Babel Novel
167
Ralton Pack
Alpha’s office.
Alpha Blake sat cross-legged in his official chair, slightly spinning it after dialling a number.
Less than a minute later, the other party answered, “Good afternoon, Alpha Blake!”
“Go straight to the point, Alterio,” the Alpha King said impatiently.
“Finn Syner’s been located. He’s hiding in the human territory at an old, widowed woman’s home in a remote village, faking amnesia,”
The Alpha looked unbothered, “Mhm?”
“Your son’s whereabouts are still unknown, but we’re trying our best to locate him. Also, our men have gathered that the Olmpha and her mate aren’t travelling with the Blood Star group. Should we capture them for you, Alpha?”
“No need. They don’t even count as hostages. Find the Olmpha’s whereabouts. Don’t do anything to her; Just capture her mate and kill him if he dares to resist. I will wait for her to come to play with me tomorrow,” Alpha Blake said with a sinister tone.
“Noted, Alpha!”
With that, the scowling Alpha cut the call and commenced reading through a document that needed his signature. But he just couldn’t focus and put down the document after a few minutes with a sigh.
He thought, ‘Having one child is indeed an issue. Since Chase’s been so excellent and I didn’t want the bloody fight for the throne between siblings, I decided to stick with having just one son, my heir. But now, look what’s happened! At this rate, I can be considered childless. Anita can no longer give me a son ready to inherit my throne. I guess I’ll find someone else younger in secret and after 20 years, I’ll present my heir. In the meantime, I can continue enjoying the benefits of being Alpha again,’
He spun the chair around severally while smiling to himself.
“I reduced that father of yours to something below me. You’re just a bird who grew wings, Lavana. You think you have the upper hand already just because you have nine tails and can turn invisible?” he sneered, “I’ll let you see tomorrow that I’m not Blake Remington for nothing,”
He started laughing evilly as he envisioned how the Olmpha would miserably die by his hands, just like her father.
“It seems the honour of dealing with Olmphas is reserved for me alone and who am I to refuse? Hahaha!”
***
Afternoon,
Light Wiz Kingdom.
After breakfast, Queen Valeria had excitedly taken Lavana out on a tour of the wiz kingdom. She compelled Phoenix to accompany the King in his study in attending to pressing kingdom matters.
But after hours of assisting him, Phoenix made up an excuse to leave and began to look for Lavana. He finally found her in a famous dance studio in the kingdom where Lavana had long been outshowed by the queen and little Beatrix.
It was then his mate knew where the little girl’s dancing skills came from. The Queen was reluctant to let go of her daughter-in-law but with the promise to see her again soon, Phoenix was allowed to bring his mate to his mansion, which was the third biggest in the palace.
…
Phoenix room.
As they entered, Lavana marvelled at how posh and spacious it was.
“Wow! Your room could fit a thousand people!” she exclaimed with broadened eyes.
“You’re exaggerating. It won’t fit that many people,” Phoenix controverted.
“It will, no matter their body size. And this bed is so big and spacious. I bet 15 people can lie on it without issues,”
“Anything you say, honey,” he knew if he said it’s not that big, his mate would pout. Better to agree with whatever she says. If she thinks something is nice or big, then it is.
Lavana walked to the window and opened it. She was met with the beautiful sight and amazing smell of lavender flowers planted in seven rows in the backyard garden.
He walked to her who already looked very pleased, hands in his pockets, “I had them planted before the competition. And my servants sped up their growth. You like them?”
“I do. Thank you so much!” she stood on her toes to gift him a quick kiss. Afterwards, they admired the view for a while before shutting the window. Then his happy mate ran to the other end of the room toward something that got her attention.
A black, long wooden vase on the floor with intricate golden patterns all around it. In it were artificial golden branches and silver flowers that looked real from afar.
“Phoenix, this vase is beautiful. And it looks priceless too. Is it an antique?”
“Em, it’s not really an antique. I had my butler get it from the wiz market about a week ago. I don’t really care much about decorations. Before now, my place was the plainest of all mansions in the royal palace but well…” he shrugged, “I can’t have you come and stare at empty walls, right?
She smilingly nodded, “Right, thank you for your effort,”
“No need to thank me, dear. It’s what I should do. Anything to make you happy,”
“Okay. Here’s your reward,” she slightly levitated and delivered a peck on his forehead.
“Can you go lower a bit?” he requested.
“Nope,” she flatly declined and made for something else that got her attention- a large painting of an auburn-haired lady in a brown t-shirt and white skirt hung on the wall. She couldn’t make out the features though.
“Did Beatrix make this?” she asked, trying to suppress the mirth. It’s not nice to laugh at someone’s efforts…
He shook his head, “I did. I didn’t pay much attention to my teacher in that aspect so…”
“You did well. In fact, it’s the best painting I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s… It’s one of a kind….”
Phoenix interrupted her, “Stop praising me. I know you want to laugh. It’s an insult to the eyes, just say so!”
“Mate, who did you draw?” Lavana asked, trying her utmost to not let a laugh slip.
“Well… It’s your mother-in-law,” Phoenix disclosed.
“What?” Lavana exclaimed. She looked at the painting and recalled what the Queen looked like. In no way did the figure in this painting bear a resemblance with her!
“Are you sure?” she couldn’t help asking again with a tone of disbelief.
He nodded in response and she covered her mouth to let out a titter which soon became a hearty laugh.
“Sorry. It’s just… so unbelievable,”
“Even now, I still can’t believe the queen made me hang it in my room to date as punishment,” Phoenix said with a cross look.
“Oh dear. It’s not that bad, honestly. You tried. I can’t even draw, let alone paint. So you did well,” she said soothingly.
With an eyebrow lifted, he answered, “Oh? But I drew her mouth in a crooked manner and her left eye was bigger than the right, hell, even one hand was longer than the other, and I gave her one bow leg. You really think ‘it’s not that bad’?”
“Phoenix…” Lavana successfully restrained her laughter and asked, “When did you paint this?”
“When I was 16,” he replied with a mumpish tone.
“Come on, don’t be mad,” she appealed. “I’m sorry for laughing. I promise I won’t do it again,” she solemnly added.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.
He turned away, “I’m not mad at you. It’s natural to laugh. I’m just… ashamed that I didn’t recall to hide it,”
“Baby,” she walked up to him and hugged him from behind, “You don’t need to be ashamed of what you did in the past. No matter what, I’ll stick to you,”
“I haven’t improved that much in art since then,”
“It doesn’t matter, Sullivan. I love you for you, not for your talents or dual identity,”
“That makes me happy you know. I do have paintings of you though. Interested in having a look?”
She stopped hugging him and turned him to face her. Then she cupped his face in her palms before replying, “Yes dear. And I promise, I won’t laugh this time,”
“Okay,” he took out a scroll from his spatial ring and gave it to her.