Chapter 47: The Grand Children
A sudden, frantic knocking cut Jethru off mid-sentence.
The sharp, hurried raps shattered the stillness of the house, their urgency undeniable.
Everyone froze.
Jethru’s muscles tensed like coiled steel. Beside him, Lara’s fingers twitched toward the dagger strapped to her waist. Reya and Sandoz exchanged wary glances, while even little Omega, mid-bite, sat frozen, her wide eyes darting to the door.
A gust of wind rattled the wooden shutters, the house groaning in protest.
Then—another round of pounding. More forceful this time.
Whoever was outside wasn’t just knocking. They were demanding entry.
Lara moved first, her footsteps soundless as she approached the door. The hinges groaned as she wrenched it open just in time—any later, and it would have splintered under the assault.
Standing before her was a rotund, potbellied man, his round face slick with sweat. His beady eyes widened in astonishment as they traveled up her imposing form. Though not particularly tall by a man’s standards, Lara loomed over him like a shadow, making him seem smaller and weaker.
The man’s attire—a rich fabric tunic and polished boots—stood in stark contrast to the dilapidated state of the house behind her. He looked as out of place as a king in a beggar’s den.
His gaze flickered past Lara, scanning the dim room. His eyes landed on Alpha, who shifted uneasily in the corner. The moment stretched, thick with tension, before the man’s voice rang out, sharp and indignant.