Xavier’s eyes go wide for a moment before he schools his expression. He watches, a little bit in awe, as Rowan heads down to the stage. He chuckles to himself about the comment regarding Killian. He leans forward to prop his head up on the table, the wheels in his brain turning with the new information.
Aethel gives each winner a handshake before handing them their contracts. These aren’t the real thing, but it did look like an official document such as a marriage license or degree do. Some people even framed them from past events.
“And that concludes our auction tonight! We hope to see you again next time and don’t forget to grab yourself a party favor on your way out!” The bags had items to help an Omega through heat.
“As for you two… if you don’t mind sticking around, we can get the real contracts all done up in the office. My father likes to personally greet our winners.” Aethel tells the Rowan and the other winner, motioning for them to follow him.
Xavier stands up as they pass his table.
“I’ll make sure Killian knows where you are.” He tells Rowan, his tone not as gruff as it usually is. Could what Rowan told him make the Beowulf Alpha like him more?
Aethel leads them out of the amphitheater and down a long hallway. When he arrives outside his father’s office, he notices the door ajar - something unusual for the clan leader to do.
“Ah, gentlemen, if you don’t mind just waiting in the hallw-” A scream and the sound of dishes breaking has Aethel running into the office.
One of the serving girls is there, hands over her mouth as the tray with cups and tea lays shattered on the floor. In his gigantic chair behind his desk is the Beowulf clan leader, his throat sliced. Moments later he can hear Xavier running down the hall, about to ask if Killian had already made his way back to Rowan.
