that, even if they seemed brainless at times and when they were thinking with their hearts.
However, even then, the junior warrior had kept his distance as he knew that his involvement in whatever Grant was doing right now would put Delbert in the spotlight and his brother would definitely not want anything to do with their tin bond.
Besides, Alanor had already lost too much, and Delbert didn't want to introduce himself to him, if he wasn't going to stay beside him. There were things that Delbert had to do in Acord.
He had a family to take care of and he wouldn't just leave them because his brother wanted him to, right? But what if that happened? Alanor would definitely not want anything to do with him, because Delbert's children were still too young to even face any reality.
"Be careful, alright?" Delbert said and Grant nodded before shutting the mind link between him and his packmates.