Mated To The Beastly Alpha
Chapter 50

Liam approached Lilian's chambers with a growing sense of annoyance and weariness. He longed to spend more time with Nicole to revel in their newfound connection.

But it seemed that fate had other plans, constantly throwing distractions in his path. His wolf was on the edge, its agitation fueling his own short temper. He silently hoped that no one would dare to rile him up further, especially his sister. As he made his way to Lilian's room, he could already hear the echoes of her tantrum reverberating through the halls. The sound grated on his nerves, intensifying the tension that had built up within him. He had to address the situation. He couldn't ignore his responsibilities as the Alpha, no matter how much he wished to be elsewhere. Determined to maintain control, he reached out through their mind link and contacted James.

James, accompanied me to Lilian's chambers, he conveyed- his mental tone clipped and curt. I could use some support.

James's response was swift. Of course, Alpha. I'll be there in a moment.

To his relief, James appeared at his side in a matter of moments, his presence easing some of the tension coiling within him.

They exchanged brief pleasantries, engaging in small talk as they walked through the corridors toward Lilian's room. Liam appreciated the distraction. It was indeed a momentary respite from the mounting frustration he was feeling. James, always perceptive, seemed to sense his state of mind and offered a few lighthearted anecdotes, attempting to lighten up the mood.

As they walked, their conversation shifted to the pressing matters concerning the pack and the imminent full moon. The air was heavy with anticipation and the knowledge that their preparations for the upcoming witch attacks needed to be flawless. "So, James, how are the preparations for the full moon coming along?" Liam inquired, his voice tinged with concern and determination. He was trying to dismiss the panging need to ignore the world and go back to Nicole.

James straightened his posture, his gaze focused and alert. "We're making progress, Alpha. The pack members have been training rigorously, honing their skills and fortifying our defenses.

The idea of introducing sentinels was perfect. The sentinels chosen have been diligent in scouting the perimeter, ensuring that we're aware of any potential threats. It also helps that they are less susceptible to magic,"

Liam nodded with a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. "Good. The safety of our pack is paramount, especially during these uncertain times. We need to remain vigilant and prepared for anything the witch may throw at us." Liam knew he was creating a distraction, and James bought it- he had always taken everything concerning the security of the pack seriously.

James's voice took on a serious tone as he continued, his dedication to his role very evident. "The warriors have been practising their combat techniques, particularly those aimed at countering the witches' magic.

We've also been working on strengthening our mental shields as well to resist their mind control and manipulation."

Liam's eyes narrowed as he mulled over their strategy. "That's crucial. We can't afford to let the witches infiltrate our ranks or weaken our resolve. Make sure everyone understands the importance of maintaining their mental defenses."

James nodded in agreement, a sense of determination and responsibility emanating from him. "I've emphasized the need for constant vigilance, both in physical combat and mental fortitude. The pack is aware of the risks and the sacrifices we may need to make to protect our home."

Liam's expression hardened, "We can't let them win, James. We won't let them destroy everything we've built. Our pack is strong, and we'll face these witches head-on."

James responded, his voice laced with an unwavering loyalty, "We stand with you, Alpha. We won't back down. The pack is ready to fight, to defend our territory and our way of life."

A brief moment of silence hung between them, filled with the weight of their responsibilities and the collective determination of their pack. The impending battles loomed before them, but their unity and resilience fueled their resolve. Liam's voice broke the silence, resolutely, "We'll face this full moon with steadfast courage, James. The witches won't know what hit them."

James nodded, a flicker of admiration in his eyes. "Together, we will emerge victorious. I know what you're doing, Liam."

Smirking, Liam shrugged, and they had already arrived at Lilian's door.

"Well played, my friend. Well played."

Liam would have laughed if they hadn't been at Lilian's door. The commotion within grew louder, and Liam's patience wore thin. He gritted his teeth, willing himself to maintain composure in the face of his sister's tantrums.

James stood by his side as a silent pillar of support just as Liam raised his hand to knock on the door. Before his knuckles could make contact, however, the door swung open, revealing Lilian in a state of disarray, her eyes filled with tears and anger. "What took you so long?" she snapped, her voice dripping with disdain. "I demand to be returned to my pack immediately!"

Liam fought the urge to snap back, reminding himself of the importance of maintaining his composure. He glanced at James, silently conveying his appreciation for his presence. James offered a reassuring nod, a silent reminder that they were in this together. "Lilian, please calm down," Liam said, his voice firm but tinged with underlying exhaustion. "Returning to your pack is not a viable option at the moment. It's not safe."

Lilian growled and shut the door in his face. Liam's wolf lost control and raged in his head. It took all the self-control to hold it back. Noticing Liam's internal struggle, James stepped forward.

"Lilian. Open the door." James growled, his eyes flashing gold.

The protests and screams ceased for a moment before Lilian's voice, filled with defiance and frustration, responded. "I don't want to talk to you! Just go away!"

Liam's jaw clenched as he laid hold of his thin temper. He exchanged a glance with James, who offered a nod of silent support. Steeling himself, Liam decided to enter the room regardless of his sister's protests.

As the door swung open, revealing Lilian's disheveled appearance and tear-stained face, Liam's heart sank. Despite their differences and the strain in their relationship, he still cared for her and wanted to protect her.

"Lilian, we need to talk," he stated firmly, his voice laced with a mixture of authority and concern. "I understand that you're upset, but this behavior won't solve anything."

Lilian crossed her arms defiantly, and her eyes bore a mixture of anger and sorrow. "You never understand, Liam! You're always so busy with your precious pack. You never have time for me!"

Liam's frustration simmered beneath the surface, but he forced himself to remain calm. "I have responsibilities, Lilian, just like you. But that doesn't mean I don't care. We're in the middle of a crisis, and I need you to understand the gravity of the situation." Lilian's shoulders slumped, her anger momentarily replaced by a flicker of vulnerability. "I just... I feel so lost, Liam. I don't know where I belong anymore. Everything is changing, and I don't know how to handle it."

Liam's heart softened, his anger dissipating as he approached his sister. He reached out, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. "I know it's difficult, Lilian. But we're family, and we'll get through this together. I promise."

Lilian's tears flowed freely now, her defenses crumbling in the face of her brother's understanding. "I'm scared, Liam. Scared of losing you, of losing everything."

Liam held onto Lilian, holding her tightly. "You're not going to lose me, Lilian. I'll always be here for you, no matter what. We'll face whatever challenges that come our way as a family."

Lilian's eyes narrowed as she stared in defiance and desperation, "Lies. Lies, Liam. I don't believe any of this anymore! Not after you stopped caring. I want to be in my pack with my people. You can't keep me here against my will!"

Liam had never seen Lilian this angry or crazed in a long while, and it pained him to witness her in such a state. Her words cut through the tension, each one fueled by frustration and desperation.

"I want my pack, Liam! I want my mate!" Lilian exclaimed, her voice laced with anguish. "I can't stand being trapped here, away from them. I need to be with them!"

"Lilian, please, try to understand," Liam gritted out. "You were just attacked. The witch is still out there, a threat to all of us. It's not safe for you or your pack."

Lilian sneered, her voice dripping with frustration. "I also have a pack to care for, Liam! I have responsibilities, just like you. I miss my mate, and I can't bear to be separated from him any longer." Liam's jaw tightened, a mix of emotions swirling within him.

"Lilian, I understand your longing, but we can't afford to lose focus," Liam responded firmly, his words tinged with a touch of regret. "The witches are still a threat, and we must remain united and vigilant. I can't risk your safety or the safety of our pack." Lilian's eyes welled up with tears, her voice choked with sadness and aggressiveness. "You've changed, Liam. Ever since you met Nicole, everything has been different. You're losing sight of what truly matters!"

Liam stepped back, releasing her from the hold.

Lilian's face contorted with anger, her voice growing louder. "You always think you know what's best for me! You've never cared about what I want!"

Liam's patience began to wear thin, his jaw tightening. He fought against the rising urge to argue, to defend his actions. His wolf was on a rampage against him. It was tired of the disrespect.

"Lilian, please understand that Liam is doing what he believes is necessary to protect you," James interjected calmly, his voice carrying a note of authority. "We all have our roles to play in this war, and your safety is paramount."

Lilian glared at James, her fists clenched in frustration. Her gaze flickered momentarily towards Liam, her expression softening. "I just want to be heard, to have a say in my own life. Is that too much to ask?"

James looked away.

"Oh, please. Stop with the shit. You know quite well that my brother has lost his mind since he met that witch! The Liam I once knew would have crippled that stupid witch a long time ago!"

Liam's temper flared, and his patience was pushed to its limits. He struggled to keep his voice steady as he responded, his anger simmering beneath the surface.

"Don't you dare accuse me of losing focus, Lilian? Everything I do, I do for the pack and for our family. Nicole has brought light and love into my life, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten my responsibilities. Don't f*****g mention her." Lilian's eyes widened, and then she burst into maniacal laughter. "Love? Light? Oh, her charms got you bad, brother!"

"Silence," Liam growled, his wolf taking control as his dominance flooded the room.

Lilian rose up to the challenge as her wolf was a female alpha, but Liam held a lot of power.

They growled at each other. A heavy silence hung in the air, the tension between them almost suffocating.

Lilian snorted as she backed down, her gaze softening; sadness and resignation reflected in her eyes.

"I'm leaving this place, Liam." She said.

Liam's shoulders slumped, a sigh escaping his lips. He had to compromise, to replace a middle ground that would satisfy Lilian's yearning for her pack while ensuring her safety.

"Very well," Liam reluctantly agreed, his voice weary but resolute. "Someone will accompany you, Lilian. But promise me that you'll exercise caution and prioritize your safety above everything else."

She sneered, wanting to argue, but Liam's dominance flooded the air.

"Fine, Liam," she conceded, her voice conveying a dual feature of defiance and defeat. "I'll do as you want, but I want James to accompany me. I need someone I trust by my side."

Liam nodded. "Very well."

Instinctively, he pulled her into a hug. Wondering when things went so badly between them.

"You know I love you, right?" Lilian whispered.

"I love you too." With that, Liam reluctantly released Lilian from his embrace and turned to James, who had been standing silently by their side. He made eye contact with his chief warrior, conveying unspoken instructions and a plea to protect his sister. "James, accompany Lilian back to her pack," Liam commanded, his voice steady but twined with concern. "Ensure her safety and keep a watchful eye on her. Return as soon as you've ensured everything is secure."

James nodded, expressing absolute loyalty. "I won't let anything happen to her, Alpha. You have my word."

As James and Lilian departed, a mix of relief and unease washed over Liam. But he ignored it. He was eager to return to Nicole's warmth.