#Chapter 39 New Life
Bastien’s POV
One by one, wolves from across Elysium filter into the council chambers, answering the mental summons I roared out across the territory ordering the pack to gather at once. Emitting such a call takes incredible strength; it’s a feat very few Alpha’s could accomplish, and one which has left me exhausted, though no less angry.
When the wolves have finally filled the circular space, I call the council back to order, keeping Arabella primely situated before the dais. She’s smiling confidently, and even the counselors look somewhat pleased. I imagine they think I’ve decided to give into their demands.
The fools must not realize that suggesting I remarry was the very last thing they should have attempted if they wished my cooperation.
“It seems “I announce to the room at large, “That many of you are displeased with my leadership, and uncomfortable with my marital status.”
