The Alpha King’s Fated Scarred Mate

Chapter 40

Jace’s POV

“Jace,” my mother called in a sober tone, her eyes filled with worries.

I didn’t bothered looking at her but when she had called the second time, I flashed her a cold and distant look.

She sobbed. “Even if I had offended you. It doesn’t still changes the fact that I was your mother, and I carry you In my womb for ten months.”

“I do not know what wrong I’ve done to you to deserve a cold attitude from you eversince you returned from Redmond pack.”

She turned to face me, threatening tears forming at the rim of her eyes. Her chiseled jaw, and brow onyx eyes staring straight Into mine almost causing my heart to melt.

“I know you’re considerate just like your father. And whatsoever you do, others might not understand but it usually turns out to be the best.”

My heart melted at that. I was compelled with a urge to pull her into a tight hug, but_

“The task the Alpha King gave to you isn’t easy. It’s not punishable if you got killed by another person during the treasure hunt.”

“Please watch out, stay steer of Jayden. Don’t be too quick to trust a person. There’s no friend in this adventure.”

I listened patiently to my mother’s sermons as she read out the rules and regulations guiding this treasure hunt.

“Dragon are scary! They could read your thoughts from afar. Funny enough, they only value and get quick with the person who’s more violent in nature.”

“mother it’s okay, ” I cautioned, and a stunning look etched in her face.

I stepped forth to pay my respects to her, and she braced my shoulders, stopping me from touching her feet.

I could see the tears which welled up in her eyes, and how she was striving so hard to fought them back.

“I’ll take my leave!” I said, turning to go.

“Jace,” her voice pierced through the air, halting my steps. “It’s never too late to back down. You can be a scholar, or work perfectly in being a healer.” Her voice sounds weak as usual.

My mother never sees me as something strong which could break through a rock. All the werewolves in the pack all deemed me as the weakest and useless, all because I wasn’t allow to learn sword fighting by my uncle.

I’ve buried myself in books, great books like history, economics, political affairs, earth survey.

It wasn’t long when I arrived at the field when thirty of us, each of us either from a noble family, or regency family.

Alpha Akeem believes a weak person shouldn’t be put in the position of a ruler.

If you’re weak, why vying for a position more powerful than you?

Alpha Akeem had been able to silence his tormentor, oppressor across the werewolf kingdom, but after his death who’s capable of Waring off evils?

None!

He could have just appoints either Jayden or me to act as a governor in Redmond pack, but Redmond pack are filled with men of valor who hardly bow to anyone.

They gave their pride stuck to their gut. Asides, that, the Alpha King is just a strict and disciplined man who wants no weak but the strongest among his council.

“All kneel and bow as you receive the decree of the Alpha King.” The announcer declared.

We obliged, each getting on our knee, bowing with our hands above our face.

“I implore you all to the farthest of the East pole, down to the mountains to bring home a dragon egg, and scales. Whosoever return with the dragon’s egg would be appointed as the governor of Redmond pack, a portion of the goldmine in Redmond pack would be given to the Victor.” the announcer read, and brings his gaze to stared at us.

“We are grateful for this task, your supremacy becomes dominant forever.” We all said.

” Now time to dispatch!”

A fucking gold mine, and a fuckin governor’s position would be given to the Victor as a present? Now, it dawned on me the reason my mother warned me to steer off Jayden, and not make a friend.

Right before we left for our adventure, all the others royal members and the regency heirs were already moving close to Jayden, making him feel like the man of honor.

We set out each right on our horses. Bile rose in my throat as the thoughts of Ann envisioned right in my vision.

Did I really did the right thing by not standing up to save her? Does she detest me?

I tried to concentrate on my riding and I swear that I could heard the wind talking to me.

I tried as much to remember why I was banned from learning sword fight by my uncle, if there was anything I had done while I was little but, nothing replayed, except for a thrumming pain which strike at my head.

It was getting darker when we decided to pitched.

Out of thirty of us, twenty right were busy ass licking Jayden, treating him like theur King while I was treated like a desolated leper.

There was man, a few feet from me whose expressions was inexplicable. He cuddled himself in a horse cover. He turned, and our eyes get locked but he darted his gaze away.

First time I’d see a royal member of the family not associating himself with Jayden or me. He just sat still.

I saw Jayden whispering some words to his goons, from the corner of my eyes, a laughter erupting from their misdt in the air.

I was damn sure theur discussion was all about me.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

“Jace, you weakling. Why are you so interested in whatsoever Jayden ours his mind?” “should I say you’re jealous?” One among Jayden’s followers said, the rest of them bubbling I to laughter

I scoffed, wondering what was funny abkit his words.

“You should have just back then by opting to be a mender, healer, or a scholar instead of venturing into this adventure and losing your face, position as a royal heir.”

I was quiet listening to their taunts. Not because I was weak, I was trying to observe their strengths and weaknesses before I lunched at them.

“Why don’t you fight five of us if you’re truly Jace, and your mother wasn’t a prostitute who was married by your father right in time to give him a heir, huh?”

“if you’re that courageous enough, I think you’d have to match right in front of me and repeat just what you’ve said.”

I swear to the monn goddess. I wasn’t really going to kill anyone right before we sees the dragon.

But insulting my mother? I don’t think I will ever tolerate that.