Daughter of oblivion: Claimed by four alpha(s)-Chapter 186 - 183: Master Derek
Armand and Alaric got to their apartment in Armand’s car. The day had been long, and ever since the call Felicia made at the cafeteria, unease had settled deep in Armand’s chest. He’d tried calling her again and again, but he got no reply. That alone made his jaw clench.
Alaric was the first to step out of the car, slamming the door shut harder than necessary. Armand followed, his movements controlled, his face unreadable as usual. They walked inside without a word.
The moment the door closed behind them, the air shifted. Someone else was already there.
Seated comfortably in the living room like he owned the place was their master.
Armand didn’t so much react. His face remained calm, carved from stone.
Alaric, on the other hand, stiffened instantly. His jaw tightened as his hand curled into fist.
The master leaned back in the chair, crossing one leg over the other, completely at ease. He glanced between them, lips curled into a faint smile.
"You both don’t look very happy to see me."
Armand’s voice was cool. "What are you doing here?"
The man chuckled softly. "Is that how you welcome your master after such a long journey?"
Alaric scoffed, patience snapping. "Drop the act and get to the point. We’re not in the mood for your theatrics."
That made the master laugh, mockingly.
"So bold," he said. "You grow wings, learn to fly on your own, and now you look at me like I’m your equal?"
His gaze sharpened as he continued, voice hardening. "Anyway, that’s not why I’m here. I’m here to take both of you home."
Armand and Alaric exchanged a look.
Then they burst into laughter, like he just told the most ridiculous joke ever.
The smile on the master’s face vanished.
The room fell silent as abruptly as the laughter had started.
Alaric was the first to speak, his voice deadly calm. "Has our mother been healed yet?"
Master Derek’s jaw clenched. "That’s not why I’m here."
Armand stepped forward slowly, eyes narrowing. "Answer the damn question, master."
Derek exhaled sharply. "I was ordered to bring you back. That’s all you need to know."
Armand closed the distance between them until they stood toe to toe, his presence suffocating.
"There is no home without the Queen," he said coldly. "And you know that. We find her daughter first."
Derek’s eyes flickered. "It was the Queen’s order herself."
Alaric laughed darkly. "Funny. Because if she were well enough to give orders, you wouldn’t be standing here."
Derek’s expression hardened. "Do you really think the girl you’re searching for... do you honestly think her father will let you take her?"
Silence materialised into the room.
Then Alaric stepped forward, voice low and dangerous. "Then we’ll take her the hard way."
Derek ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "Blood for blood?" he asked incredulously. "Do you have any idea who you’re up against? You won’t even step foot into his domain before his allies tear you apart."
Armand didn’t hesitate. "I don’t care."
His eyes burned. "That girl is our sister. And whether her father likes it or not, we will find her. For the Queen."
Derek studied them for a long moment, then nodded slowly. "It’s time to go. Both of you."
Armand didn’t move. "We’re not leaving."
Alaric folded his arms. "She’s the only one who can heal the Queen."
Derek’s voice dropped. "I don’t want to do this the hard way."
Alaric smiled... a sharp, humorless smile.
"Oh, don’t worry," he said calmly. "We’re prepared for that."
The room pulsed with tension.
Anger boiled in Derek’s veins, hot and uncontrollable, but beneath it was an undeniable fear. He could feel it clawing up his spine, tightening his chest. He had faced countless enemies, and crushed rebellions without blinking.
But them?
Armand stood still, power coiled beneath his skin like a sleeping beast. Alaric, on the other hand, wore chaos openly, violence flickering in his eyes, waiting for the smallest excuse to erupt.
Derek clenched his fists. He could fight one of them. After all, he was the one that trained them.
But both of them together? That’s almost impossible.
Even as their master, even with all his experience, he had always feared their wrath. Not because they were stronger alone, but because together, they were unstoppable. Two halves of the same destruction.
Derek exhaled sharply, the sound rough, defeated.
He straightened, forcing authority into his posture even as he felt it slipping through his fingers.
"This defiance," he said tightly, "will not go unpunished."
Armand didn’t blink. "We’re counting on it."
Derek’s jaw tightened. He turned toward the door, stopping just before leaving. Without looking back, he spoke,his voice heavy with warning.
"Find your sister if you must," he said. "But know this, once you cross that line... there will be no turning back."
Alaric’s reply was immediate.
"We crossed it the moment mom started dying."
Derek closed his eyes for half a second, then opened the door. As he said lastly as hestepped out, "Pray," he said coldly, "that the girl is worth the war you’re about to start."
After the door shit completely.
Alaric was the first to move. He let out a slow breath, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off the lingering presence of Derek.
"Fucking bastard," he muttered. "Still thinks fear works on us."
Armand remained where he was, eyes fixed on the door Derek had exited through. His expression was unreadable, but the tension in his jaw said enough.
"He’s not wrong about one thing," Armand said quietly. "This will start a war."
Alaric scoffed. "It already has. He’s just late to realize it."
Armand finally turned to face him. "You know what happens if we take her from her father."
Alaric’s gaze darkened. "I know exactly what happens."
He stepped closer, voice lowering. "And I’d do it again and again. Atleast for the Queen."
Armand’s lips pressed into a thin line. "She’s our sister," he said, the words heavy. "And she doesn’t even know we exist."
Alaric laughed softly, but there was no humor in it.
"Yeah. And yet she’s the only one who can save our mother. Funny how fate likes to play games."
