With one last look at my wife and our pack, I nodded.
Lifting my voice so it could be heard by all in the courtyard. “Knights! Move out!”
Chapter Thirty-Five
“He will not be gone long,” Bedivere told me soothingly as he and Gawain watched me pace back and forth in my chambers like a crazy person. The same chambers that smelled of Arthur’s allspice scent and reminded me of what my husband was doing.
He sure had left a damned mess in his wake. Everyone in the castle wanted to know what he had meant by creating a pack and I didn’t have the answers to give them.
I couldn’t tell them that I was a woman from the future that had been pulled back in time by magic, could I? I wasn’t sure and that was why I needed my brash husband to get his ass back here and explain to his people what he had meant.
“I know he won’t,” I told Bedivere, every inch of frustration I felt with Arthur clear in my voice. “But I wish he would talk to me before he does shit like this.”
“He just wanted to make sure you were safe if something should befall him,” Gawain jumped in unhelpfully but quickly backed down when I shot him a glare. “Or perhaps he was being thoughtless.”
“I knew you were a smart man, Gawain,” I said before continuing to pace.
Lancelot, who had posted up in the corner of the room with his usual broody expression, just sighed. “I do not know what he meant by doing such a thing just before riding off.”
Without me.He didn’t even have to say the words, but they were there. He had been the most offended about being left behind.
Earlier, we had been going about our usual archery lesson—one of the first since I had kissed him in the forest that night—when the horns had sounded and Lancelot told me that it was a call to battle and that he needed to go to the barracks to suit up.
Except, he had never gotten the chance. Upon making it to the courtyard I had seen Arthur standing in his chainmail and holding a shining helmet in one hand. Arthur had made his proclamation before the entire courtyard of people, making it clear that Gawain, Bedivere, and Lancelot would stay behind.
Irritation filled me once again followed by the sensation of a burning itchiness rippling across my skin.
I was fairly sure I was allergic to one of the early summer flowers that surrounded the castle because my skin had grown increasingly more itchy as the days had gone on.
Bedivere’s soothing presence washed over me as he gently tugged me into his arms and wrapped me in his sandalwood scent.
“I see that you have also joined the pack,” I heard Lancelot say dryly, his words followed by a growl from both of my alphas.
“Watch your tone, Lancelot,” Bedivere said, his voice more angry than I had ever heard it.
I gave the alpha’s chest a little push, looking up into his concerned silver eyes before sighing. “Let me speak with Lancelot alone.”
“Guinevere—” Bedivere began to argue but I cut him off by giving his end of the bond a yank.
Bedivere still looked as if he wanted to disagree with me, but the man eventually let out a heavy sigh before leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead. “Very well.”
I basked in his attention for a moment, surprised at how quickly he had seemed to settle into his place in our pack despite us only bonding less than twenty-four hours prior.
He and Gawain then left the room quickly, shooting last glances over their shoulder before the doors shut with a heavy thud.
“You,” I said, turning around. “Are you angry with Arthur for practically forcing you into the pack with his words?”
Lancelot seemed taken aback by my question, his dark eyes widening with surprise before he shook his head. “No. I am not.”
“But you never sought me out after… after what I did that night.”
The kiss. I had been on a tear at that point, I realized later on after Arthur and Gawain comforted me in the baths.
Insecurity was something I had never dealt with before and I most definitely did not handle myself in a way that I could look back on proudly.
Between Bedivere, Merlin, and Lancelot, the feeling of inadequacy had filled me so potently that I was sure that there had to be some kind of a mistake and there was another omega named Guinevere walking around in the future who was actually meant to be pulled through time rather than me.
The original Guinevere from the mythswasblonde haired and blue eyed after all. Me with my overly curly brown hair and brown eyes didn’t really fit into the myth at all.
