No sooner had he arrived than a maid rushed up to me.
“Miss Elara, your father, is requesting for your presence at the great hall,” she said quietly.
I nodded and dismissed her. If I didn’t honour my father’s call, it’d be disrespectful. Drawing in a deep breath, I started towards the great hall. As soon as I entered, Cyrus who had been kneeling in front of my father suddenly rose to his feet, and came to me, his face the picture of contritely.
“Elara!” Cyrus breathed but I avoided his gaze and continued moving as if he hadn’t just called my name. “Darling, I know I hurt you,” he continued. “But I am here to make things right. Our packs need this alliance, and I… I need you too".
“Father,” I bowed when I reached my dad. “You called for me".
My father nodded giving me a tender look. “Yes dear,” he nodded “Alpha Cyrus, came looking for you and was sprawled on the floor making a fool of himself, insisting he will not leave until you grant him audience".
I turned to Cyrus now but still silent, my impassive mask in place. Immediately, he rushed to where I was and tried to reach for my hand but I cringed and moved back.