ALPHA'S ENDLESS REGRET: After The Barren Luna's Leave novel Chapter 97

"How is that possible?" I moved away from Meredin, all my focus now on the royal prince.

"Beats me." He shrugged. "What I do know is that there's something fishy going on, and I'm going to find out everything."

I hummed, thinking about the implication of what he'd said. A part of me was also curious. How had I been separated from my family, to the point of losing every single memory of them?

"It would be good if I was able to get my memories back." I said wistfully.

They were all watching me curiously now. I didn't want to meet their gazes, too disturbed to think of what it meant or how it'd make me feel.

When I finally dared to look up at Olavir, he had an unreadable look in his eyes. I didn't need to read his mind to know he was still thinking about the fact that I couldn't remember any of what had happened in the past.

Then his look softened into a smile. "Do you want to invite any of your friends over?"

I thought about it for a moment before nodding my head. His smile grew and he nodded his head as well.

"Alright then. It's going to be pretty interesting." He laughed.

Froste looked away, turning his focus to Eminence. He looked like he was about to leave. No doubt, he must have thought I wouldn't want him around and wanted to leave quietly by himself.

I shouldn't want him around me. If anything, I should have made an appeal to have him out of my sights permanently.

Still…

"That's rude, you know." I called out to me.

He turned to me, a look of confusion in his eyes. "What?"

"If you were going to refuse my invitation, you could have just told me." I put my hands on my hips.

He looked confused for a bit until the realization dawned on him. I didn't wait for him to reply before turning away.

Without missing a beat, Froste followed me.

The ride back home had never felt so long as it did now. I wanted nothing more than to just jump out the window, but Olavir would never let me do that.

Askhan was pointedly glaring at Froste all the way but the latter was simply ignoring him, his gaze focused outside the window.

"Trust me, I highly doubt it." Olavir looked exasperated as he shook his head.

After a long ride, we seemed to finally arrive home. All my brothers were in the living room when we walked in. They all looked pretty happy, until their gaze went behind me and their mood soured.

Froste slowly stepped in, wary of the change in aura of the whole room. My brothers were glaring at him like he was the spawn of the devil himself. I felt a bit of pity for him, being the center of disdain.

"Why is he here?" Halven got up first, making his way to Froste.

"That doesn't matter." Greyven made his way towards us, his eyes gleaming with something spine-chilling. "I'll take care of him."

"Guys!" I sighed in exasperation.

They both looked ready to beat him up on the spot. My other brothers went far off with the way they seemed to be glaring pointedly at him.

Merhold finally got up and stopped just a little bit away from Froste. He eyed him up and down, sizing him up with an unreadable expression in his eyes.

"You didn't trust my sister when she needed you the most. You also failed to manage the members of your pack well, endangering my sister and making her suffer through a humiliating experience." Merhold's words were pointed as he glared at Froste.