Fated For Forever (Kindred of Arkadia Book 3) by Alanea Alder

Author:Alanea Alder [Alder, Alanea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sacred Forest Publishing
Published: 2020-09-28T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

"I demand accommodations!" the coven leader Dorian screeched in Roman's face. Ashby clenched his fists and stepped forward. He could see Roman grinding his teeth.

"Purgatory isn't just a club, it is also this coven's home. You have no right to impose upon us to see to your needs. Prince Gabriel is recovering as we speak. I see no reason for you to stay at all," Ashby said, wedging himself between Roman and Dorian. The tall, slender man looked down at Ashby with a sneer on his face. Ashby wanted to shift and scratch the man's rather pointed, rat like nose.

"How dare you speak to me that way? You are nothing. Shifters cannot assume the title of prince. You're just a well-used hole that our prince is playing with. You have no authority here," Dorian spat out. Ashby felt the blood drain from his face. It took every ounce of determination in him to fight his body's natural instinct to drop his eyes to the floor. David and Daniel's words flooded his heart. He was their prince and if he allowed this man to treat him like a whore, no one would be safe.

"Baptista, if this man speaks to me like that again, throw his ass out and ban him from ever returning," Ashby said, staring into the coven leader's beady eyes.

"Yes, my prince," Baptista said taking a step closer to Ashby.

"But you're a shifter," Dorian said, his eyes going to Baptista nervously.

"I could be a polka-dotted blue alien stepping out of the Tardis—it doesn't matter. This coven, and in particular these men, recognize me as their prince, so when I order them to throw your bony ass out of our home and make sure they break several bones in doing so, they will do it," Ashby said, clasping his hands behind his back taking a more solid stance. He imagined his eyes going cold the way Gabriel's did when he was irritated.

"Prince Ashby, are you sure that Prince Gabriel will recover? You must understand, he may be the leader of this coven, yes, but he is also the fabric which holds our people together. Everyone felt his rage earlier. We will be fielding questions from our own covens." A tall blond man stepped forward and inclined his head to Ashby.

"Before he was sedated I could feel him reaching out. I think it'll only be a matter of time before he's returned to his normal state," Ashby said, with what he hoped to be a convincing smile.

"Thank God!" The blond man exhaled before smiling at Ashby.

"My apologies, my name is Clay Samuels. I run the covens on the East Coast, Dorian Ratcliffe oversees the Midwest, Jerimiah RunningWolf there leads the Southwest covens and Roddrick Davis watches over the brutes in the Pacific Northwest and all along the West Coast," Clay said, introducing each regional coven leader.

"I wish we had met under better circumstances." Ashby nodded to each man in turn.

"If he truly is recovering then I'm heading home. I get nervous when I leave my covens alone for too long.

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