The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 115
“Enough.”
He booms out, looking between Weston and I.
“Your childishness is to be put at a stop here.”
I glare at Weston who returns my gaze and relax my shoulders reluctantly. My wolf whines in my head, huffing out his disappointment. He was ready to bite the living sh it out of him. And no, not in the kinky way.
Even my wolf wanted to mess up little Preston’s face.
“Besides, I’m sure I’ll be the one to take that role.”
Our heads snap to the Chancellor’s direction.
Oh f uck no, not him too.
“Uh, no. I’m the Beta. Beta’s are the automatic winners by default.”
I say, feeling heated all over again. Seriously, what’s with all this competition? I didn’t know this much people were on the Railene train. I was the f ucking train conductor! I’m the captain of this ship!
“So am I, dips hit.”

Weston grumbles annoyedly.
“Hey now, don’t forget the Chancellor title.”
Williams interjects. Even he’s starting to get fired up.
“How about all three of you shut your traps so we can actually hear what’s going on?”
All three of us stop our bickering and slowly turn to Meredith who’s straining to stand ontop of at medium sized cabinet. How she got there without any of us noticing? I don’t know. She has real stealth skills. She’s trying really hard to tip toe with the intention of pressing her ear against the ceiling, but she’s still off. She frowns.
“Dam mit, why are the ceilings so da mn high…”
She grumbles, jumping off the cabinet in defeat. She sticks her landing, even in heels, and puts her hands to her hips. Her eyebrows are pinched together and suddenly her eyes flash to Williams.
“And you!”
She shouts, pointing an accusing finger at him.
“You should’ve said you were bringing my future son-in-law with you!”
Meredith is completely livid. Her face growing tight with anger. Had Meredith known earlier, she would’ve had a whole feast set up, cleaned the pack house spotless three times, dressed in an ankle long dress, forced Selene to wear a skin tight one and probably poke holes in the condom packets I know she keeps in Selene’s drawer without the Alpha knowing.
Williams smirks, shrugging nonchalantly and leans back into the couch. He lets out a contented sigh and opens his mouth. He was about to respond when Weston mutters out a low,
“Well you know, he came with his Beta, but okay. Let’s not acknowledge the fact.”
When no one says anything he adds,
“Oh yes, ignore him too. Fantastic. Love the audience here. Let everyone gush over how the Alphas
were d ry hum ping but ignore the man who’ll have to suffer Alpha Locksworth’s wrath later.”
He shakes his head in pure devastation. I see the agony in his eyes as he slumps his shoulders over. “You make one joke about Alpha Grestfield finding herself another mans and he goes bat s hit crazy with jealousy before abruptly deciding to pay a visit with the Chancellor. I just wanted to get some Skittles, man.”
The last part is muttered lowly, like he was remembering some kind of promise he never got to fulfill. When he gets out of memory lane, he lifts his eyes to look at Meredith.
“If you do in fact get grand-pups, it’s gonna be because of me. Ain’t no flowers getting fertilized around here without my help. Thus, I demand the right to be the favorite uncle.”
Weston glances over to me and sighs.
“He can also be a favorite uncle.”