DIEGO
Meet me in my office immediately. I ordered my beta through our mind-link, and cut it after he gave a response about getting here as soon as he could.
My hands were clamped behind my back as I paced my rather too large office. I was growing impatient at the recurrence lately in my pack. An unknown disease was claiming the lives of my people, and as a future Lycan king, it was my duty to see to these things. I couldn't sleep well at night, knowing there was a chance another of my pack members could catch this deadly disease.
When the first man passed away, the doctor complained to me about not knowing what it was, seeming confused about it all. I had been surprised or rather mad that a doctor in my pack did not have a clue about some disease, but then I called other doctors across the world, and it was confirmed that the disease was unheard of. Thinking it would end with the dead man, I had simply done nothing about it. But when it claimed the life of my father, I had been torn apart. My father, even though we clashed at times, was loved by me. I hoped he knew it.
You didn't prove it though, Owl, my lycan snorted. He was still mad at me for the way my brothers and I treated our father when he was alive.
You couldn't have expected me to do so when after all he caused it. I hissed back, determined to remind him how our father made us lose our fated me in the first place. He was the cause of it. If he didn't do what he did, Chloe wouldn't have cheated on us the way she did. He had, however , tied that woman to us in the name of a peace treaty.
Whatever you say! He roared, shaking his head in displeasure. But stop whining about what the King did! I'm glad for once that he did what he did, because who could have taught what a slut our ex mate was.
I clenched my teeth, feeling Chloe's betrayal wash over me. I walked over to my table and picked up a figurine, throwing it across the wall.
The sound of shattered glass could be heard and I quickly mind linked one of the maidens to clear the mess.
Soon I heard a knock on the door and with my back to it I shouted, "Come in. Be quiet and just do your thing then leave."
"What a mess."
I turned to the voice of my beta, Philip, who had a rather unreadable expression on his face. He cocked an eyebrow, pointing a finger to the mess I made on the floor.
"You did this." It came off rather as an accusation. "Is it still about Chloe or are you missing, Luna?"
My eyes bled with rage. "Riley isn't your Luna!" He looked as though he wanted to argue it but one look at my clenched hands got him shut up.
"Right, that's right." He said, nodding his head. "But this, what's that—"
I cut him off with a glare. "I didn't call you here for you to question me, beta. Know your place and learn what to say before I lose it."
His eyes flecked up with surprise but he masked it with a frown, bowing his head and muttering an apology under his breath.
"What's the news with our new pathologist?" I said, getting straight to the point. There had been no news from him after I ordered him to get us one that was capable of finding out about this disease that was slowly wiping out members of my pack. "When is she coming over?"
His right hand went up to his neck, giving it a scratch. "The big guy mentioned he would let me know when he's sending someone over."
My eyes went wide. "What insolent! Why is he keeping the future King waiting? Does he have a death wish?"
He shook his head, parting his lips to speak but then he was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Come in."
A plus size maiden entered, immediately lowering her gaze to the ground and bowing slightly. "Greetings prince Diego, greetings beta Philip."
Philip acknowledged her with a nod while I frowned at her. She instantly began to clear the glasses with the broom and packer I didn't notice before.
After she was done, I faced my beta with a look that told him that he needed to let things out if he did not want to get on my bad side.
"That's all for now, prince." He sighed. "I guess we'll have to wait for when he will send someone over because there's nothing we can do about it."
I gave him a chilly glare, "How dare you say that? Do you not realize who you are facing?" My voice boomed, anger pulsing through me in waves. There was no one above me, hence I could do whatever I wanted.
Philip instantly paled. "I'm sorry. I wanted to say we can't cause war over that. We need their help and not the other way round." He explained.
I realized he was right. Being the future king didn't mean I should be unreasonable, still, I didn't want my orders taken for granted.
"Call him right away and tell him that I'm giving him only twenty four hours for him to send someone over. I don't care what's going on in his institute, because I will be taking things up myself when the time I have him elapses." I finally said, sending him off and leaning against my desk.
Philip gave a curt nod before disappearing through the door. Once I was alone, I mind linked my brothers and they soon burst through the door, laughing and chatting as they stood before me.
I rolled my eyes at them, taking them in. Both had my looks, we were after all triplets. But where I had my hair long, they both kept theirs short. Drew, my immediate, was dressed in a beige shirt and black trousers. There was a stud earring on his left ear, making him look rather English. Dexter, however, had on a striped blue and black shirt with the first two buttons left unbuttoned. There were no piercings on his ears.
"You sounded agitated over the mind-link," Dexter interrupted his rather unimportant conversation with Drew, and turned to me. "What is it that has the future king so worried about?"
"That's right." Drew chimed in, all serious and ready to get into action. I smiled, loving the fact that I was blessed with the best brothers. They played a lot but knew when to be serious.
"That's," I began, walking ahead of them and heading straight for my chair. I sat down and pointed to the empty chairs across from me. They both had their seats and held my gaze. "About the pathologist we talked about. Philip said that Dr. Alex is still skeptical about who to send over. Like, who does he think he is to do that?"
Dexter glanced at Drew briefly before redirecting his attention to me. "It's only been a day since we asked for a competent pathologist," he said calmly, which bothered me.
"That was a fucking order! I do not make requests! I give orders and I expect them to be obeyed!" I slammed my palm on the desk in frustration.
Drew shrugged. "That shouldn't be an order if you ask me," he began, holding my gaze and backing down. "Because after all, you're a prince of your kingdom and hold no right to the other kingdom. You are a Lycan and you hold no power over the wolves."
In my rage, I had forgotten a crucial detail: the pack I'd ordered to send a pathologist was actually a group of wolves. While we were technically superior, they didn't take orders from us. They had their own hierarchy, even a king. I had naively assumed they would simply obey my commands.
I could feel Owl trying to take over, arguing about the power we both held even in the land of the wolves, about us owning the right to give orders to them whether or not they were a slightly different trope from us.
"Whatever. I already sent Philip to give him a reply on my behalf." I spat out in frustration.
"Well, is that why you asked to see us?" Dexter mused, eyeing me with a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
I groaned. Telling them about my conversation with my lycan was on the tip of my tongue but I shoved it down, not wanting to talk about her.
"Yes," I replied, picking up a file and flipping through it. It was the contract we had signed with another lycan pack. The alpha sought our assistance in funding his new venture, offering us thirty percent of the future profits. Now that was good business, I noted with a grin.
"If that's the case then I can say what has been bothering me for a while now." I looked up at Dexter, searching his face for any sign of stress or anything bothering him but there was none. Rather, I thought I saw a ghost of a smile before it vanished.
Drew and I looked at each other and he shrugged. Letting me know through the bond we shared that he was unaware of what our little brother had to say.
"Let's hear it."
It was Drew who spoke. He shifted on his seat and gave Dexter his attention.
"I want us to search for our ex-wife."