l Came Prepared

Third person pov~

"Cousin, I'm finally here, do you miss me within the short period?" Asabel yells and queries as she steps inside the living room. Her voice rang loud from the entire hallway to the living room. Being Lycans their sense of hearing is more vast and active. Oliver followed behind her while dragging her suitcase with him. He had an amusing smile cast on his face as he pictured the kind of look that will be on his friend's face at that moment.

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AL was inside his meeting room with his subordinates including Jack and his men who are tasked on this mission with him.

They were deliberating on their next move on catching The Silver Moon Pack's current Alpha, 'Luther pentagon' when the loud ringing voice of his cousin penetrated his ear. He pricks his ear at the annoying voice frowning deeply. Jack and his men together with the other Lycans sitting around the meeting table had amusing smiles obvious on their lips as they tried hard to avoid making eye contact with their Young Alpha.

AL's frown deepens more as he tightens his hold on the file in the hands he was holding. He puffed out before clearing his throat and continuing the meeting from where they stopped.

Downstairs in the living room, Asabels expression started to change into an irked frown, not seeing AL, coming to welcome her with open arms. Her frown deepens more. "Cousin," she kept yelling his name. Oliver couldn't help but roll his eyes at her sentiment. "You know, you are disturbing the peaceful atmosphere in the whole mansion if you continue to yell like that?" Oliver, chastised, his expression turned serious. She snapped her head around, annoyance obvious on her face as her chest puffs up in anger.

"Did you just imply that I'm a noisemaker?" She asked, pointing her index finger to her chest as her flare skirt swayed around her long legs.  Oliver sighs in his head.

'You are not just annoying like Alric quotes. You are Menace' he reprimanded her on his mind.

He smiled covering his obvious irritation. "I never remember using such words Milady." Oliver countered leaving her speechless.

He waved his hand towards the housekeeper standing at the corner watching the whole time. She walked up to them with a warm smile. "Greetings Young Master Oliver and…" she acknowledges him and glances at Asabel with a questioning gaze while maintaining her warm smile. Oliver noting her questioning look on Asabel, introduced her. "Madam Martha meet Your Alpha AL's, cousin…" 

"Distant," Asabel cut in, taking the words from him with a domineering smile. Oliver only raises his arms in surrender and gives Martha the look that says l will leave her to you. "Okay, l have Madam Martha, show you to your room," Oliver concluded and left.

"Wait…"

Asabel tries to stop him but he is long gone taking the elevator door facing the staircase at the right side of the living room. She hissed and turned to face the housekeeper who was still waiting for her with a warm smile.

She scrunched her nose in obvious irritation and thought. 'I can't stand to share a space with these Lycans with their disgusting smell' she thought, but suddenly smiles 'But my cousin is an exception' she giggles to herself but pauses noting the awkward look coming from the Housekeeper

Madam Martha stares at her constant changing of expression with a weird face. Asaabel clears her throat and changes her composure. "I will show you to your room,"  Madam Martha offered. Asabel smiled awkwardly, flicking the lock of her hair to the side.

"You can take my bag to my room while I go look for my cousin," she expressed. Madam Martha nods her head in understanding and gestures her left hand toward the staircase at the center of the living room. "Our Alpha is in the middle of a meeting. You can locate the meeting room if you follow your right on the second floor." She explains.

Asabel twirls around on her heels to face the stairs in the center, her expression brimming with smiles. "I bet you are useful at last." She asserted sarcastically and climb up the stairs.

"Excuse me?" Martha was made speechless by her awful comment. She shook her head slightly in pity and called out. "Lola," a young woman in her twenties, rushes out from the inside. "You called for me ma'am?" She implored. Madam Martha nod her head. "Take this luggage, to the guest room on the first floor." She directed. The Servant girl nod her head and dragged the bag along with her and left. 

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AL was in the middle of rounding up the meeting when Asabel barged into the meeting room interrupting them while yelling out his name in her annoying voice. "Cousin, you grow meaner as the day goes." She whinnied as she walked close to him. The meeting room went silent due to her sudden outburst. The Lycans raise their eyes at her with complicated expressions. She wrapped her slender arms around AL's neck smiling. "What matters is that l have found you." She concluded and gave the Lycans around the table a smiling look.

AL rubbed his temples in frustration. He glances at the others. "We will wrap it up here." He said, ignoring Asabel standing at his back behind the seat was sitting on. Zack nods his head in understanding. "We will set out for the preparations, then…" he informed. AL nodded. They all stood up on their feet and left the meeting room one after another. 

AL shove her hands out of his neck and stand up from his seat the moment the Lycans left the room. Asabel steps back in shock, her eyes smitten with tears. He steps out of his chair facing her with his cold girls. "Co- Cousin…" she whimpered. "Enough, Asabel, Don't You Have No Shame?!" He queried her anger, obvious in his voice.

"I don't know the reason my father sent you here, but mind that reason, my father doesn't take failure as an excuse." He warns her, pointing his fingers at her. He shoves her out of the way and walks out of the meeting room. Asabel stares at the closed door, the tears she has been trying to hold back fall freely down her cheeks.

She sniffed back her tears and wipe her face. "I promise you this Aligridon of the Frost Crest Pack, I will make you fall in love with my kind or the hard way." She vowed to herself.

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AL walks into his study room to meet his best friend and his future beta laughing his guts out the moment he steps inside the study room. He frowned and walked past him and went to his chair and sat down, searching the drawers below his desk. "Dude, you didn't tell me she was such a pain in the ass? You got that one there… hahaha…" he continues to laugh. AL tossed the book on his desk at him. Oliver caught it between his palm, still laughing.

"This is not funny you know," AL protested. Raise his hands in surrender, still laughing. "To be honest I was expecting to see a cold face Lady dressed up in her witchy attire holding her wand. But Dude, she doesn't look like it, hahaha." He erupted into a laugh again causing AL to sneer at him. "Then, there must be something wrong with your brains, Oliver Smith," he explains. Oliver smiles and shakes his head. "Joke aside, what's the plan with the Pentagon?" He asked, squinting his eyes with interest.

AL paused what he was doing and turned to face him, giving him a smug look. "You sound so excited about this Oliver," he implored, supporting his jaw with his two folded fists. "Come on Alric, who wouldn't be excited to see what's so special about the Pentagon kids, l heard the girl is powerless," Oliver emphasized. "More like useless, she's said to be cursed from birth that's why she's different from other werewolves," AL explained. 

Oliver cock his brows at him. "What? Don't give me that look is not news." AL said clearing the air. "I never said that, I just…" Oliver started. "You, What!" AL probed furrowing his brows. "Never mind," Oliver retorted, masking his downcast expression.

AL eyed him meaningfully for some time and shove it aside. "We will make a trip to the House of Hobo, to pay that cocky man a visit," AL, informed while going through the files on his desk.

"Hmm, cocky, have you had an encounter with him before?" Oliver asked, cocking his neatly carved brows together. 

AL shrugged his shoulders and pointed the bottom of his pen at him. "No, I have not. My Dad thinks he is but from my investigations he is one corny man. He took it from his father." AL explained going back to what he was doing. Oliver sighed, "Do you think he will cooperate?" Oliver asked, borrowing his eyes. 

AL smirked and gazed meaningfully at nothing. "I came prepared." He proclaims. Oliver blinks his eyes as he feels a cold shiver run down his spine. He swallowed hard as he imagined the kind of plot going on in his Best friend's mind.

"I guess I will leave you to your work and prepare for the big day, tomorrow." He said while standing to his feet. AL focuses his eyes back on the files in his hands and shoves him off with the flip of his back palm. "Whatever,"

Oliver chuckled and gave him an F finger before leaving the study.