Chapter 403: The Enagent Party {1}
DACE
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I was on my fourth wine, it was either that or getting to talk, I prefer the first. I just want this night to be over, because keeping up appearances is not my thing, but it seed to be Isabella’s thing.
She’s all glamorous in her white slender gown, tight against her skin and glittering with every flick of light like the star of the show. Well, she is in this case, too bad I’m not into it as much as she is. The past two days I have buried myself in workload or spent my ti in the wild in my lion form. It was either that or think about today, I have prolonged this particular day for far too long and Noah Dominguez has gone out of his way to make it happen no matter what.
I may run the council but when it cos to my future and preserving my bloodline they always go out of their way to make that happen.
It’s loud here... with the classical music and the nurous congratulations and talking about business and the future of the werelions, a future that I’m the center of.
Right now I want nothing more than to spend my ti in the wild. Isabella must have sensed it because she kept sticking to
like a fucking leech and her constant laughter to every said word is enough to burst my eardrums, she’s trying to create that impression that we’re a perfect couple, I don’t know why she tries that much because the truth will always be set in friction, this is nothing but an arranged relationship and all for the preserving bloodline or whatever the shit it was all about.
"Alex, loosen up"
I responded by taking another glass of champagne, she should be grateful that I made an appearance, or else this party will be all about her just as she wants and I’m not complaining, I only co to the spotlight if blood is needed.
A loud humorous laugh was ringing at the far corner and it was no doubt Noah who was overjoyed as he spoke to everyone. I wanted to keep this party short and simple, but it was always in our nature to go for sothing more glamorous and extravagant. This party looked like one of the Queen of England balls with its extravagant decorations and shiny dress and makeup enough to switch faces, the expensive suits and the thick rich scent in the air.
It’s everywhere.
The money.
The greed.
The desire.
In fact, I have one looking at
right and not in the mood to acknowledge it. Isabella has been giving
the fuck
eye ever since I showed my appearance, as well as other females in the room, they all still think they have a chance with
even though Isabella has chosen
as her Male just like how her family does.
There’s this unbreakable notion that without a mark it’s breakable.
"We should greet the rest of the guests"
"We have been doing that for the past hour"
"Well I have, not you"
I finally darted my eyes to her for the second ti this evening. Isabella is beautiful and like I said before I’m not foolish enough to NOT recognize sothing beautiful. But her golden locks are not strawberry blonde begging
to run my hands through or pull just enough to get an angle I will find pleasing. Her golden brown eyes are not forest green eyes like the very trees and grasses I see in the wild, like a call to nature.
I pushed that particular thought at the back of my head because now is not the ti to think about HER. I have made sure I stayed clear of her for the past two days after she trashed my suite. I can’t stop thinking about her and it’s getting on my nerves.
What’s she doing right now?
Locked up in her room?
Plotting her next escape?
In pain from reopening my mark?
What is she thinking right now? Are her eyes still drowning in stupid emotions, emotions that always seed to creep into her eyes every ti I looked at her? She’s a mystery that I’m dying to uncover, the strong urge to open her up and see what’s inside her, her very secrets laid before my eyes so that there is nothing left to hide.
"Congratulations brother"
I darted my eyes at my sister slowly approaching us, half of the Males here kept their eyes trained on her, but with my presence, they wouldn’t dare to approach, I would either rip them from limbs to limbs or bite their heads off.
"Thank you Emilia" Isabella mused beside
before grabbing my arm and pushing her boobs to gain a reaction but my dick remained flaccid.
"It an honor to be part of the family"
"Not entirely... still need that wedding" Emilia cut in. I can’t decide if Emilia likes her as my Female even though we all grew up together.
None of my fucking business.
"A wedding just right at the corner" Isabella chipped in.
Who knows... maybe Noah already has a date set, I place my bets on a week from now. This party wasn’t just an engagent, it was also like a mateship party to announce my Chosen to my Pride, to recognize the title of the one who would one day rule by my side. Exchange a blood vow to prove that theory, the last event of this night.
Emilia engaged in so talk with Isabella but I was having a hard ti joining in, so I used that opportunity to finally leave. I went to a table to pour myself another drink because God knows I need this but sothing stronger.
Why isn’t there sothing stronger?
"Rejoice Alpha it’s your engagent" a familiar voice spoke to
and I turned my gaze to a familiar set of eyes.
A faint smile crossed my lips. "When did you return, Dan?"
"Just this evening, I couldn’t miss your engagent, Alpha" he bowed in respect.
"Settled your personal matter?" I asked, giving him the drink I intended for myself and he took it with a curt bow.
"Yes Alpha, I have..." he adds with a tone.
It’s safe to say whatever he took a few day’s leave for was worth it.
"Good, Because I need my best warrior by my side"
He chuckled. "I think Singe has taken that title already"
"Second best then" I raised my glass and he followed, just halfway to his lips he paused and a mix of shock and horror crossed his features instantly.
Curious I turned and set my eyes on the stairs decorated in flowers but it wasn’t the flowers that caught my attention but the very last person I expected descending the stairs like an angel of the night.
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