Big Bad Wolfie
Chapter 25) Meeting The Rents

"Wait, so are they in your office for a meeting?" I questioned Wolfie as we walked down the wide and honestly beautifully decorated hallways.

"Yes," He answered shortly, and I could tell from his tone he's done with any sort of conversation. Which is not good, because I need something to distract me from the ball of nerves in my stomach.

I redirected my attention to the dark but stunning halls. Here's something to think about. Unlike my house's Master House, where everything is light and the color scheme stays in the range of whites and grays. Here, there's more of a rustic feel.

With dark wood, instead of tile flooring, and furniture littered around with dark leather covers.

Our furniture is all over the place. Doesn't follow any sort of theme, especially not the white and sleek one.

Couches and chairs range from red, to black, to wood, to plush, to leather. It's all over the place.

The sleekness was more my parents' vibe. When my aunt and uncle came in, it was lost a bit in the new additions of furniture.

I wonder if it ever had to be described in a book, if the narrator would bash it for its inconsistencies.

I guess, we'll never know.

Anyway, I am getting high off Wolfie's scent, because I'm not always this scatter-brained.

Am I?

Anyway, we reached the typical big wooden doors that always indicate a leader's office, and Wolfie let himself in.

We walked in on an older version of himself behind the desk. Seriously, him exactly. It was freaky.

They're literally the same person. His father just has blue eyes and slightly lighter hair, compared to Wolfie's solid coal black waves. It's also gelled back in a way that screams ADDULT. And Wolfie's is just lying every-which-way in a fashion that screams SMOKIN' HOT.

Aside from that, werewolves age slowly compared to other species, similar us vampires, so his son looks like an exact freaking replica of him, with just slight indications to tip you off. Like, Wolfie has a skinnier face, no facial hair and minimal to no scarring. His father, on the other hand, isn't quite as clean shaven and the bags under his eyes are... Well, there. Those don't really come up with young werewolves, unless they're in some pretty crappy conditions. His face is also decorated with small marks that show he most likely fought in The Blood War.

Other than small things like that, I have no way to tell how old he is. He honestly looks late twenties. Considering Wolfie is his kid and he's like...

Dammit!

How do I not know these things?!

This is ridiculous. I should know how old my mate is!

"Son, you're back."

Oh yeah, the older Wolfie behind the desk actually has something to discuss.

Wait... Behind the desk?

What is he doing behind Wolfie's desk?

I mean, yeah, we call them Alpha and Luna and treat them with the upmost respect. But they don't sit behind the actual Alpha's desk.

Especially with the alpha himself standing on the other side of it.

I looked at Wolfie with a slightly furrowed brow. It would make sense if it was the retired alpha's office, but I specifically remember Wolfie saying it's his. "Hello, father."

Everything started slowly clicking into place.

"What do you have to report?"

Oh... He's that dad. Common amongst alpha blood lines.

Sometimes, they'er so attached(entitled) to their position, even when they've given it up to their successor, they cling to it, and try to maintain the roll.

It's always sort of an uncomfortable sight.

But does this mean this whole ordeal was his father's doing?

"Everything went exactly according to plan, like I knew it would," Wolfie responded with a slight bite.

Oh, so replaceing your mate was the Second of the house you're taking over was all part of the plan?

"Well, for all I know, 'according to plan' could mean getting half the pack killed and wiping out the entirety of House Crimson, considering you failed to run it by both me and your mother," His father hissed back with clenched teeth.

Welp, definitely not his doing.

And looks like we've got a little rebel on our hands.

Which makes sense, since Silver Moon Pack has always been pretty chill in the past, so it didn't really add up why they were suddenly attacking.

But what does add up, is the inauguration of a new and very naive alpha being taken advantage of by some older and more douchebag-esque alphas.

I already had the idea swirling around from some of the names that popped up in his paper work and who he made meaningful eye contact with at the Leadership Gala. The comment by his father only solidifies my theory. His fun loving puppy like personality with literally everyone other than me, was also a huge tip.

Poor baby just fell into the wrong crowd.

This is why I can't just destroy his pack! They're innocent in the matter!

But I've already got the slow decrease in their incoming supplies up and running, so it shouldn't be long before it starts making a difference, and I start getting results.

"Well father, 'according to plan'," Wolfie forced out.

These two aren't each other's favorite people, are they? At least, not in the work

I turned my head when a beautiful woman with Wolfie's pitch black hair and grey eyes walked in.

She must be the Luna.

Neither of the boys paid her much mind as Wolfie continued, "Means I invaded and took over House Crimson with zero casualties on either side."

The newcomer to the conversation wasted no time in responding. She nodded, "No casualties is good."

Her eyes flickered to me. "And who is this young lady?" She asked her son.

I was about to reply for myself, but Wolfie beat me to it, "She's the former Second of House Crimson," He told them with his head held high.

She looked between the two of us, "Oh, you've actually managed to keep the house?" She asked with eyebrows raised in surprise.

I let out a snort.

Wolfie furrowed his brows and his lips fell in a little frown.

Aw, he's a mamma's boy and even mamma knows how dumb this is. This must be a real bubble burster for him.

"Yes!" He snapped, still pouting.

"For now," I smirked.

Both alphas and luna turned their gaze to me. Wolfie looks like he wants to strangle me and the others look uncomfortable. They know their son is inexperienced. "I'm just giving him a chance to rectify his mistakes," I shrug.

I know I'm getting a little cocky, but Wolfie hasn't exactly proven that he's a threat.

The luna raised her brow, "And why would you do that?"

Wolfie didn't want them to know, did he?

Oh well, I'm not gonna refuse the Luna herself.

"Oh, because we're mates," I smiled.

"Maria!"

Oh, my name on his lips. . . I need to get into trouble more often.

His parents immediately wore shocked expressions.

"I told you not to -"

"Wait..." His father put his hand up and leaned forward in his seat. He looked at Wolfie, then at me, then back. "Maria... Crimson?" He gritted out.

Oh... I felt a slow grin creep on my face. This meeting might go even better than I imagined.

Wolfie nodded with a confused face.

But his parents know exactly what this means.

The grin widened.

His mother face palmed herself.

His father closed his eyes and let out a slow, calming breath.

HA! As much as I hate doing it, throwing names around sure does get s**t done!

We were dismissed (from his own office, mind you) by his father shaking his head into the hand that was rubbing his temples. "Just get out. We'll talk about this later. You're stressing me out."

HA!

This is hilarious.

Wolfie might not know squat, but his parents know what's up. I can respect that.

"I told you not to say anything!" Wolfie hollered as we got farther down the hall.

I shrugged innocently, "She wanted to know. It would be rude not to answer truthfully," I batted my eyelashes up at him.

He huffed with an intense eye roll. "Whatever, I have some people I need to introduce you to," he yanked me closer to him by the arm, "and don't say anything this time," he gripped it tighter, "or there will be consequences."

Ooh, scary.