Mated to the Alpha Knight novel Chapter 11

*Emrys' POV*

"Your father is very unhappy," My best friend, Laker, spoke through the phone that I clutched in my hand as I ran a hand through my black locks, praying that my breathtaking mate was still fast asleep upstairs. "I guess James called him, detailing him about your fight,"

Great, so James called my dad last night… Wonderful.

"Fight?" I scoffed, the pen in my hand turning my knuckles white as I held it with too much force, my notes scribbled in red ink scattered upon the kitchen island. "Hardly... We were talking and that prick thinks he rules me or something, James should know -if anything- I have control over him and this pack of ants."

Being future Alpha Knight sure did have many perks from it’s paycheck that could take care of an eight member family alone and comfortably to being known around the palace in Star City, but I had to admit that one of my favourite parts about my job had to be the power. I was not one to throw my job or position in someone's face, but when it came to James, I loved seeing that bastard squirm. He tried to rule me with an iron fist when he took me in as a child, though he failed to realize that job was filled by my psycho father.

Laker laughed loudly. "Speaking of," He asked as his laughter started to die down. "When are you coming back home, man? I thought once Celeste turned sixteen-"

Home... Pft, I haven't had a home in a long while; the closest thing I had to a home was now asleep in my bed upstairs; Goddess she is more than perfect. Celeste is flawlessly alluring.

"I know, I know... That was the plan but now James doesn't want her to move until she's eighteen, saying that she's too immature now to make a decision like that and fears she'll drop out of school if we move,"

"As if," Laker retorted. "She's like, really smart! I mean have you seen some of her poetry? Ostana showed me some and holy shit, I'm just blown away,"

Smiling as pride of my mate rushed through me, I finally stopped writing in my notes and capped my pen. "She's brilliant, Lake."

"Wait, does she know anything yet about what's happening?"

"Not a clue," I huffed and rested my cheek in my hand, eyes searching the kitchen for something, anything that was relatively interesting. Linda’s kitchen consists of light pinks and greys, fitting her sort of odd personality; she was one of my favourite people though. Always kind and never afraid to be honest. "She still thinks I'm her brother,"

"Kinky," Laker chuckled; picturing his world class famous smirk, I rolled my eyes. “I bet that makes everything hotter,”

"Hardly, she thinks kissing me is some sin! I mean, you don't even understand, I've waited basically my whole life, protecting her, and loving her, and now she's scared to look at me because she still thinks we're related! Linda thinks I should let everything out in open, which I agree with, but James... I'm ready to kill him," An involuntary growl escaped my lips, vibrating through my body, and I clenched my fingers into a fist trying to calm my anger.