Page 38 of An Omega for the Lycan Prince
“Thank goddess, it’s you,” he furrows his dark brow. “I thought it would be another one of our guards telling me about our young wolves’ mischievousness.”
I raise my eyebrows at his words. He doesn’t sound too mad anymore. “Had a fun evening?”
“Hilarious,” he states dryly.
“I can only imagine.” I fill two glasses with whisky and hand him one of them. “I met them when I came home.”
He takes a sip from his drink. “Did they tell you that they got into a fight in public?”
“Yes,” I state dryly. “You didn’t go too hard on them, though. Are you losing your edge?”
“Careful,” my father furrows his brow again. I am not scared of him, though. Our bond is special.
“Come on,” my lips tug. “When I did that back in the day, it didn’t just end with you yelling at me and putting me on extra training.”
“Maybe, but you were a full-fledged Lycan.”
I smirk. “Talk about double standards.”
My father looks at me thoughtfully, almost a bit worried for a moment.
“I am kidding,” I sigh once I notice he takes my words to heart. “Believe me. I’m glad I didn’t turn into a wolf and tear the whole club apart, killing everyone inside.” If Aurelia and the others had done that today, there would have been serious injuries. But I would have killed everyone in there for sure.
“The others don’t know how it feels to have this strong wolf inside your mind,” he ponders.
“I am thankful for Fenris now,” I admit.
He snorts. “And I am thankful for Regis.”
I raise my glass. “To our wolves.”
He chuckles and raises his glass as well. “To our wolves.”
We sit together in silence for a while before I continue our conversation. “Aurelia… she has a lot of fighting spirit in her. She is straightforward, honest… and pretty strong. And she is only sixteen.”
He nods thoughtfully. “I noticed.”
“Are you worried?” I want to know.
“I am more worried about Marius than Aurelia,” he admits.
“You like that she is tough enough to take it up with a whole bunch of wolves,” I muse. “That’s why you were so lenient tonight.” From his expression, I know I just hit the nail on the head. My father is a fantastic Alpha, a great leader, and a very good mentor, but he is not particularly lenient when our rules are broken. And he normally doesn’t differ between his kids or other pack members. He thinks it wouldn’t be fair to the rest of the pack if his kids had a free pass, and I agree.
“I don’t appreciate what she did. However, she is a she-wolf. Considering that she has a slight disadvantage, I commend her for being brave.”
“She needs to rein in her impulsiveness,” I muse. “And be more focused.”
“You are the one training the young wolves. Do you think she could be trained to become one of our pack warriors?” he wants to know.
“If she focuses her strength, she could be even more than that,” I admit and mean it. She has some great abilities hidden within her recklessness. “I don’t know where her path will lead her in the future, but she is definitely going to fill a high rank.”
He nods contentedly, and I can see a hint of pride in his eyes.
We sit in silence for a while, while I ponder over everything. My talk with Dante came to my mind again. “Say, what do you know about Red Claw?”
“Hm,” he frowns. “They keep to themselves mostly. Haven’t seen their Alpha in years. Why? Is there something wrong?”
I shrug. “I don’t know yet.”
