Begrudgingly Yours Ch. 10

VICTOR

Liam only had to knock once, but his knock was firm, deliberate and commanding. Beside me, I felt Ash's breath hitch and the faintest tremor ripple through his slender frame. I resisted the urge to reach for his hand again, keeping my stance neutral but close. Gerard didn't know about us yet and I didn't want to tip our hand this soon.

The door opened smoothly, not by magic but by the deliberate hand of a tall, sharp-featured man in a charcoal-gray suit. His ash-blond hair was tied at the nape of his neck, his pallor was unmistakably vampiric. His steel-colored eyes swept over each of us with clinical precision before his gaze settled on Liam.

"Pride Chief Kerrisk, I presume," he said, his voice as smooth as cut glass. "His majesty, King Gerard Dargan, welcomes you, and your party. Please, enter and state your lineage." He stepped aside fluidly, gesturing us in with a sweep of his hand.

The air inside the conference room shifted. It became cooler and heavier. The low lighting cast a soft glow against walls paneled in deep walnut. A wall of long windows stretched the length of the room with heavy blinds blocking out the night sky. At the center of the room sat a long obsidian conference table, its reflective surface shone under the overhead lights. At the head of the table sat Gerard Dargan himself. I could feel Ash tense beside me and for good reason. The Vampire King was every bit the legend whispered about in both shifter and Vampire circles alike.

He was tall, regal, his raven-black hair brushing the collar of a midnight blue velvet coat. His angular face, symmetrical and flawless, could have been chiseled from alabaster stone, and his eyes, I realized with some fascination, were nearly identical to Ash's. Not in color. Ash's eyes were an emerald green while his father had glacial gray eyes. The shape was similar though. Both had almond eyes, elongated and upturned at the corners creating an almost cat-like appearance. It was obvious to me now where both Ash and Jai had gotten their angelic looks.

To say Gerard Dargan was beautiful was an understatement. He was absolutely stunning. The man could have been mistaken for a Greek God. He was over four hundred years old yet he didn't look a day over thirty. His face was an ageless mask of timeless perfection. Only his eyes hinted at his true age, watching each of us with mild curiosity as we crossed the threshold to stand before him. Liam stepped forward and it was only then that I saw Gerard's eyes move past him and settle on the two angels that stood beside him, his sons.

Gerard's gaze sharpened and for the briefest, unguarded second, I saw the mask of the King slip. His lips parted slightly, as if he might speak and his gaze swept over his children with something that looked almost like... longing. His fingers curled slightly atop the table, knuckles white, but he did not rise. He couldn't.

Beside me, I caught Ash's faint swallow. His jaw tensed as Gerard's gaze lingered--long, wordless, unblinking. There was grief there, and restraint. Then, the mask returned just as quickly, his face smoothing into the calm stillness of an ancient ruler.

"Lord Dargan," Liam addressed the Vampire King, unhurried and composed, his broad shoulders set, his chin held high. He halted, exactly twelve feet from the table and bowed at the waist, observing every protocol with absolute precision, not missing a single step. "I am Liam Kerrisk, Rionach chief of the Belle Village Pride, son of Tomas and Ada Kerrisk. On behalf of my Pride and my people, I greet His Majesty, Lord Gerard Dargan of the house Dargan, King of the Highblood Coven."

His voice did not waver, steady and respectful just as he'd rehearsed. Straightening, he turned slightly, gesturing to the rest of us. "I now ask your permission to present the members of my coalition."

Gerard said nothing, only nodded, his eyes now focused on the man before him.

"My mate." Liam stated as Jai stepped forward and bowed, just as Liam had done. "Rion Jai Kerrisk of the Belle Village Pride, son of King Gerard Dargan."

Gerard gave Jai a respectful nod though his face remained impassive.

"Jonah Kerrisk." Liam continued, introducing each of us according to rank. "My brother and second in command. Victor Kerrisk, also my brother named Vaire, Guardian of the Pride and Commander of my Brannach." Brannach, was a term usually reserved for formal meetings like this as it was pretty outdated. Commander also wasn't a term used often. We were a more laid back Pride, everyone knew their place and we didn't need to throw around fancy titles but the Vampires were a species rooted in ceremonies and formality. Anything less, to them, would be offensive. It was the same with the bowing. It was a sign of respect and necessary if we wanted negotiations to go smoothly so, I gave a small incline of my head, never dropping my gaze below the Vampire King's line of sight.

It was just enough to remain respectful, following the protocols they had laid down prior to the meeting, while also showing our host that I didn't entirely trust him just yet. From what I knew of Vampires, total submission would have appeared weak to them and they would have questioned my status as a guardian and warrior of my Pride. Vampires respected strength and power as well as blood-line and rank and someone of my rank would never break eye-contact with someone of greater or equal power.

Gerard nodded, acknowledging me then Liam went on with the introductions. "Carter Madden, my chief negotiator and advisor. Sloan Rearden, our law keeper and historian." Sloan, poised and ever the gentleman, bowed as well, as did Carter. Both equally acknowledged by the King.

"And lastly, Ashlynn Dargan, Prince of the Highblood coven, son of King Gerard Dargan and currently Saoirse of the Belle Village Pride and under my protection." The Vampire who had received us at the door and who was now standing beside the King, asked Liam for explanation of the term Saoirse, since apparently none of them had ever heard the word before.

"It's Gaelic." Liam explained. "It means freedom and is a title given to someone who seeks liberation from the threat of violence, persecution, or injustice. The title can only be given by the Pride Chief and the Pride Chief then becomes responsible for the conduct of the Saoirse while inhabiting his territory."

The Vampire leaned over and whispered something to Gerard who then nodded an approval. The Vampire addressed Liam once more. "His Majesty acknowledges and accepts your introductions as proper and in accordance with our traditions." Then, in similar fashion, he introduced each member of the King's council. His voice was rich, crisp and perfectly enunciated. It was more ritualized protocols, set forth centuries ago when honor and ancient blood-lines were as valuable as currency was today. The entire thing was long and drawn out but since we were basically on Gerard's turf, we had no choice but to stand there and listen, patiently, acknowledging each of them with nods and bows as if we were gathered in a medieval court instead of a very modern and swanky hotel.

The Vampire who appeared to be Gerard's spokesman, we were soon to find out, was Lord Evander Rathmoor, a noble of the Eastern Isles and Royal advisor to the King. Sitting to Gerard's right was a female Vampire called Dame Seraphine Vael. She was the Captain of the royal Guard and blood-born warrior of the Northern Clans. I remembered the term Blood-born from when Ash had explained it to me earlier. Blood-born Vampires had never been human so were much stronger than a Human-born Vampire. Most Vampires today were blood-born. Mainly because it was forbidden to turn a human without permission from the King and high council.

Warrior wasn't what I would have thought of when looking at Seraphine. She was strikingly beautiful, slender and ethereal with white-gold hair that cascaded down her back like silk. Her gaze was sharp and calculating. Her heavily lidded eyes were the color of garnets, honey brown with flecks of red.

On Gerard's left, Sir Alaric Dorne sat. Royal Guard and noble born warrior. Dorne was a broad-shouldered man clad in somber gray, his short blond hair and scarred jaw gave him the air of a seasoned warlord; his ice-blue stare weighed and measured each of us in turn. I got the feeling he'd make a worthy opponent if we ever had the chance to spar. I'm sure he could give me a run for my money.

Finally, furthest left was Master Marcellus Virelli. The title of Master was honorary, given to the eldest son of a Lord though Marcellus held no titles or lands of his own. He was the junior advisor to the King. Wiry and impeccably dressed, his waxen complexion and stark white hair contrasted his dark eyes and sleek black suit. His smile was thin and polite but there was something snake-like in the way he leaned back in his chair, silently watching. His eyes narrowed when he noticed me glance his way, causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end. I didn't like this one and I certainly didn't trust him. Every instinct I had was telling me there was something off about him and to keep an eye on him.

None of the Vampires rose from their seats when they were introduced. They didn't need to. The weight of their presence filled the space around us like the suffocating heat of an inferno. After the introductions, we were ushered forward, stepping together, closer to the obsidian table as an unnamed servant, a pale and visibly nervous Vampire, scurried to pull out our chairs for us. As we sat, he placed glasses and pitchers of water on the table in front of us, his hands trembling as he worked. He kept his head down, silently moving around the table with care. He offered us fresh and steaming coffee which Liam, Sloan, and Jai accepted graciously.

After he'd served us, he quickly made his way to the other side of the table where he set out water for the Vampires as he had for us but instead of coffee he placed wine glasses before each of them, the contents I didn't have to guess at. Dark, thick, liquid with a very potent metallic scent. The same thing was offered to Ash though he declined it with a wave of his hand. I was grateful at first. The thought of him drinking that made my stomach turn. But the uncomfortable look on his face hit me with a very sobering reality. Ash was a Vampire. A young Vampire at that. He needed blood to survive. Just being in the presence of it had triggered the urge to feed.

With his heightened senses, the smell must have been overwhelming to him and nearly impossible to ignore. And, honestly, I had no idea how long it had been since he had fed last, but I could feel his desire, his hunger, griping him tight and rolling through the mate bond, hitting me square in the chest. Painful and almost violating. He was hurting but he did nothing to ease his own discomfort. With a pang of guilt I realized that he'd denied himself his most basic of needs as a courtesy to me and the other shifters in the room. He didn't want us to witness that part of him. He was ashamed of it. Ashamed of what he was or, of what I might see him as.

By the time I'd made this revelation it was too late to do anything about it. The frightened little Vampire had scurried to the back of the room, presumably to await further instructions. Once we had all been seated Lord Evander, still standing at Gerard's side, flicked his eyes briefly to Ash and Jai, regarding them both with contempt.

"Before we proceed," he said, his voice flat and unreadable, "it must be stated that all parties shall abide by council protocols. I have been designated to act on behalf of the high council as their representative during these negotiations and as such have the authority to enforce said protocols as is mandated by the high council. As such, Rion Jai Kerrisk and Prince Ashlynn Dargan are prohibited from speaking to the King or any member of the King's council unless addressed directly and given permission by King Dargan himself. Any breach of this will be viewed as a violation of the customs and will be grounds to nullify the terms of this meeting. Is this understood?"

Liam gave a single, informed nod. "It is understood."

I didn't know how Liam could remain so calm when being spoken down to like a child. His restraint was a testament to how strong my brother was. Personally, I was finding it increasingly difficult to breath as I suddenly began to feel like a noose was being placed around my throat. I looked to Ash and I could feel the tension growing inside him. The way his body tried to shrink even though he refused to cower. I realized then that the suffocating sensation was coming from him, not me.

I reached out with our newly formed bond, surprised by how strong it had grown in such a short time, and let it curl around Ash, warm, steady and grounding. His eyes flicked once to Gerard and in that moment, I felt something raw and unguarded. Ash's heart fluttered and I knew what it was he was feeling. Fear, yes, but underneath that, something sharper.

Yearning.

After everything that had happened, somewhere deep down, there was a part of my mate that still wanted his father to look at him the way a father should. With pride and love. I squared my shoulders and slid a fraction closer to him. I couldn't speak to him but I could at least let him know that I was there and that he was loved. It may not have been a father's love but I wanted him to know that he was loved and he was precious to me.

There was an awkward silence, followed by the rustling of paper as Evander pulled out a stack of documents and placed them on the table in front of Gerard. Gerard disregarded the documents, his eyes never leaving his sons. Jai, dignified as ever, kept his head down, not making eye contact but Ash locked eyes with Gerard, neither turning away, as if both were engaged in a staring match that neither wanted to lose.

Evander returned to Gerard's side, his shadow stretching across the glossy black table as he moved.

"Why don't we get to the reason we're all here." He said, a hint of irritation in his voice as though he found the proceedings a trivial matter not worthy of his time and attention. "This gathering stands under neutral sanction to discuss the matter of Prince Ashlynn Dargan and the request for sanctuary as granted by Pride Chief Liam Kerrisk."

His eyes cut sharply to Liam. "Chief Kerrisk, I want it understood that should His Majesty grant the request for sanctuary, it does not absolve Prince Dargan of the accusations brought against him. Granting sanctuary provides only temporary protection and a limited reprieve--not pardon or exoneration."

Liam's hands folded calmly atop the table. His shoulders were relaxed but his voice left no room for misunderstanding. "Yes, I am aware of that but, I am also told that by invoking sanctuary, Prince Ashlynn will be afforded seven days to prepare his defense in accordance with the treaty of Der Nacht."

Marcellus exhaled from the other end of the table. Not quite a laugh. He lounged back in his chair, fingers steepled loosely, his smirk sharpened like a fine honed blade. "Defense?" He purred, his eyes glinting like obsidian. "Forgive me, Chief Kerrisk, but the Prince stands accused of attempted murder, against a noble and an alpha, no less. There is no defense."

"That may be the case, Master Virelli, but Prince Ashlynn has the right to defend himself in court." It was the female, Dame Seraphine who spoke now. I could tell her words held merit. She appeared to be someone who was well respected by her peers.

"He was apprehended with the weapon in his possession and covered in Lord Kautz's blood, might I add." His eyes darted toward Ash, his lip curling with disdain. "The honorable course of action would be to surrender himself and accept his punishment."

Anger surged through me, my fists curled under the table, my nails biting into my palms hard enough to sting. It took everything in me not to bare my teeth and growl at Virelli's cold indignation. Ash shrank down beside me, the tremor of his breath betraying the anxiety he was trying so hard to mask.

Liam's jaw ticked. "Regardless, there are mitigating circumstances that you are currently unaware of." Liam spoke evenly, though his voice had dropped an octave lower. "The treaty guarantees Ash the right to defend himself and we intend to exercise that right to its full extent."

"I agree, Chief Kerrisk." Seraphine said, glancing toward Ash with a look that was almost kind. Fond. Ash nodded to the woman then smiled and I realized that in all likeliness, he knew her. He probably knew all of them. They had most likely been there since his birth, watching him grow, play, and become the stunning young man that he was today.

I wondered how they felt about this whole situation. Was it hard for them, passing judgment on someone they literally had known all his life? Was their cool, emotionless demeanor just custom and protocol, or did they really not care?

Across the table from where we sat, Sir Alaric Dorne shifted. The scar that ran down his cheek pulled as he inclined his head thoughtfully. His voice, when it came, was low and roughened with age, but not unkind. He was younger than Gerard, they all were, but his eyes reflected a long history of battles fought and won, probably some losses as well. He was a formidable man though, a protector like me. I respected that about him.

"Perhaps," he suggested, "it would benefit us to know Prince Ash's account of events. Thus far, we have only heard Lord Kautz's version. It is difficult to weigh the merits of sanctuary without understanding what provoked such... drastic actions."

Marcellus scoffed, sharp and dismissive. "With respect, Sir Alaric, the Prince's testimony is immaterial. He is an omega. His voice carries no weight. Under coven law, an alpha's word holds precedence in matters of dispute between mates. Prince Ashlynn's guilt shouldn't even be in question. He broke the law and should be punished accordingly."

I felt the heat rise under my collar--a flash of instinctive rage so sudden and powerful I almost saw red. I hissed low, between clenched teeth. If Ash's life hadn't been on the line, I would have leapt across the table and slashed Marcellus's throat open. I didn't understand the little prick. What was his deal? Did he have some stake in the outcome of Ash's trial? It seemed so. I wouldn't have been surprised at all if the man was in bed with either Niklas or his father. Maybe they had offered him lands or money to steer the King's decision in their favor. Whatever his deal was, I knew he was no ally.

"That," Liam said coldly, his voice cracking through the tension as his eyes, hardened to sapphire ice, landed on Marcellus, "is outdated and baseless logic. Omega or alpha, Prince Ash is entitled to equal protection under your own laws. His position as a promised mate does not negate his personal rights nor his rank and title. Or, do you still subscribe to the archaic and small minded beliefs that all omegas are property and hold no individual rights?"

A thick and uncomfortable silence filled the room.

"You insult my integrity?" Marcellus hissed as he leaned forward, glaring across the table.

"Not al all." Liam retorted, retaining his composure. "I'm merely trying to assess your stance on this matter and whether your opinion is even relevant, considering your own council had abolished omega ownership two centuries ago." A faint arch of his brow punctuated the statement. It wasn't smugness, that wasn't Liam. He was just making a point, loud and clear.

Marcellus shot to his feet, his chair tumbling back behind him, his eyes burning like hot coals. "How dare you mock me!" He snarled. Ash flinched beside me when Marcellus's fist hit the table. He might have been slightly intimidating if he wasn't so small. He was at least a century old yet looked only slightly older than Ash and was quite short for an alpha. Seeing him confront Liam was like watching a chihuahua bark at a wolf.

"You overstep, Pride Chief--or perhaps you mean to challenge me outright? If so, name the place and I will gladly teach you the respect your kind has clearly forgotten!"

"Marcellus." Alaric snapped. "You are the one out of line. As a clan leader, Chief Kerrisk out ranks you. You, who hold no noble standing, are dangerously close to being held in contempt. I suggest you tread carefully."

Marcellus's jaw clenched, his fangs bared in a silent snarl. He was trying to look scary but only succeeded in looking like a pompous ass in front of his colleagues. It seemed he was about to speak again, or yell, when Gerard turned to him and shot him a look of quiet warning, and that was all it took. One look from his King and Marcellus was done. Slowly, he returned to his seat, calmer now but clearly humiliated. For all his posturing and arrogance, the proud Vampire had been knocked down a notch, out classed by a shifter. Oh, that must have stung.

Liam had remained unmoved through it all. He rested one elbow on the table and propped his chin against his knuckles. "I see your position clearly now." He spoke softly, but the words hit their mark. "Thank you for clarifying."

Marcellus didn't respond, but the look in his eyes promised the matter between them was far from finished.

Beside Liam, Jai smiled faintly. A whisper of pride hidden behind his otherwise impassive expression.

Gerard let the corner of his mouth lift slightly, clearly amused by Liam's tactful dominance of the situation. No one could ever accuse Liam of being a hot head. In times when I would have been boiling over with rage, my brother remained as cool as ice. He was assertive when he needed to be but knew when to use words instead of claws and for someone like Marcellus, those words cut just as deep. Liam was smart that way. He knew injuring the man's pride would do more damage than a physical fight ever would.

"Now that that's been settled," Evander Rathmoor said with just a hint of annoyance in his voice, "This is a mediation to determine whether sanctuary will be granted. The matter of guilt or innocence is reserved for the high council to decide."

"I agree." Dame Seraphine murmured as her gaze shifted to Liam. "Chief Kerrisk, on what grounds do you request sanctuary for Prince Ash? And, forgive the bluntness, but why does the shifter community presume the authority to involve itself in the affairs of our coven at all?"

Liam didn't flinch. His response was immediate and direct. "Captain Vael, the Prince came to me seeking refuge," he said, never once raising his voice. "As the brother of my mate, Jai Kerrisk, I had both a personal and moral obligation to help him."

"I see. Thank you, Chief Kerrisk."

Liam nodded. Beside him, Sloan and Carter were discussing something between them. Sloan pointed out something in his notes and Carter nodded.

"Lord Rathmoor, permission to speak?" Carter addressed the King's advisor.

"Permission granted." Rathmoor acknowledged him.

Carter sat straighter. His tone was neutral but crisp with precision. "I seek clarification of one of your laws. What weight does an acknowledged mate claim carry in these proceedings? Specifically, how does a valid mate bond alter Ash's standing under council law?"

Across the table, Alaric exhaled slowly, resting one hand atop the table, his fingers splayed wide. "Until the bond is sealed--that is, the omega is marked and the bond publicly acknowledged--Prince Ash remains under his father's supervision," he stated evenly. "If found guilty of breaching his betrothal contract, he can be lawfully compelled to complete the mating to Lord Kautz in atonement for his crime."

The words hit like a gunshot. My spine locked so hard my chair creaked. Ash's breath faltered beside me, shuddered then broke. I didn't need to see his face to know his reaction. I could feel the pain resurfacing through our bond like splinters being driven under the skin. I glanced sharply at Liam, breath tight. His blue eyes met mine. His fingers twitched subtly beneath the table, palm down.

Wait.

I ground my teeth. Fine. I'd wait, for now.

Tension vibrated under my skin. My hands remained flat against my thighs, clenched into fists. The urge to reach out and grab Ash, to pull him into my lap and hold him close was so strong but I couldn't. Liam had a plan and I just had to trust that he knew what he was doing.

Liam hadn't spoken. Not yet. He sat perfectly still but the weight of his focus was palpable. He worked his jaw, grinding his molars in thought then slowly, deliberately, he shifted his gaze to Ash. Ash sat small and taut in his seat, his shoulders slightly hunched. His hands rested in his lap, knuckles white where his slender fingers gripped tightly at his own wrist. His eyes were lowered but distant, fixed on nothing. The night was wearing him down. He looked exhausted, barely holding on. I sided closer to him, fearful that he might collapse at any moment.

Liam's gaze lingered on him for a long beat, unreadable. Then, in a barely perceivable motion, he shifted his gaze to me. Our eyes locked, his sharp as a knife. I caught the flicker of calculation. Measuring, weighing his options. My jaw flexed reflexively. I didn't look away. Neither did he. Then, Liam's fingers moved. A slow, rhythmic drumming against the marble table top.

Tap... tap... tap...

His fingers struck the glossy surface with quiet precision. A slow tempo. He was working something out. His posture shifted subtly as he leaned in toward Jai. The movement was controlled, casual enough to pass as nothing more than a confidence shared between husbands. His hand rose, shielding his mouth from anyone's direct line of sight and murmured something low into Jai's ear--so soft I couldn't catch the words even from where I sat.

Jai didn't speak. He didn't even nod immediately. His expression remained stoic, but I could see the wheels turning in his head. Then, after a breath, Jai gave the smallest, most decisive dip of his chin. The message to Liam was clear. Yes.

Liam eased back slowly, sitting straighter in his chair, and shifted the weight of his broad shoulders into an easy recline. His hands folded neatly in his lap and he crossed one ankle over the opposite knee. The relaxed posture was a lie though. His blue eyes had sharpened, honed and unyielding. Not at Ash, or me. His eyes settled squarely on Gerard who sat silently at the head of the table.

Calm. Cool. Ready.

Jai mirrored Liam's movements with unconscious synchronicity. His legs crossing smoothly, gracefully. His hands folded in his lap with elegance and charm. His back straightened. His lips pressed together into a firm, unshakable line and when his dark eyes lifted to his father, the polite distance was gone. What burned there now was something hard and unapologetic. A look I had never seen on Jai in the four years I had known him.

I breathed out slowly through my nose, the muscles in my shoulders tight. Whatever Liam had planned, was about to turn this meeting on its head.

"I have some questions regarding this contract," Liam said, his gaze locked on Gerard. "Was it signed by Ash himself, or only by you, your Majesty?"

Addressing the King directly was a bold move that sent a ripple of surprise across the table. Gerard leaned back, his fingers, elegant and as pale as carved marble, smoothed out an invisible wrinkle from the cuff of his coat. Slowly, he lifted his chin and fixed his eyes on Liam. His lips curled into something gentle, wistful almost, then he spoke.

"Ash... did not sign it. In fact, he adamantly refused."

The Vampire King's voice was like nothing I had ever heard before. It poured into the air like warm honey, rich and golden, wrapping around every word like silk. Smooth and lush, as beautiful as it was deadly. An orchid blooming in poisoned soil. It wasn't just sound. It touched you in a way that made it seem pliable, like soft hands threading fingers through your thoughts and into the very depths of your soul.

Even across the table I felt it settle over me, pressing gently against my senses, seducing without touch. The others in the room felt it too, this weight of power draped over them, pressing down on them the way the humidity does before a storm. All around me people shivered, Vampire and Shifter alike, twitching uncomfortably in their seats. Only Jai and Ash seemed unaffected.

I clenched my jaw and straightened my back as tiny tendrils of power curled around me, demanding submission. But, even as I told myself I would not bow to this power, I felt my resolve weaken. Even Liam, the strongest of us all, seemed momentarily stunned. Carter and Sloan tensed, clutching at their chests. Jonah had doubled over in pain and all the while, Gerard just sat there, smiling faintly, the kind of smile meant to set you at ease before the trap snaps shut.

The force of his power was nearly unbearable. I could feel this crushing weight on my chest and then... it was gone.

There were gasps, soft exhaling of breath and then silence as the rest of us took time to compose ourselves again. Ash laid his hand over mine and the look in his eyes was apologetic. I realized then that Gerard had complete control over his power and he had just given us a taste of what he was capable of, testing us almost. By the stunned and exhausted expressions around us, it seemed that only Liam and I had passed this test.

***

There was a brief pause in the proceedings as everyone in the room recovered from Gerard's display of power but once the room seemed to be in order again, Liam got the meeting back on track by picking up the questioning where he had left off. He made no mention of the overwhelming force of Gerard's energy, just moving on with the discussion as though nothing had happened at all. His strength and composure was phenomenal if not a little scary.

"So, you signed the contract on his behalf, knowing he was against it?" Liam's questioning became more like an interrogation though it didn't seem to bother Gerard in the slightest. He answered each question calmly as though the two of them were engaged in a pleasant conversation rather than an official inquiry.

"When the arrangement was proposed, Ash was reluctant, yes. I had thought perhaps he was timid about the prospect of mating due to his age and so I encouraged him to allow Niklas to court him at least, to spend time with him and see if the match might suit him after all. I assumed things were going well. Niklas showed him much attention and kindness. That's when I made the choice, as his King and sire, to sign the contract on his behalf, believing it was what he wanted."

"And, what was Ash's reaction when he found out you'd promised him to Niklas?"

"He tore the contract to shreds." His eyes softened as they drifted to Ash and the look he had given his son was full of tenderness, and a touch of something else. Something like... regret."

"Something had changed in their relationship." Gerard went on, his voice never losing its rich, golden cadence. "Ash not only refused the mating but refused to have anything more to do with Niklas. When I asked him why, he refused to explain but I could tell that he was deeply troubled so I didn't push the matter further."

My breath caught sharp in my throat. Beside me, Ash's lips pressed into a thin line. His emerald eyes blazed with barely contained fury. I understand his rage. I could feel it. The night he tore up the contract was the night Niklas came to his room and assaulted him. Ash sucked in a deep breath then released it slowly, calming himself. He wanted to speak, that much was obvious, but he was forbidden to do so without permission.

Gerard's expression hadn't changed though. His eyes were still on Ash. He folded his hands neatly on top of the table and waited.

"The night of the stabbing," Liam asked next, "was that the same night that Ash destroyed the contract?" We already knew the answer. Liam was only asking for clarification and to have it on public record.

Gerard nodded. "It was."

"I'm sorry, chief Kerrisk, but Lord Rathmoor has already stated that this meeting is to determine whether sanctuary will be granted, not the guilt or innocence of Prince Ashlynn." Marcellus spoke up, obviously not liking where the questioning was going.

"I'm aware." Liam said curtly. "What's your objection?"

Marcellus laughed bitterly. "My objection is that you're going off point. The events of the night in question have no bearing on His Majesty's decision."

"I disagree." Liam told him. "I believe the events of the night in question go to the very heart of the matter. Ash ran away for reason and I think we should explore what that reason was."

Marcellus scoffed. "He ran away to avoid punishment."

Liam pursed his lips. "I believe there was more to it than that. May I continue?" He looked back to Gerard.

"Your Majesty, I would highly recommend against..." Gerard held up a hand, silencing Marcellus.

"Continue, Chief Kerrisk." He said.

"Thank you, your Majesty." Liam didn't give Marcellus another thought. He went right back to questioning the King and no one else dared to object. "King Dargan, the members of my Pride who are present here tonight, as well as myself, have heard Ash's version of what happened that night. We'd be interested in hearing Niklas's version as well."

Gerard turned to Alaric and nodded. Alaric cleared his throat, then leaned forward in his seat, making eye contact with Liam. "According to the testimony of Lord Niklas Kautz," he began, speaking as if reciting notes from the papers sitting before him though his eyes never once glanced down at them.

"Lord Niklas claims that he was summoned to Prince Ashlynn's chambers to discuss Ash's refusal of the mating contract. Tempers flared and Prince Ash demanded Lord Niklas leave. When he refused, Prince Ash struck first, punching Lord Niklas in the chest repeatedly. Lord Niklas admits to becoming angry and so struck Prince Ash across the face in self-defense. Lord Niklas then states that Prince Ash seized a silver bladed dagger and plunged it into Lord Niklas's chest in retaliation. Lord Niklas lost consciousness and so has no memory of what happened next. We do, however, have witness statements from two guards as well as the King himself."

"I see." Liam sat back in his chair as he considered his next question carefully. "And, Prince Ash's testimony. Do you have that as well?""

"No."

"No? Was he not questioned as well?"

"The King questioned him but he refused to answer."

"But he was never questioned formally by the magistrate?"

"No. He was not."

"And why is that?"

Alaric tensed for a moment before answering. "Because, Prince Ash is an omega and it is assumed an omega would be prone to hysterics and therefore unable to give a rational and accurate testimony. That's why we rely on the alpha's testimony alone."

A growl built in my throat before I could stop it. My hands clawed at the arms of the chair, nails biting deep into the polished wood. Beside Liam, Jai inhaled sharply, his brown eyes appearing black now, cold and narrowed.

Liam's sharp glance snapped to me, his unspoken command so clear it stopped me cold.

'Hold it together.'

A thick silence filled the room. Shock and disgust on the faces of the Pride. The Vampires remained unmoved, relying on centuries of repressed emotions to keep them unreadable. Liam exhaled through his nose, slowly.

"What are Niklas's intentions, should Ash be found guilty by the council?" He asked. "I assume a forced blood-bond?"

"That is Niklas's request, yes."

Liam's jaw ticked. Then, he did something no one had expected. He leaned forward, elbows braced lightly on the table, voice steady but firm. "Then I ask this directly, King Dargan. What is your stance on omega rights? Specifically, the rights of your own omega son? Do Ash's feelings mean anything to you at all?"

The words dropped like thunder. A cacophony erupted instantly. Marcellus surged to his feet, snarling...

"How dare you question the King in this way! You brainless, insolent, animal!"

"Marcellus! Hold your tongue." Seraphine hissed, fangs flashing. "Remember to whom you speak."

Liam didn't blink. He didn't flinch. He sat still as stone, hands folded as he lifted one eyebrow in mild surprise.

Gerard smiled gently. "I admire your candor, Liam Kerrisk." His voice wrapped around Liam's name like a silk tie. Then, he raised a hand and the room froze. Marcellus again took his seat and the gasps and whispering stopped as the Vampires fell silent.

"You ask plainly, so I will answer plainly. The mating bond had always been political though it would have benefited Niklas far greater than myself. Still, I believed Niklas to be strong and capable. Able to protect my child and provide for him in the manner in which he was accustomed. I see now that I had misjudged Niklas's character. That mistake was mine."

His storm gray eyes drifted to Ash once more, his gaze as soft as twilight. "But to answer your question, yes. My son's feelings mean a great deal to me as does his life. I will not force him into something he has refused. My wish, always, has been the safety and happiness of my children." He looked to Jai then, the inclusion unspoken but clear. "Unfortunately, the final decision rests with the council. On this matter, my hands are tied."

"Would the council consider your recommendation for leniency, if you gave it?"

Gerard sighed heavily. "If found guilty, the council will only consider two punishments and, I'm afraid, neither will benefit Ash. If he were not of royal blood, he would have been executed already."

The calm settled over the room like ice. Everyone knew what Gerard meant. A blood-bond between Ash and Niklas or being buried alive. There would be no leniency, no compromise, no mercy. If the council sided with Niklas then they would force the bond, which would kill Ash. There was only one thing that could save him, one thing that was stronger and more sacred than Niklas's claim on him. A fated bond.

I turned my head and caught Liam's eyes, pleading with him not to let this happen. Not to Ash and not to me. Ash was my mate and though I hadn't known him very long I already knew that I couldn't live without him. I loved him. I loved him like I loved no other and if anyone could ever understand how that felt it was Liam. I knew he would move Heaven and Earth to protect his mate. I would do the same for Ash. Without him, my life would be meaningless. I hoped Liam understood that.

He looked back at me. His face was clam, stoic, but his eyes were fierce and determined. He took a deep breath then nodded slightly and I knew he understood. He turned back to Gerard and asked the one question that had been burning in my mind since this meeting began.

"And, what would be the council's position, if it were proven that Ash had found his fated mate?"

Suddenly there was an explosion of voices. Marcellus stood and slammed his hand, palm down, on the table so hard I swear I heard the marble crack. "That's preposterous!" He yelled across the table, his voice carrying like needles ripping through the air. He didn't have Gerard's power but he wasn't weak like a new born. The force of his rage was felt by all. "The contract stands! It has been signed in blood and cannot be dissolved!"

Carter leaned over to Sloan and whispered, "I thought Ash tore it up."

"He did." Sloan explained. "But by their laws, when something is signed in blood it becomes unbreakable. Destroying the paper it was written on is only symbolic, not binding."

"But Niklas never claimed Ash, so the contract was never fulfilled."

"That's true." Sloan glanced to Liam, raising an eyebrow in question.

"My advisor makes an excellent point." Liam stated, not pretending that the Vampires hadn't heard the exchange. "Ash never accepted Niklas's mark so, legally, he has no real claim on him."

Alaric inclined his head, the hint of a smile curled his lips. "True. And a fated mate, if proven, would nullify Niklas's claim."

"But an unclaimed omega is still vulnerable." Seraphine pointed out. "Niklas could challenge another's claim."

"He'd lose." Alaric's voice was absolute. "Fated mates are sacred. Not even the council can overrule it."

Seraphine nodded. "If he's been marked and the bond is sealed."

"Why are we even discussing this?" Marcellus snapped, eyes blazing. "This is all hypothetical, no such bond exists."

Liam's gaze slid to me. His eyes met mine, cool and steady. He nodded. I understood at once. It was time. Time for the truth to be revealed. I rose slowly to my feet, my heart racing, fists clenched at my sides. I let the beast under my skin rise, steady and certain, lending me its strength. All eyes were now on me wondering, waiting... Ash held his breath and I could feel his heart hammering against his rib cage just as strong and fast as mine.

This was possibly the hardest thing I'd ever had to do in my life and I couldn't screw it up, Ash was my mate, mine to protect. He was counting on me. I'd rehearsed this a million times in my head, every line, every word. But, as I stood there before the King and his advisors, my mind suddenly went blank. I wasn't great at public speaking the way Liam was. I wasn't a scholar like Sloan or even a shrewd negotiator like Carter. I was a fighter, a trained warrior. I was supposed to be strong, fierce, and brave but I felt none of those things.

I was terrified. Not for my own life or safety but for Ash's. There was no way to know how Gerard Dargan was going to react to what I was about to reveal. So many things were going through my mind and I began to doubt myself. Had I made a mistake? Was I even good enough for Ash? Worthy to be his mate? Could I protect him? My hands shook and I closed my eyes, trying to steady my nerves when I suddenly felt Ash's hand slip into mine, closing around it tightly. I felt his love then, his strength, and his calm passed through him to me. I could breathe again and when I opened my eyes, I saw him standing beside me, his face lit up by a radiant smile that melted my heart.

He didn't say a word but his eyes spoke volumes. He looked at his father, his posture perfect, regal. He held his head high, steadfast and ready for whatever came next. When he looked at me again and nodded, I knew without anymore doubt that I, we, were doing the right thing. We were completely suited for each other, made to shelter and protect each other. His strength gave me strength. Ash wasn't a lion like me, but he had the heart of one, and I was so proud to call him my mate.

I took a deep breath, stood straight and sure, and addressed the King. "I am Victor Kerrisk." I stated my lineage as Liam had done when we first arrived. "Son of Tomas and Ada, brother to Pride Chief Liam Kerrisk. I am guardian of the Belle Village Pride as well as Vaire and Champion to Ashlynn Dargan, whom I claim as my fated mate." My voice rang clear and deep so there could be mistake in what I said, no misinterpretation. "He bares my mark. Our bond is sealed. Niklas's claim is void."

At once, the room shattered into chaos. Marcellus jumped to his feet faster than the mortal eye could follow. He was beside Ash in a heart beat and before anyone could stop him, he slammed Ash's head against the table. Ash gasped. I could hear him whimper as he fought back a scream, too scared to open his mouth even under duress. Marcellus jerked Ash's head to the side by his hair before wrenching his shirt down in back so hard it ripped his collar.

There was an audible gasp when his slender throat was bared for all to see. There, scarring his beautiful skin was my mark, a perfect crescent of teeth, too large to be a Vampire's bite, sunk deep into the spot where his shoulder met his neck. The scar was raised and glistened white, appearing more as a brand now but there could be no mistake in what it was and what it meant.

Shock and outrage crashed through the room like lightning. My roar split the air and I lunged forward, grabbing Marcellus by the throat and hurling him across the room. His body smashed into the far wall, cracking the wood, before falling to the floor in a heap, broken panels landing on his back. I hadn't even realized that I'd partcially shifted until I looked down and saw claws where fingers should have been. We had been told prior to the meeting that shifting inside the hotel was strictly prohibited but in that moment I didn't care, nor did the beast inside me.

We saw Marcellus as a threat. He'd put his hands on our mate, hurt him, and manhandled him. That could not be overlooked or forgiven. My instincts told me to protect, defend, and kill if necessary. I bared my fangs and another growl tore through me as I went into a fighting stance, ready to attack.

Liam was in front of me a second later, his clawed hand pressed against my chest. "Stand down!" He roared. I fought like hell to resist but the command of my chief was absolute. His power rolled over me in crushing waves and I found myself on my knees, panting and snarling as I was forced to shift back to my human form.

Never had Liam used his power to force a shift on me. It was demeaning and humiliating. To have ones own power taken away and then used against them was the worst kind of insult but I was grateful to him for doing it. I would have killed Marcellus otherwise and that would have put us all in grave danger.

Marcellus had regained his senses and staggered forward, his face a mask of terror and rage.

"Guards! Detain him!" He demanded. The conference room doors flew open and two male Vampires, dressed more like secret service agents than royal guards, rushed into the room, alarm on their faces as they tried to figure out what was happening. Marcellus continued screaming. "Detain him you fools!" He pointed to me, his pale and bony finger jabbing at the air. "He shifted and attacked a member of the King's council! Arrest him at once!"

The guards moved toward me, ready to apprehend. Suddenly, my Pride was there, surrounding me. Chairs screeched, flung backwards, claws unsheathing, ready to attack anyone who came near me or Liam. The Vampires were on their feet just as quickly, fangs bared. There were growls, hisses, and cursing. Bodies tensed. We were on the brink of war, each side ready to attack the other but then Evander's voice, loud and powerful, cut through the madness. "Stop!" He bellowed, placing himself between me and the guards. "This man is not to be harmed." He told them. "Clearly his chief has him under control."

"He tried to kill me!" Marcellus growled. "And he shifted, a clear violation of the rules set forth..."

"Oh, shut up! For Gods sake." Alaric yelled. "I'm sick to death of your whining. And, he only partcially shifted, or did I miss the fully formed lion running around the conference room?"

"He shifted, regardless of the form." Marcellus argued. "His intent was the slaughter me!"

"His intent was to protect his mate!" Carter yelled. "His reaction was instinctual, that's why we have rules of conduct regarding mates."

"You're nothing but wild animals, worse than a pack of rabid wolves!" Marcellus spat, glaring at Carter.

"He was within his rights." Alaric shot back. "You touched the mate of another alpha without cause or consent. That is not only an offense punishable by flogging but you also directly assaulted our Prince!"

Marcellus's face drained of all color, making him appear even paler than before. "I... he... he fled his coven, his rank and title are forfeit."

"Only when and if he is found guilty by the council." Seraphine corrected. "And only the council can strip royalty of their title."

There was more shouting as the Vampires argued over customs and laws. Marcellus was clearly trying to save his own ass. Without a noble blood-line to back him he could be facing imprisonment for his actions or worse, death.

I had managed to pull myself to my feet finally and within seconds, a stunned and frightened little Prince had flung himself into my arms. His body shook with his sobs. He was so close to falling apart yet trying so hard to keep it together. I had to admire his strength. I was honestly amazed that he was still standing.

The room had broken into total chaos. Only Ash and Jai remained silent through all this, not wanting to jeopardize the proceedings by breaking their father's gag order. But on both sides of the table, the argument continued. Carter and Sloan demanded Marcellus be restrained while Marcellus demanded the guards arrest me. Liam was trying to shield Jai from the mounting tension in the room while also trying to hold the very confused guards at bay who were now yelling at everyone in the room to calm down and remain seated.

In the middle of all the shouting, Jonah had gotten up and tried to leave, only to be stopped by a third guard just outside the doors. The poor servant Vampire from earlier had crawled under the table to hide and I was certain that Jonah would be joining him any minute now. It seemed the entire meeting had quickly gone to hell and I could tell that Liam was getting frustrated. Both sides were becoming increasingly hard to control, with Liam's growls and orders to 'hold' being the only thing keeping Carter and Sloan from shifting and going after Marcellus. Even Jai was on the verge of shifting. His claws had extended and his fangs barred as he growled across the table, Liam holding him back.

Then, just when I was sure things were going to escalate, Gerard's voice boomed, clear and as resounding as a bell toll.

"Enough!"

Instantly the commotion ceased. The Vampires in the room dropped to one knee, heads bowed low. Only Ash and Jai remained standing. We Shifters stood motionless. Silent now but wary. Gerard slowly rose to his feet, his expression hard, stern, and his eyes blazed red. "You shame yourselves. You disgrace your King and coven with this display of savagery." He hissed. "Is this how you conduct yourselves before delegates of another clan? It's disgusting."

Humiliated, the Vampires slunk back to their seats. Slowly, order returned. Gerard remained standing, looking over his people the way a parent would look at unruly children. None of them could meet his eyes. Next, he turned to the guard. "Please escort Master Virelli to my suite and keep him detained until I arrive. I will deal with him myself."

The guards bowed then moved to apprehend Marcellus who, by now, was pleading for his life. Gerard remained unmoved, merely waving him off with cold indifference. Once Marcellus had been taken out of the room, Gerard turned to Liam. I think we had all braced ourselves for a sound reprimand but to my great surprise, Gerard bowed. He actually bowed to Liam.

"Chief Kerrisk, I deeply regret and apologize for the actions of my subordinate, and the outburst it had caused. Please believe me when I say I do not condone this behavior at all." He then turned to me. "Commander Victor Kerrisk, as Champion and protector of my son, let me assure you that under no law did Marcellus Virelli have the right to touch your charge. He will be dealt with harshly. That I can promise you. And, if you are proven to be Ashlynn's true mate, you then reserve the right to personally challenge Virelli in the manner of your choosing, if you so desire."

Liam bowed, thanking Gerard and assuring him that despite the incident, he wishes relations between our people to remain peaceful. Following Liam's example I too bowed to the King and thanked him. Now, knowing that he remained in good standing with our Pride, Gerard turned his gaze to Ash. "Ashlynn Dargan, rise and face your King."

Ash did as he was told, rising and standing beside me. Liam stood on his other side and Jai beside him. It was custom when called to stand before the King. An unspoken command that the clan--Pride in this case--leaders stand with you, along with your advocate or champion if you had one.

"Ashlynn Dargan, for all here to witness, speak the truth." Gerard's voice curled through the air like incense, gentle yet commanding. "Do you acknowledge this man, Victor Kerrisk, protector of his Pride, brother of the Pride Chief Liam Kerrisk, as your fated mate, and did you willingly accept his mark?"

The room held its breath. Ash lifted his chin, his green eyes met his father's, unflinching, and spoke.

"Yes. Victor Kerrisk is my fated mate. I willing accepted his mark. He has claimed me as his. Before you, my King and father, I formally declare myself, a mated omega. It is done."

Ash and I had followed all the customs, all the rules. Our declaration was made and could not be disputed, as far as I was aware. The next move was Gerard's.