ALPHA'S ENDLESS REGRET: After The Barren Luna's Leave novel Chapter 95

"Like hell I'd believe you." Askhan scoffed, his eyes filled with anger. "Give me one reason why I should believe you weren't trying to bully her now."

"I would never do anything to hurt her." Froste folded his arms.

Askhan scoffed. "Tell me something you haven't already done."

Froste's eyes narrowed into slits. "I didn't hurt her."

"And I'm just supposed to believe you?" Askhan shook his head, the anger evident in his voice. "Maybe when I'm done with you, you'll think better than to try bully Giselle ever again."

Askhan's whole aura had completely shifted. He looked ready to beat the living day lights out of Froste. In all honesty, I knew Froste wouldn't just stand there without putting up some sort of fight.

Still, it didn't mean I was keen on watching both of them duke it out. Just as Askhan stepped forward, I held his arm, making him pause in confusion.

"He wasn't bullying me Askhan." I tried to explain.

Askhan looked surprised. "Are you sure?"

I nodded. "He just called his wolf out to play with me."

Askhan's gaze travelled to Froste's wolf which was still lingering by the man's side. A wolf was one's closest companion. It wasn't allowed to be away from one's self for long. And it sure as hell couldn't be too far away from you.

The fact that he'd let his wolf accompany me meant he was being very trusting at that moment. Askhan's guards were standing by the door, waiting for whatever order he'd give out to them.

"You can leave," he said to them, "I'll be fine staying here with Giselle."

They all bowed and took that as their sign to leave. The only still there was the attendant. He was still shaking even if just a little.

"You can leave as well." Askhan waved him off.

The man bowed gratefully before scurrying away. Askhan turned back to look at Froste. The two were still staring at each other, a silent conversation hanging between them. For the hundredth time, I wished I could read minds somehow.

Askhan's gaze lingered on me briefly, a small smile tugging at his lips. I cocked my head, wondering what was making him smile.

"Ragnar." His gruff voice called out.

A blur of colour fleeted past the corner of my eyes. I turned just in time to see the wolf saunter next to Askhan.

The two men turned to each other just as they'd said the words at the same time. Tension seemed to wrap its tendrils around the whole room. They didn't look like they'd back down from this.

It wasn't like I wanted to be caught up in an awkward situation. My gaze went to Eminence, and then Ragnar. A bright idea hit my head.

I turned to the men. "How about a race? Both wolves against each other."

They turned in unison, their eyes a mix of surprise and curiosity.

"Race for what?"

"A race?" Froste asked again, the gears working behind his head.

I nodded, my gaze travelling to Ragnar and Eminence. They were still glaring at each other, not bothering to hide their animosity towards one another.

We moved out of the library to the courtyard. The wide space was the perfect arena for a race between the wolves.

"Sounds like a plan." Askhan's lips tugged into a confident smirk.