Chapter 8

Jasmine could hear voices bargaining as they drew closer to his chamber.

The narrow route that led there gave the hint that the chamber was intended to be hidden.

Jasmine took a deep breath before walking into the chamber door.

The room had its roof built with granite. The walls were entirely line up with bricks.

Unlike the main house, the chamber was an unornamented stone room. The thrones themselves was completely made of rock.

Jasmine scorned at the chambers lack of style and wondered who the lesser throne was for?

At two adjacent positions of the chamber, series of chairs were occupied by six subordinates who awaited the arrival of Derrick.

The subordinates arose on their feet as Derrick and Jasmine walked through their midst.

Jasmine could hear the men gossip about her beauty. She made a flatter with her hair to rest behind her, just to show off.

That action of hers, made their hearts race uncontrollably.

"Alpha Derrick has a sense of good thirst" one of the men with a red hair commented. His grinned teeth, did not show that he meant those words.

"Speak nothing about her, else alpha Derrick would have your throat slit off" another with a long gray hair warned.

They waited until Derrick ascended the throne, before making a bow.

Jasmine was still in a standing position. She had all eyes staring at her including Derrick who was staring furiously at her.

"Uh um!" Derrick alerted her with his insincere cough.

His gaze gave her the impression that she was supposed to be seated. Being the stubborn lady that she was, she ignored him.

The seated subordinates, did not fail to express their shocks at her behavior.

Their exclamations were in whispers.

"Is something wrong?" Derrick asked her.

"Of course! Everything is wrong" she replied.

"Spit out the wrongs then?" he ordered.

"Why is they no woman in this room?" She began with the question, while her eyes gave the seated crew a daring look.

"Why do I feel like the lunar before us, is against the law of men?" The red hair fellow made the opinion.

"That is because she is…" another tried replying but was disrupted by a "Shhh!" It was from a curly black-haired miniature. Their whispers were becoming loud, and so he had to warn.

He was termed miniature because he was unable to transform into a wolf. Many even doubted whether he had the abilities of a werewolf, since he exhibited none.

The position of council member, was passed onto him by his late father who was a member as well.

"This has been the law since time, that only the male should seat as the council of the ruling alpha" Derrick recited before the Jasmine.

"You are the ruling alpha now, aren't you? Well then, make your own rules" she suggested.

"What is written" Derrick stated.

"No it is not. This place lacks a modern design.

"I will not have you say another word!" Derrick barked at her rudeness.

She stormed out of the chamber room immediately without looking back at them.

Her feet paced quickly while her eyes looked for possible exits our of the pack house.

From what her father told her about the pack house, the house possesses two exits. The main exit and a secret passage.

All she hoped for, was finding the main door.

As she walked quickly, she could see approaching guest coming towards her. She took a different turn to avoid them, but they kept following her.

They were definitely given orders to catch her.

Jasmine made a run for it, while she was being chased by her accompanists.

Rambling like a wanderer in the place, she decided to relinquish from fleeing.

She made a frown to the omegas that chased her. She believed that they were no match for her, and so she had no reason to flee from them.

They watched as her veins boiled visibly, they knew what they were in for, a fight.

They all made a groan that showed forth their pointy fangs. Their yellow eyes glowed while their feet restrained from taking the first step.

Her legs ran forward towards them like the wind, but she was pulled backwards by a forceful wind.

She felt her wrist heavy, and that was when she saw a bracelet on it.

She was unable to exercise her powers any longer.

Furthermore, she struggled to get the bracelet off, but she was powerless against it.

"There's no use trying, it won't come off" Derrick informed while he showed his appearance.

"You won't get away with this, my father would have your neck clipped off" she boasted.

"I understand you have high expectations of your father, but in the pack house, we speak nothing on that devious Lycan" Derrick gave the orders.

"Why don't you just admit it? That you are only jealous of him?" Jasmine accused him mockingly.

He snapped his fingers in annoyance, and in no time; they were in his chambers again.

***

Chris stretched his body gently to wake up from the bed. He felt one of his hand stiff.

As his eyes observed what held his hand back, he exclaimed loudly.

He struggled to get out of the handcuff and eventually yelled "Tyler!".

Bruce rushed into the room as he heard Chris yelled.

He was equally shocked to see his brother handcuffed to the bed.

"Who did this to you?" Bruce interrogated.

"Who else would do this to me? Just get me out of this trap!" Chris commanded.

"Oh okay!"

Bruce went closer to Chris and began pulling his hand from the cuff.

Chris kept yelling because it hurt him.

"Just stop it!" He yelled and pushed Bruce away quickly.

"Just get me pliers" Chris demanded. Bruce went away quickly to get the pliers.

Chris used his free hand to search for his phone, but unfortunately couldn't find it. He grinned and tightened his fist, and then he yelled the name "Tyler" once more.

Bruce took a lot of time, before returning with pliers.

The cuff, required maximum effort before getting it off.

The brothers tried their best and eventually cut through the cuff later on, just at the dying minute.

Chris jerked up from bed, he had gotten more furious over Tyler's behavior and was determined to track him.

He pulled out his gun and cracked it on.