Alpha Blake

Chapter 43 Vivid Deja Vü-2

He brings his hands forward and leans them on Blake's shoulders. Placing a hand to his neck and

looking in his eyes, smiling at him in sincerity; something in him asserts him, knowing things will be just

fine.

"Very well. Harou should be coming back soon from his daily routine. Alarick, please have a seat

with us." He gestures Blake to the table as the men remain on their feet and make way to allow him to

sit.

He slowly averts his sight from one man to the other. All smiling at him and tilting their head in

reverence to his presence.

"Alarick, it's good to see you again sir. This place has felt isolated and sad without you and

Keiran."

"Keiran? I'm sorry I don't quite feel like I follow. Someone explain to me why you are calling me

Alarick? And who the hell is Keiran?" Blake hated feeling confused. Everything they were saying was

just confusing him more and more each time. Nothing made sense to him.

The door suddenly bursts open. A lycan walks in unannounced. Blake's sudden reaction was to

stand and go in attack mode. His canines exposed along with his nails on his hands elongating and

eyes dark. Threatening to shift onto Xander.

"Calm down Xander! It's just me. Nico. Let me shift back to Harou and we can sit down and talk.

Ok?"

Nico, the name of Harou's Lycan form walks slowly inside, giving Xander the opportunity to retract

and allow Blake to return. His hands slowly in front of him as he waves them slowly to allow Xander to

relax.

"Why are you here? Why is there a Lycan in this place? This better not be a fucking trap because I

will make every single one of you pay for this treachery." Blake's eyes return to their honey brown,

retracting his canines and nails return to normality.

Nico shifts back, and in his place, a young man with deep blue eyes and golden hair no taller than

Blake stands in front. Slowly one of the men comes around and drapes him in a robe similar to theirs.

Harou walks closer to Blake smiling. Without hesitation, he pulls Blake by the back of his neck,

embracing him tightly and laughing.

"It's so fucking good to see you, Al! I missed the hell out of you man!" He pulls away, one hand still

holding Blake's neck and the other on his bicep. Blake stares at him with a blank and confused gaze.

None of it made sense to him.

"Why do you keep calling me Alarick!? Like I said-" Blake pulls away and turns facing the others,

and slowly turns back towards Harou.

"My name is Blake! Alpha of the Primords pack. And I am wasting my time here. I have a war that

needs to come to an end. And I must leave now! Before things get worse." He begins to walk away, but

Harou pulls him back, pulling his arm tight. The two are eye to eye and Blake lets out a growl.

"Alarick please! Just listen. I knew the transition this time was going to be disastrous. But you gotta

hear me out! please brother? Ten minutes!"

He turns, placing a hand over his waist and the other running his fingers through his hair in

frustration. He turns back to Blake and stares at him, a sad expression on his face.

"Al-. . I mean . . . . Blake! Please? Just give me ten minutes. That's all I ask. Ten minutes so I can

explain to you all that's happening and all that has been going on."

Blake clenches his jaw, his hands crossed over his chest. He tilts his head up and sighs. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.