The Bloodlust Alpha - Chapter 13: Chapter 13

"I believe it's safe to say you all know why I called you here."
Noah's fingers laced together as he brought them to his lips. His arms that propped onto the conference table lay bare when he rolled his sleeves up. Sitting at the edge of his seat, he tried not to let the buzzing feeling that this was a bad idea stray him from his objective. It was, after all, too late to change his mind. His expression set into deep thought as he leaned into his chair.
Sitting around the table were his accomplices:
His beautiful mate, Mailia.
His Ex-Alpha and current Alpha's adoptive mother, Meredith.
The Chancellor, Williams.
The Chancellor's mate and close associate of Meredith's, Elizabeth.
And lastly, the Beta of Alpha Locksworth and Noah's arch nemesis, Pres- Weston.
"Indeed..."
Mailia leans closer to the desk, eyeing the others before grimly looking at her hands.
"I didn't think it would happen so quickly... None of us expected it. To think, they would-"
She cuts herself off and shuts her eyes, putting a hand to her chest before digging her nails into her shirt.
"I can't even speak from how shocked I am. They didn't even give us time to prepare."
Noah frowns and places a comforting hand to her shoulder. He gives her a reassuring squeeze.
"I know. Everything is all sorts of messed up right now. Things aren't the same. But what is the same, is our purpose. It's up to us to ensure chaos doesn't wreck havoc on their lives. It's up to us to make sure evil doesn't weave its way into their fates."
Noah's gaze sweeps around the table until it reaches Weston. He frowns.
"Okay, well maybe not so much you. It's just that Mailia told me not to exclude you."
He ignores Weston's scowl and clears his throat,
"Anyway, as I was saying. We are the ones to ensure that the balance and the fate of our heads and jobs are still intact. We are the sole members of a society like none other. Us-- The Guardians of the Galax- whoops, wrong story. Let me try that again. Us--The guardians of peace, love and prosperity."
Noah smiles triumphantly, slamming his hand against the wood in a hard smack and stands up from his chair for dramatics.
"Us-- the Selene Protection Squad."
Mailia nods, wiping the tears slipping from her eyes. Pride and pure adoration for her mate shinning through her smile.
"...aren't they just going on a date?"
The two cut their gazes at Williams, who looks utterly confused and looks to Meredith for support. She too, holds an expression of confusion but there's more amusement than anything else. With her arms crossed behind her head, she leans against her chair with a sigh.
"Yes, Williams. They are."
He squints, unable to understand or comprehend why the Beta made the situation sound so life threatening.
"So... you called us all the way here to discuss their date?"
Noah nods.
"Yes."
No one says anything for a few minutes. The majority of them finding the situation so stupid that they were actually rendered speechless. Of course, Noah didn't know that. As far as he was concerned, everyone was just as worried about it as he was. It's Elizabeth that decides to break the tension with a small laugh. Pressing her lips together, she scotches her chair closer to the desk and gives her husband a tight smile.
A smile that said "what the hell is going on in this kids mind". She steadily shifts her attention to Noah.
"And... we're supposed to do something about that?"
Everyone turns their heads to look at Noah. He nods feverishly, a look of disbelief washing over his face at the fact that no one else seemed to grasp the gravity of the situation. Throwing his hands in the air, he moves closer to the table and flattens his hands on the wood before leaning forward.
"Don't you guys get it? If their date goes wrong-- their first date, they might decide not to see each other again!"
Meredith gasps, shooting out of her seat with her hands clasped to her mouth. Her face riddles with fear.
"No grandpups?"
She asked mortified.
Noah hangs his head solemnly.
"No grandpups."
"Okay, okay, but the date can't get that bad. The two are obviously meant to be."
Elizabeth pitches in, sounding a lot like she was convincing herself more than anyone else. She too wanted her grandpups. Noah lifts his gaze to her and nods. Taking his hands off the table, he begins walking toward her and makes a stop right when he's directly behind. Meredith, though the shell shock of having no grandpup still lingers in her mind, slumps into her seat.
Placing both hands on Elizabeth's shoulders, he bends down until his head is leveled with the side of hers.
"Yes, they are. Anyone with eyes see that.... however, there's one thing we aren't thinking of."
He looks to Mailia and gives her a nod. Like an unspoken understanding, she returns his gesture before getting up to the powerpoint projector and turning it on. The rest of the group don't even have the time to question whats happening because Mailia claps three times and suddenly, the lights dimmed at her command. The focus being put on the powerpoint slide titled:
Things That Can Go Wrong In Their Date Because Why Wouldn't It?
Researched by: Noah Jones
Written by: Noah Jones
Pictures by: Noah Jones
Sponsored by: Mailia Jones and Paul Anka
Still Hating: Weston Creed
Noah takes the powerpoint remote out of his pocket and clicks to the next slide which had bolded letters at the top reading out: Ex's that Seriously Won't Fucking Stop. Giving Elizabeth a firm squeeze on the shoulder, he shakes his head at the words.
"That right there, ladies and gentlemen, is problem number one. An ex could possibly make an appearance and ruin everything."
Elizabeth whips her head around and looks at Noah in alert. The sudden look of stress outlining her expression.
"No!"
She gasps.
"Not the ex's!"
"Oh, but yes, dear Elizabeth. The ex's. They always find a way to ruin everything. I've watched a lot of Drama's and Telenovelas for research and listed out a few reasons as to what they could do."
As if by cue, Mailia goes around handing out packets of papers. All of them were thick and bound together by sturdy strings.
"Chapter three, section 5a."
Noah says, pulling back and walking around the table. Elizabeth flips through the pages as everyone does and sees a list written out from the section he called out.
"Pregnancy pin-up, long lost love, thought to be dead but actually is alive, ex- boyfriend/girlfriend, one-night stand with delusions about starting a relationship, bat-shit crazy stalker that won't leave them alone after breaking up..."
Elizabeth looks defeated as she grabs onto Williams' bicep.
"Oh no, James! We can't let these bitches get in the way of Selene's happiness!"
His eyebrows shoot up as he stared at his mate. Her sudden outburst shocking him into a daze. Everyone stares at Elizabeth who notices the attention and give them a dry look.
"What?"
"...Anyway, yes! An ex can appear and ruin everything! But you know what can be worse? This!"
He flips to the next slide which showcases an image of the beach.
"He can bring her to the beach."
Williams' eyebrows scrunches up. The ex part, he understood, but the beach?
"The beach? What can be so bad about the beach?"
He vocalizes the question everyone had. Noah laughs, putting his hands at his hips and grins.
Oh foolish, foolish wolves.
"Everything, Chancellor. Everything is bad about the beach."
Noah's face twists in disgust just from merely thinking of it.
"Imagine all of the people that'll be there. It's gonna be squished, hot, sunburn prone, filled with pervs that will look at the Alpha the wrong way and possibly awaken who will destroy them all, germ-y with all those bodies dipping in the water and I can assure you! Someone. Will. Pee. In the water. "
Williams' eyes widen as he runs his hand through his hair.
"The perverts...sunburns..."
He shakes his head, grabbing Elizabeth's hand in his.
"We can't let this happen, Eliza."
She nods eagerly in agreement.
"And that's not even the worst part."
Noah zooms into the image until the screen is only showing the sand.
"-There's also... sand."
He growls.
"Fucking. Sand."
If anyone were to look at him now, gets assume he was talking about his arch nemesis.
A.k.a. Weston.
"Okay, Anakin Skywalker, I think you're blowing this out of proportion."
Westion interrupts, a look of pure annoyance on his face. He could barely hide his distaste for the guy and now he had to stay in the same room? Weston could think of a million other things he'd rather do than to stay here.
"You know what's gonna be out of proportion, Preston? Your face if you don't shut up."
Weston throws Noah a nasty glare but he ignores him. Something he was getting really good at lately.
"Sadly, my second in command on the Selene Protection Squad, Isaac, isn't here. He was supposed to help me plan but..."
Noah has a faraway look in his eyes. His dark hair falling perfectly over his forehead and the shimmer in his pupils diminishing from his thoughts.
"He's in a better place, now."
"Wait, he died-"
"Isaac's still in Alpha Cade's territory."
Mailia explains to Meredith. Noah sighs, looking at the thick packet before turning to face everyone else.
"The plan is to tail them on their date. According to my source, they're planning on going somewhere tomorrow."
Williams tilts his head to the side,
"Who is your source?"
"Selene."
Noah smiles sheepishly and rubs the back of his neck.
"I asked her last week."
Williams lets out a small 'ah'.
"Alrighty then, now that we established that Nate here, is overreacting, let's all just go home-"
"Listen here, Preston. This also affects you."
Weston raises a challenging brow at Noah. He sinks into his chair and exhales through his nose,
"Oh enlighten me, wise one."
Weston drawls sarcastically. Noah doesn't let it get to him as he responds in a beat,
"Gladly, unwise one."
Before Weston can reply with a witty remark, Noah steps in front of the powerpoint, effectively grabbing everyones attention as he folds his hands together.
It all led up to this.
"If something goes wrong, Alpha Locksworth will be... I don't know... bloodlusty? He gets that name for a reason. I'm sure the Chancellor has told you about the times he destroys a few rooms when he's angry or upset. How most of them are so damaged it almost looks like a tornado ripped into it. In fact, I'm sure you've seen in first hand, seeing that you reside in the pack house."
The slight wince Weston had only proved Noah's assumption,
"And who will have to fix the damage in the poor, poor pack house? Who will have to finish mountains of paperwork regarding property damage in case his Alpha decides to wreck havoc outside pack territory? Who will have to tip toe around an Alpha ready to blow a fuse? Who will possibly have to sign off a murder witness testimony? His Beta. And who is his Beta? Oh right,"
He looks at Weston blankly and points,
"This dumbass."
Noah lets out a cocky smirk seeing Weston pale at his words. Surely even Weston could admit that Noah was making sense. He hadn't thought about the effects a date gone wrong could have on him and the pack. His Alpha that was deprived of affection and intimacy, losing the one person he had interest in?
Oh the horrors! Oh the pain! Oh the bills!
Oh fuck that.
The last time his Alpha was in a really bad mood, the pack house had to undergo two months worth of renovation and damage control. And who had to personally deal with all that? He did.
How the Alpha manage to ruin every guest room in the top floor in under thirty minutes was beyond him.
He could only imagine how much worse it would be if something were to of wrong with Alpha Selene. In fact, he truly didn't want to imagine it.
All the zeroes in the check he'd have to write in order to fix the damage was terrifying enough.
"You might actually be on to something, Nate."
Weston mutters, visibly shaken at the wild thoughts running through his mind. Though Noah was thoroughly enjoying the satisfaction of proving Weston wrong, he too, knew he had things he had to worry about as well. If by chance the date were to go wrong, it surely wouldn't just be Alpha Locksworth who would be in a certified shit mood.
An angry Alpha is a scary Alpha.
An angry Hellhound was a scary Hellhound.
An angry Selene was... well you get the picture.
"I don't even want to think how Alpha Selene will act too."
Noah shudders at the scenarios playing in his head. Being her Beta for a bit over two years, it was only right to assume that he knew better than anyone how bad her moods could get.
The only thing worse than a date gone wrong would be a break up.
"Okay, fine. You got me there, Nate. What do you suggest we do-"
Weston stops himself halfway before pouting,
"Also, how come it's just the 'Selene Protection Squad'? Why can't it be the 'Selene and Raizel Protection Squad'? That hardly seems fair. My Alpha deserves some love too."
Noah folds his arms across his chest in defiance and frowns,
"Well, my Alpha has a tragic backstory and deserves more lovin', that's why."
Weston found his reasoning stupid. So stupid, that he just had to one up him.
"So does mine!"
He argues.
"But Selene's is sadder!"
Noah fights back, a whine in his tone that everyone chooses to ignore. The two glare down at each other in a stand off. Neither one giving in. It was obvious that the two were fighting just for the kicks of it but no one really had the interest on stopping them. Let the two tire themselves out, it shouldn't matter if they did.
It would probably be better if they did. At least then, they wouldn't be itching to start a fight with one another every waking second. Hopefully it doesn't get so bad where someone else has to step in to separate them. The two were trouble. Always getting into fights with one another, which so far, has only been verbally.
Looking for any reason, no matter if it was small, to engage in an argument.
It'd be a lie if the group said it wasn't entertaining as much as it was annoying.
"And you're the judge of the tragicness?"
Weston asks stubbornly.
"No, the readers decide-"
"Boys, look!"
The two Beta's snap their heads to Meredith's direction. The slight squeal in her tone was enough to tear them from their heated conversation. She was looking out the window, a bright smile on her face as she stared down. Letting their curiosity eat at their mind, Noah and Weston decide to abandon the fight and mindlessly walk in the direction of the window. Everyone followed suit, unable to help themselves only to find the one thing they didnt expect.
Selene and Raizel were seen inside of his car. Raizel had been the first one to step out in order to open the door for her. From what they could see, Raizel was dressed somewhat casually. Only in a dark shirt and jeans in contrast to the usual dress shirts and suits he typically wore.
Stepping out of the car, Selene came out with a bright smile on her face and a bouquet of flowers in her arms. A pink hue gracing her cheeks as Raizel leaned down to kiss her forehead. The two looked perfectly in sync, the happiness radiating off of them like a damned heater. No one could mistake the glow surrounding them for anything but utter bliss.
If the group didn't know any better, it would look like Raizel and Selene had just been on a date.
"Nate."
"....Yeah?"
"When did Selene say they would have a date? The actual date. Specifically, the number."
Noah looks to Weston who's staring intently at the two walking into the pack house. He didn't understand why he asked for a specific date when he told them it was happening tomorrow.
"The fifteenth. Why?"
A chorus of groans and sighs fill the room the moment his answer sinks in. Williams lets out a loud breath before tugging Elizabeth toward the door. She followed him without protest.
"We'll be taking our leave."
"Wha-"
"I too, will be taking my leave."
Meredith sighs, trailing behind them. She flicks a lock of her hair behind her ear.
"I don't want to be in this tension."
Mailia blurts, following the three out.
The door clicked softly behind them as Noah looked at Weston confusedly. The silence only managing to confuse his little brain even more.
"What was that about?"
He asked thoughtlessly. Weston gave him a are-you-serious-right-now look and shook his head before pushing himself off the window. With one last unimpressed glance toward Noah, he shakes his head.
"Next time you decide to make a powerpoint presentation and packets, check the dates."
And without another word, Weston disappears out the door like the lot of them.
Noah, who is now standing alone, pulls out his phone to look at the calendar and lets out a dry laugh followed be a string of colorful words.
"Ahahahaha..... fuck."