I Claim Your LOVE

A Winning Loser

The fear thoughts looped around in Einar's mind as there was room for no other thought. In a matter of a few hours his mate would be in the battle field preparing for his death bed perhaps. The thought brought plenty of rage as Einar had tried his every move to refrain Callan from entering the competition but the adamant nature of his mate compelled him to bow. The next few hours would simply pass as blip or it would break his mind completely. 

Sitting in his office in front of piles of paper was the only salvation Einar had. He constantly made sure to keep himself busy in other works which would distract him from the inevitable. But the diversion worked only for a few moments before his mind engulfed in the thoughts of Callan again. Einar visualised the smiling and charming face of Callan which would soon turn into a bloody, bruised figure. He wanted to have good thoughts throughout but his heart could not deny the possible outcome of tomorrow.

Einar screeched his chair back and rose to his feet. He slowly made his way to the window to look outside the open ground. Young enthusiasts were training themselves for the important day. He was happy for the strength of will of his comrades. However he was more afraid about how he would survive tomorrow when Callan entered the ring. His determined beast would kill on the spot if even a hair of his mate was touched. How was he supposed to perform his duties as the alpha and control his animal at the same time?

The Alpha sighed in frustration and ran his fingers through his head. His attention was drawn to the door when a sweaty figure made its presence.

"I thought you were working." Garrick asked wiping his face of the wetness.

"I am trying to work but somehow I always get distracted."

By this time Garrick was intelligent enough to know who ruled his best friends thoughts. Talking about Callan with someone had brought a little relief to Einar's burdened mind. Though the pain, the agony would remain the same but the Alpha was soothed a bit when he shared things with Garrick. 

"Then i suppose it is the right moment to have a conversation."

Einar furrowed his brow and looked behind his shoulders. "What do you want to talk about."

"The gift perhaps.. Have you thought of anything yet?" Einar sighed as he forgot about the age old traditions of the pack. It was mandatory for every Alpha to present a gift to his Luna welcoming her in the pack. Though it had to be done on the night of the coronation but the situation back then was far from ideal.

"I promised her to give whatever she desires."

Garrick nodded and sat on a chair "You may have to announce a ceremony after the trials."

"For what purpose?"

"We have two new mate pairs on the cards." Einar raised a brow and uplifted his chin for Garrick to continue "The bastard Alpha's daughter is apparently Tusker's mate."

"And the other?"

"It is Hazel; Luella's daughter." Einar deeply sighed when he heard the name. Luella was a distant cousin of Garrick who lived in one of the villages in the northern borders and Hazel was her daughter. Einar was astonished as Hazel was just eight years old. 

"You look surprised." Garrick asked.

"I am more shocked actually. The Luna definitely has a wicked sense of humor when she pairs the souls." The irony never lost in his tone.

"And now returning to your problem. How are you holding up?"

Einar shook his head "I have no answer to that question cause I don't know how to feel."

"Don't worry Einar, he wont win tomorrow."

"Have you seen him fight?" Garrick was speechless for a moment "Exactly. No one has seen what he is capable of. You can have a fair idea for he has been trained by Justus himself." Garrick understood what Einar was implying. Justus was fierce and a man of many talents. His fighting skills were well known across packs.