The Alpha's long lost heir
Chapter 47: The pack wants a heir

Chapter 47: The pack wants a heir

Mark walked through the large halls of the palace fuming. His experience with Nyx was still irking him.

He walked to the study room but Oberon wasn’t there.

He sighed, "Where could he have gone to?"

He left the study room and headed to the throne, he bumped into a maid.

"Where is Alpha Oberon?"

"He is in the garden with lady Selena," she replied.

He arched his brow, "Thank you," he turned to go to the garden.

He reached the garden. Oberon and Selena seemed to be having a good time. He thought it best not to intrude, so he turned around but Oberon saw him.

"Mark?"

He stopped in his tracks, "Your Majesty," he bowed.

Oberon faced Selena, "Please leave us Selena."

She nodded and left the garden.

"So, what do you have to tell me?"

Mark went forward to meet him, "Your Majesty," he sighed, "I have some news about Nyx."

"What is it?"

"She refused to come with me. When I saw her at the market, she ran away and when I went to her house, she refused to come with me."

He sighed, "Why?"

"She said, if you really wanted her to come back, you should have been there yourself."

He creased his brows, "She wants me to be there?"

He nodded, "Yes, your Majesty."

He closed his eyes and held his forehead, "This is unbelievable," he muttered.

After a while, he spoke up, "Mark."

"Yes, your Majesty?"

"I think it is best you leave her alone, since she does not want to be here, then just let it be. I do not think she needs compulsion."

Mark bit his lips, "Yes, your Majesty."

"You may leave and do not worry, I will definitely compensate you," he smiled.

Mark’s eyes brightened, "Yes your Majesty, thank you your Majesty," he grinned.

"You may go," he dismissed him.

Mark bowed and left the garden.

Oberon exhaled, "What is her problem? Did she really have to act all grumpy? Why can she not just understand something as simple as this?"

He stood up from the bench, "I guess that is a goodbye then, there is nothing I can do about it," he shook his head.

He headed into the palace, walking towards the throne room. He had a meeting.

...

"Alpha Oberon, very soon, you will have to present your heir to the pack very soon. We will have to see your heir very soon."

Oberon sighed, "There is nothing to worry about, we will bring you a heir very soon. It is not something that will happen any minute from now."

Demetrius, one of the elders, stood up, "Alpha Oberon, with all due respect, we have been waiting for this, you could not produce a heir while with Nyx, now , you claim to have found your fated mate, how come you do not have a heir yet?"

Oberon squinted his eyes, "Are you actually trying to say, I should force a heir out of my wife? Is that it?"

Demetrius shook his head, "That is not what I am saying Alpha, you know that is the custom, the time is drawing near."

Oberon gulped, "Oh goodness," he muttered.

"So, we are not forcing you as you think we are, it is the custom."

Oberon frowned, "Why can that custom not be amended?"

The elders present there gasped, "Alpha Oberon, you can not think of something like that!" Demetrius gasped.

"And why? If it inconveniences me, then I will have to change it," he shrugged.

"No, your Majesty, you can not do that!" Roshan spoke up.

"Your father, followed the tradition and presented you, you have to do the same, follow in your father’s footsteps."

Oberon was getting pissed, "What do you want me to do then? I can not produce a heir before that time!"

"Calm down your Majesty, even if your wife happens to be pregnant before then, it would be acceptable."

Oberon held his head, "How would I make her pregnant? Do you think every intercourse results to pregnancy?"

"She is your mate, she is bound to be fertile," Demetrius told him.

Oberon stared at him in disbelief, "Bound to be fertile?"

Zephyr nodded, "They are right, she is bound to be fertile, that is why she is your mate, that is just it."

Oberon was weakened by all of their statements, "When next is the heir presentation coming up?"

The elders exchanged glances, Demetrius spoke up.

"It is coming up in the next Twelve full moons."

Oberon’s eyes widened, "Twelve? That is so close!"

Demetrius nodded, "Exactly, that is why she needs to produce a heir now."

Oberon shook his head, "How do you expect me, how is.." he closed his eyes and exhaled, his head was thumping.

There was silence for a while, the elders expecting a response from him.

"Your Majesty?" Demetrius called.

"You all should please leave, I want to be alone."

They all exchanged glances, "But your..."

"Just leave, I want to be alone."

They all nodded, "Yes your Majesty."

They all bowed and left the room.

He watched them leave, "Twelve full moons.. how is that going to be possible?"

He stood up slowly, he was already feeling stressed out, "She is bound to be fertile..." He said to himself.

He left the throne room and headed to his personal chamber at once.

Selena was making over when he entered his room.

"Selena?"

She turned around, "Oberon," she smiled, she stood up with her arms spread.

He frowned, "There is no time for that, how fertile are you?"

She arched her brow, "What do you mean?"

"You heard me right, how fertile are you?"

She drew her head backwards, "Why are you asking me that question?"

He held his head, "What do you expect me to say? The elders are already breathing down my neck, they need a heir to present to the pack in the twelve full moons!"

She gasped, "Twelve full moons?!"

He nodded, "They also said if you are pregnant, it would be better too?"

She gulped, "Pregnant? In twelve full moons? How do they expect me to conceive by then?"

He sighed, "I do not know."

"I have to clear my head," he walked into the bathroom.

Selena was terrified, "I can not conceive."