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te... " "What?" Elijah's voice shut up, his tone lace with disbelief. His eyes flung wide open. "Sir. You know what this means. You've put her life in danger as she's now marked by an Alpha." Elijah explained. Once an Alpha marks his Mate, she becomes detectable and therefore a target for other kingdoms and packs. "I know Elijah. Don't you think that's why I'm here. But, for now my feelings detect she's still safe, so I can wait here atleast until she's back." "But for how long?" Elijah asked. "I don't know. There is only one way to stop all this." I said. Elijah understood immediately. "So what would you do?" he asked. I gritted my teeth's against the other. "I have to take Aria to my kingdom. That's the only place she's safe." ~Aria~ It was late, the streets outside had gone dead silent. The restaurant was alive with its usual chaos, and I was in the middle of it all, moving from one table to another and taking in orders. But... I couldn't complain could I? I've grown up with this, and for me it's just like every other day. The Green Palace, Mom's restaurant. It wasn't fancy as others but it was ours. Working my socks off here was the least I could do to help out "Here's the veggie lasagna," I said, placing the plate in front of the older woman at table six. I smiled as she thanked me, then turned to the man across from her. "And the grilled salmon for you." I barely waited for their usual compliment before I turned away and headed back toward the kitchen. My feet ached, and my arms felt like they were burning up, but I didn't let that faze me. It's not like I didn't know what I signed up when I volunteered to help Mom. "Two soups for table three and the chicken special for table five are up!" Mom's voice rang out from the kitchen. She looked focused as always when she was in the kitchen the hot steam from the boiling meat covered her face. She caught my glance and gave me a small, encouraging smile. I grabbed the bowls of soup from the counter, carefully placing them on my tray as I made my way back maneuvering through a few bodies to reach table three. A mom and her daughter sat at table three. "Here you go." I gently placed down the dishes on their table. "Thank you miss." the soft and kind voice of the little girl whistled to my ears. "It's all right." I answered wearing a smile on my face. Walking back to the kitche