Her Viking Wolves(83)
“No, Pop, that’s not how this works,” the Detroit fenrir says, voice strangled with anger. “With respect, you are the former king. It is my time now. She’s my daughter. I decide. And she already agreed to marry the Dakota Prince before these jokers showed up.”
Beside FJ, Olafr growls out loud, sending silent words into FJ’s mind. “Brother, I cannot this man’s words abide.”
“Yes, it is the same for me,” FJ answers silently. “The only person who gives me more anger is the female who did make such agreement.”
“But she stands with us now.”
“Behind us, Brother. And after not only breaking her full moon vows, but also agreeing to marry another less than a moontide later,” FJ reminds Olafr. “We cannot know her true mind.”
FJ can scent their female’s fear, sharper than before and sticky in the tense air. But whether it be for him or the man she calls father, he does not know. And never will he assume to know her true heart again after her betrayal.
What would have happened if Aunt Alisha had not told Tikaani about the Norway call before she departed for her own kingdom land? If the Alaska beta’s plan had worked and they had been forced to sleep in the cages below? What if—?
FJ stops himself and deliberately buries his emotions under a layer of ice. He must not follow these thoughts. He must remain calm in the way of his father. There are things he must do if all are to make it out of these dealings alive.
Cloaking his fury in a courteous tone, he asks the she-wolf behind them, “Does your coat give you enough heat, Female?”
A beat of confusion, then comes her small, “Uh… yeah?”
“Then go with my brother from this house while I speak with your Detroit fenrir and your grandfather.”
More of her mind probing, like a knock on his longhouse door. But when FJ once again refuses to let her in, she is forced to speak her question out loud, “You want me to leave?”#p#分页标题#e#
“Yes,” he answers back. “I have much to speak of with your kin. You will wait outside.”
Another long pause, then her voice breaks through his mind barriers and speaks into his head. “FJ, I don’t understand. What’s going on? Please, I’m sorry for leaving the way I did, but I was only trying to—”
He cuts her off, saying aloud to his brother. “Brother, take her outside and wait for me there.”
Inside their brother bond he says, “You must take her away, Brother. Now. My wolf cannot bear to look at her or to have her voice inside my head after the way in which she did leave. You are the only one I trust.”
Olafr grabs their female by the arm and escorts her out of the house without another word.
“FJ, no! No!” she yells inside his head. “Please, you’ve got to listen to me. My dad, he—”
FJ squeezes his mind shut, effectively closing her out.
No, the time for mind talk is over. She is their she-wolf. He is her fenrir. This he will make all understand.
Starting with her father.
When he can no longer smell the she-wolf, he turns his eyes back to the Detroit fenrir.
“If you do not wish to dishonor your promise to the Dakota prince, I understand this. I shall do the honorable thing and kill this prince who would claim what is ours.”
At this declaration, their female’s brother becomes most distressed. “No, that’s not going to happen. I—” he begins to say.
But the Detroit fenrir cuts him off.
“Let me handle this, Clyde,” he says, before casting his eyes upon the honored past fenrir who gave them place to sleep the night before, and with whom they have been negotiating for their female’s hand. “With respect, Pop, there are things at stake you don’t understand.”
An insult to be sure. One FJ would never speak to his own father. But the old father simply says, “Don’t tell me what I don’t understand, Son,” he says, giving his son a great up and down look. “I think I’m more than getting all the reasons behind your plan.”
“Then why you going behind my back and making side deals with these out of nowhere fuckers?” the Detroit fenrir asks, his voice filled with ire.
“Because these out of nowhere fuckers are your only daughter’s fated mates,” the old man replies. “I mean, at least one of them is. I don’t know about all this foolishness they talking about both of them and I don’t want to know.” He gives FJ a hard look before continuing on. “But a fated mate is a fated mate. Either you do this deal or FJ here is gonna fight it out with Clyde’s friend.”