Small Smile


    Darius‘ p.o.v.


    Camus wants to kill her, I want to kill <b>her</b>, Cyran wants to kill her, Daxton wants to kill her.


    Camus growls the moment I try to think of her as my Motlier, she lost that right when she chose to betray Daxton. To Camus, she will only be known as Madeline, for me, it will take a few days to get that sorted out.


    <b>“</b><b>Can </b>we head up to the Beta floor, Little One?” Daxton ask and Das grabs our hands without a word, leading us out of the <b>room</b><b>. </b>


    The second the door closes behind us, Daxton lifts Das to his arms and walks over to the couch in the living room. He sits down on the couch with Das in his arms, but after moving around for a few seconds he gets up and heads to the master bedroom.


    “We need another couch, that damn thing is ufortable” Daxton growls as he sits down on the bed.


    Das has a wicked smile on her face and I chuckle as I remember her words about our interior. If we want to make <b>this </b><b>a </b>home, we need to shop for new furniture and fast.


    I crawl onto the bed to sit next to my Brother, pulling Das legs onto myp and we sit there for a while without speaking.


    “Are you okay, Daxton?” I ask my Brother, I can feel his emotions running on a rollercoaster and I hope that talking about it will make him calm down.


    “Not sure. I never understood why she treated us differently, but after years of trying to please her I just gave up. I did what I wanted to do and the only opinion I cared about was yours, you were the one constant in my life.


    I learned to ignore her voice, her taunts and her demands. Inever <b>thought </b>that she would have gone as far as she did, I can’t wrap my head around the pain that she caused and truthfully, I don’t want to think about it anymore.” Daxton answers me.


    Das is snuggled close to Daxton’s chest, her head resting on his shoulder and one of her hands tangled <b>in </b>his hair at the back of his head.


    “I want to get to know our Mate, I want to support her during the trial and then I want to start a family. Maybe redo the Beta floor before we start a family, because that couch is horrible.” Daxton states and I see a content look on Das‘ face.


    It still bothers me that Madeline knew about the Synxapine and how a victim could lose their memories forever. I doubt that Dad would have told her about such a drug, he <b>was </b>always very careful about the information he shared ording to our former Alpha.


    Dad could even hide certain things from our former Alpha<b>, </b><b>even </b>though Dad could make it sound as if he had told him everything.


    “What happened to your Father’s personal belongings after he died? Did <b>Madeline </b>take everything with her?” Das suddenly asks.


    “No, in one of the rooms on the other end of our floor are boxes with everything that was packed up after Dad died. Most of it belonged to dad, but there might still be a box or two with stuff that belonged to one of us.” I


    answer her.


    Daxton and I weren’t even born when our Father died, but to us he has always been Dad and I doubt that will ever change.


    Preston told us <b>about </b>the boxes on the Beta floor, and after getting permission from Beta ke, we took a look at the boxes that were stored in that room.


    Beta ke took over our Father’s position on the condition hat he could hand it <b>over </b>to us when the time arrived, he is Preston’s Uncle and never had the stomach for the politics that are involved with having a high rank.


    Carl is his son and he only gets trained for the Alpha position In case of an emergency. As a Pack’s leadership, <b>you </b>have to cover all bases and having someone ready to take over your position is vital.


    Our recement is receiving his training from his Father, He wanted to stay with his family for as long as possible and now I doubt he will <b>ever </b>have to take over our position.


    “Can I take a look at those boxes? Just in case, I need to take my mind off the trial for a few hours, maybe I can <b>find </b>out how Madeline knew about the Synxapine.” <b>Das </b>asks.


    “Did you read my mind?” I ask teasingly. “I was thinking something along those lines, because from what we heard about Dad, he would have never told Madeline about the drugs.”


    We both look at Daxton as we hear soft snoring and I hear Das giggle as he <b>pulls </b>her a little closer, I have never seen my Brother this rxed before.


    “He is finally at peace<b>, </b>his memory hase back and he has his Mate in his arms.” I say to Das, while Jean my head against the headboard.


    She reaches out her hand to ce it against my cheek and cover it with my own <b>hand</b><b>, </b>pressing it against my face just a bit tighter.


    We talk about ke, Carl and our Cousin, because she wants to understand how Silver Eclipse Pack managed after our Father died. She wants to understand how Preston saw the future of his Pack, who would take over if there wasn’t an heir for a certain position.


    Das understands more about a Pack’s hierarchy <b>than </b>I had thought, but then again she is a Squad Captain for a reason and I doubt dumb <b>would </b>be one of the requirements


    “What do you think Preston will do about Danie?” She asks me out of the blue and for a second I am <b>too </b>stunned to answer.


    “Uhm, at the very least he wants to know how much she knew about Madeline’s <b>ns</b>. Even though I doubt that she was aware of any of it, you saw the way she looked as the truth was unraveled.” I answer her.


    Madeline and Sage were the culprits and Danie was just a dumb pawn. I am unsure <b>what </b>I would do about Danie, if I had to make the decisions and I doubt Daxton would have the answer.


    I feel Das<b>‘ </b>hand slide down my <b>face </b>and with a slight thuc it falls to my chest. Our Little Mate is sleeping, at small smile on her face.