Chapter 33: The Alpha King’s Heart: His Rejected Mate: Chapter 33

I was sulking the next days because Wyatt has been staying at the palace for some time.

I was sitting in the common area, my back against the pool table as I read a book but let’s face it, I couldn’t even concentrate. I needed to do something, anything else.

‘Hey,’ I jumped from the floor when I spotted Azriel passing by.

‘What?’ he gruffed.

‘Where to?’ I asked, ignoring his rude tone.

‘Excuse me?’ he raised an eyebrow at my overly excited voice.

‘I thought we were friends so…’ I trailed and he smirked at me, crossing his arms against his chest,

‘We are not friends, and you need to get yourself some,’

‘I thought we were!’

‘Just because I told you some details about my life doesn’t make you my friend,’ he said coldly and I was taken back. I was quick to assume.

‘Okay, then,’ I said quietly, facing the floor.

‘I’m going to the border wall, there was a severe attack the last two days and I’m going to check on the situation, to see if it can get us some leads,’ he explained, going to his jeep. I looked at him with puppy dog eyes, hoping he’ll ask me to join him.

‘Your mate doesn’t want you near the border, he’ll kill me when he finds out I took you outside the pack,’ he said.

‘Pretty, please,’

‘Adira, no,’

‘Wyatt will be at the palace for days and will be too busy to even notice,’ I said and his eyes flashed as if thinking.

‘Oh, the Alpha’s seminar, yeh,’ he muttered.

‘Fine, get in but stay close to me and you are not allowed to wander no matter what. The time is crucial and if our largest border was attacked, it can only mean the dark wolves are getting closer,’ he said and I rushed to go to the passenger seat. I buckled my seatbelt. I was happy to go somewhere.

I was getting bored as we have been on the tarmac for an hour now. I connected my phone to his radio and played music. Azriel turned it off.

‘Why?’

‘It’s boring,’ he sneered.

‘Westlife is amazing, are you kidding me?’

He narrowed his gaze on me for a fleeting second before he concentrate on the road again.

‘What do you like then?’ I asked.

‘I like Jazz,’ he pressed a button, and a song came up, he bobbed his head, vibing to the music but I wasn’t. I wish I came with my AirPods. I listened to the music with him, and soon, I was smiling. It was nearly noon when we reached the border. I jumped out of the car with Azriel’s help and walked out carefully. My eyes roamed around the border camps and my heart thumped in my chest. There were men injured and other dead soldiers but I was more concerned about the injured because there was only a few medical personnel helping them.

‘Are you alright?’ I heard Azriel’s concerned voice. He was standing close to me and if I moved an inch, our noses would touch.

‘Why is it like this? And why aren’t they receiving any help from the palace?’ I asked.

‘That’s why we are here, enough money is sent to them for all they need,’

‘Sir!’ An older general walked to us, smiling. He was a man in his eighties but still looked fit. He shook Azriel’s hand and his eyes roamed over me and lingered on my chest. I regretted wearing a tank top that showed some cleavage. I instinctively moved closer to Azriel and he placed a hand on my back, growling at the general who gulped and smiled,

‘Hello, nice young lady,’ he said, he extended his hand to me and shook it quickly.

‘What happened here?’ Azriel asked in an authoritarian tone. The general opened his eyes wider and asked us to follow him.

We went to a large tent but one guard blocked my path.

‘You can’t go in there,’ he said like a robot, not even looking at me.

‘Why?’

‘Only high-ranking members are allowed in,’ he said and I nodded, trying to peak inside but he wouldn’t let me. I could hear voices coming from there and Azriel came back.

‘Come in,’ he said, taking his hand. He retracted his immediately as though I burnt him and I furrowed my eyebrows. I entered the tent and indeed, men were sitting around a black oak table, studying different maps. They all looked at me when I walked closer and I saw the confusion on their face.

‘Apologies gents, I picked up a friend of mine on my way here,’ Azriel said.

‘No women are allowed in camps,’ a brooding general sneered. I stared at each one of them, they all looked indifferent.

‘Why aren’t women allowed to be in camps?’ I asked in a relatively stable tone.