RHETT: THE SON OF THE ALPHA

8. Bow down

CHAPTER EIGHT

RHETT’S POV

I’ve thought of the possible humiliating plans Freya could come up with just to see me ticked off with a severely bruised ego but not once did it occur to me that my own father would be the one to tip the scale. Me? Kiss-up to some spoilt mafia brat? That part of me that had nearly softened a few minutes ago, was gone, replaced by an unpretty cocktail of anger and hurt pride. If I had to go down on my knees at the brink of war, I would, if someone else was involved. But Freya? Hell no. She made dancing with devil sound more appealing.

“Bow down to some mortal. What does he think we are?” Ink questioned, much angrier than me. The bouts of rage building from deep with, were more of hurt pride. How could my father even are to bring up something that outrageous?

“f*****g right,” I agreed.

I stomped outside, my eyes falling on the vacant spot where I’d left her. Where the f**k did, she go? It was certainly not inside the house. A quick look around proved futile and so I turned to the wolves manning the entrance.

“Where is my wife?” I demanded.

Did she really think it was such a wise idea to roam around in a territory of werewolves? Just because we were married now, didn’t automatically guarantee her safety. Deep down, despite all the fake smiles tonight and promises that were bound to be broken soon, we all knew we were too different: two opposing sides. In a world of competition, only one could win and at this point, none of the sides wanted to be the failing sides. Its what fueled the hatred between the wolves and the mafia.

“We don’t know, Prince,” One of the two men said, the slight tremor in his voice, a confirmation he’d realized he messed up.

“So you are telling me, my wife is nowhere to be seen and you have no bloody idea where the f**k she went?” My voice rose with each word, the anger in me only doubling. Why the hell couldn’t one ting go great tonight?

“We’ll look for her with immediate effect,” one stumbled over his words.

“Forget it. I’ll find her myself, “ I stomped off, not knowing where exactly I was headed. Why was everybody getting so good at pissing me off tonight?

“They need to know their place. You need to remind them who the hell we are. We are royalty. The last of the Eurasian gray wolves,” Ink said.

The last of the Eurasian gray wolves; the apex predator. Meaning, I was the strongest, most dangerous wolf among the wolves at the moment. The Eurasian wolf gene was quite a rare one; something my mother was quite too happy to remind me all the damn time. Even those who happen to carry it, it didn’t guarantee its expression.

The last thought about my mother sent a bitter chill down my spine. Where was she even? Too busy getting laid by someone old enough to be her son in Hawaii? Or is it Jeju island? Perhaps somewhere off coast for a change? Either way, I didn’t acre enough to even ask. Its not like she was there when we were younger. The divorce ten years did give the perfect excuse to disappear from our lives for good.

“So what should we do? Its either we bow down to some…brat or this entire thing blows to our faces,” Ink was not just my wolf. He was my confidant and my go-to advisor.

“What exactly do we know about this…supposed war?” He questioned.

The memory of my father’s words rushed through my brain. The urgency. The look of fear in his eyes hidden beneath a layer of seriousness, haunted my thoughts. But Ink was right? What exactly did I know?

“Maybe its his ploy to use me to get the mafia under his control. All at the expense of my crushed pride,”

“Might be. Afterall your bloodline is only full of madmen that would do anything for power,” Ink’s voice turned into a tease, “I mean, look at you, Prince of the wolves, the esteemed first-born son of the Alpha King of Roxen city, marrying someone we don’t even like and for what? To ruffle some mayor’s feathers just so we could have him under our thumb?”

“First of all, I got forced into this, okay? Back to the matter at hand, what exactly do I do? Crawl to that brat and act all sweet and nice?”

“Well, we got no choice; now, do we?” The agitation slipped back into my system.

“Now where the f**k is she? Probably off getting laid by some guy,” I snapped out loud, choosing to get into my car and drive off to the nearest club there is; The Crow.