Game of Destiny Novel - Chapter 74

I opened the door to the room that had been booked for us. It was almost the same as the room where we had dinner with Finlay's family. James was standing on the other end of the room, looking out of a window. He turned around as he heard the door open. He looked tired but when he saw me he smiled. "Amie. I was surprised, but happy, when Elder told me you wanted to talk," he said. I walked inside and closed the door behind me.

"I think it is about time we had a talk." He walked towards me and I had to suppress my instinct to turn around and run away. He noticed my hesitation and stopped. I could see a small twitch in his hands, but he showed them into his pockets. This wasn't awkward at all. "Why don't we sit down?" he suggested. I nodded and took a seat at the small round table. I appreciated him sitting down across from me and not next to me. "It's been a long while since we talked," he said. "It has," I agreed.

"How is it to be Alpha?" He gave me a grin which reminded me of his younger self. It was nice to see that part of him still existed. "A lot of hard work, there is always something which needs to be done," he said. "And you love it." "I do. It feels right," he admitted. "Good. I always knew you would be a good Alpha, just like your father," I told him. Like with Elder, it was easy to slip back into how we used to talk. James' smile faltered. "How about your injury?" he asked.

"It was not really bad enough to be called an injury. It has healed and it won't even leave a scar," I told him. "Unlike that," he said, looking at my shoulder. It was hot outside and I had worn an oversized t-shirt. It had slipped down over my shoulder and the scar left from my injury I had received during the attack on the pack was visible. I shrugged. "Who was the one who hurt you?" "During the game or who caused my scar?" I asked. "Both." "The one who caused the scar is dead.

For the one during the game, it was just as much my fault. I was annoying and provoking him to the point of him losing control. He got his punishment from the council," I said. James chuckled. "You always knew how to provoke someone. Fuck you could be annoying," he said. I laughed. "I am good at it," I agreed. "Tell me his name and pack and I will make sure he knows he should control himself in the future," James told me and turned serious. "No need.