Page 159 of A Mysterious Slave for the Lycan Prince

“Yes, it has had a rogue problem for as long as I can remember,” Arman agrees.

Dad sighs. “We’ll keep some warriors here to secure the pack borders. You’re right, though. This pack needs proper training. Their kitchen staff, consisting of suppressed wolves with pans as weapons, did a better job than some of these warriors with actual weapons.”

“Did you mean it when you said Benjamin won’t be allowed to take over?” Arman asks.

“There is no way he will take over,” Dad says with finality. “I’ll inform the Council of this. They are worried they didn’t even know about Colton creating a cult, which is why my nephew is going to establish a base here on our continent. And when Aurelia, my daughter, visits her friend at the Council in Paris in a few weeks, I’ll make sure she discusses some political decisions there.”

Arman sighs. “I’m glad Benjamin won’t become alpha, but I grew up alongside him. And I know how much Colton abused him. He did the same to me, but it was way worse for Benjamin. I should have protected him and led him to become a better person,” he says bitterly.

“You were a child yourself,” Dad argues. “You tried to protect your sister and the slaves. You didn’t have any other options.”

“What will you do now, Arman?” I ask the young lycan. “Are you and Leila going to stay here?”

He looks at me before he allows his eyes to scan the area. “No,” he says. “I hate to leave you with this amount of work. But my sister and I need to get out of here and be allowed to move on. We can barely remember our parents and we don’t know where we came from. We don’t know who we are. And frankly, I hate this pack.”

I nod sadly, but I understand where he is coming from. What’s sadder is that this is probably the reality for many pack members, but the majority won’t be able to move away. I wish we could relocate everyone, but moving a whole pack is normally only done when it’s been completely destroyed. The bureaucracy, the amount of work that goes into relocating people, the problems that ensue, and the fact that friends and family might get ripped apart. In the past, it proved far more difficult and problematic than rebuilding an already established pack.

But maybe they can have a fresh start, a total pack makeover with a new alpha, and name… new rules.

Before we can discuss anything further, Leila approaches us.

“It’s time, it seems,” Dad says, much to my surprise.

“Time for what?” I ask curiously.

Dad gestures towards Leila, waiting for her to walk up to us. Once she is here, she puts a hand on Arman’s arm. “Arman… do you feel it too?”

He looks at her in surprise. “Feel what?”

“A sense of belonging.” She looks at Dad and me. “With these two, I mean.”

“There is something… I…” He frowns. “This doesn’t make sense.”

“I know,” she mutters. “It’s the same for me.”

“I felt it towards Finn too, just gentler, but ever since you appeared, Alpha Elden, the feeling has grown.” he pauses, looking at my father.

“That’s because my lycan is older and more experienced; he is reaching out to yours,” Dad explains. “And your lycans are responding.”

Leila stares at him. “Are we related?”

Dad nods. “I wasn’t sure at first when Finn told me about you. Flora and I didn’t want to get our hopes up, but now that I've seen you for myself, I’m certain. Your mother was my cousin, Sarah. Her mate was an alpha in Egypt, where they both lived and where you came from. They were said to lead a very peculiar pack and preferred to stay with themselves. One day, they suddenly vanished and no one knew what happened.”

Arman’s eyes widen while my mouth drops open.

The three of us are related. Is this even real?

I can see so many emotions flash in Arman’s eyes, while Leila seems to take it better. I assume her lycan might have already given her some hints.

“Leila and I… we still have family left…” Arman breathes out. “You are our family!”

“I don’t know much about what happened,” Dad admits. “Your mother and I grew up completely differently and barely saw each other, but I will try to help you. And you’ll never have to be alone again. I’ll make sure you can contact the Council,” Dad promises them. “They will help us to further connect with your heritage. For now, if you want to, you can come and stay in Silverlake. Flora and I would love to have you close.”

A beautiful smile graces Leila’s lips and Arman nods. “Thank you, Alpha Elden,” Arman says.

Dad smiles. “You don’t need to be so formal with me. You are part of my family, and I’m happy to have found you.”

In a sudden spout of emotion Leila dashes forward and hugs him. “Thank you,” she mutters.

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