ALPHA'S ENDLESS REGRET: After The Barren Luna's Leave novel Chapter 98

For his credit, he stood still with a neutral expression as Merhold continued to speak. I expected him to at least try to say some words in defence of himself but he remained quiet.

"Your pack members hurt my sister. There’s a hell of lot to pay for that." Merhold’s eyes narrowed on him.

Froste nodded his head slowly, a look of remorse evident on his face as he watched my older brother carefully.

"What happened to that vicious woman in the end?" Halven asked, his gaze fixed solely on Froste.

"Exiled and banished from the kingdom." Froste answered curtly, like it was something of muscle memory to him.

Halven looked disgruntled at that revelation. "That wasn’t enough after what she put my sister through."

"Agreed." Greyven piped in.

Without another word, Halven took out his phone and dialled a number before putting the phone to his ear.

"Lieutenant," he said into the phone. "I want you to find someone for me."

After a pause, he continued. "No. I just want you to find her and bring her to me."

I shared a glance with Olavir who’s gaze was fixed on Halven. Halven pretended not to see Froste as he made the call.

"Yes, I want you to find…" He paused, turning to Halven.

I realized that he didn’t know the woman’s name. No wonder he had stopped right when he’d been talking.

"Caroline," Olavir piped up, "That’s her name."

Halven nodded. "I want you to find me a she-wolf named Caroline. When you find her, gut her wolf like the dog it is and throw her into the border warrior barracks. She was once a whore if I remember correctly? She can have lots of fun there."

If Froste looked shocked by what Halven had said, he did a pretty good job of hiding it. Still, he wasn’t able to look away from my brother.

Halven had a cruel smirk on his face as he ended the call. "That’s how we protect the pack’s princess. You’d do well to learn a couple of things."

Froste swallowed, not quite saying anything or giving some sort of reaction. I expected him to lash out or be upset in some way but all I got was silence.

He finally raised his head. Ever so briefly, his faze flickered to me. It seemed to linger for what felt like eternity before he finally focused back on Greyven.

"I’m only doing this for one reason." He answered.

Greyven raised an eyebrow. "And what’s that?"

"Giselle," he simply answered. "I plan on pursuing her once again."

The silence in the room after Froste made that proclamation was almost deafening. You could hear a pin dropping and it wasn’t even an exaggeration.

He looked pretty confident too, his gaze never once wavering and his face a stoic mask. The first to break the silence was Greyven whose laughter filled the room.

"You’ve got to be kidding me." He scoffed.

"I’m actually being serious. I plan on pursuing Giselle again and if she agrees, asking for the opportunity to be her mate again." Froste explained, that look of seriousness still on his face.

Greyven sized him up before stepping an inch closer. "You’re not planning to pursue her again just because she’s now the princess of the richest pack, are you?"