Chapter 22
I realize immediately his voice has taken on a strange tone Immediately, the whispers in the crowd are spulled out.
more powerful and resonant than it was before.
âEnough with your squalliding Lam the alpha of this family, and I will not be questioned The power within his voice only grows Cut of the corner of my eye, I see that most members of the crowd have begun, bowing their heads in a clear sign of sulanssion. It looks like only 1, Auden, Katrina, And maybe a few others love resisted his car. Mrs. Cruz
It takes me a moment to realize that they arenât simply bowing then headsâtheyâre exposing their necks, too. Unsurprisingly, I looks a lot like how wolves cxpress sulumission. Even the small classical hand that has been playing Tackground music came in a sudden stop as they, too, bow. I imagine the only reason why Iâm not affected is because
At the olge of my vision, I see Mix Cruz seem to shake herself. I glance in her direction. Strangely, the green aura 1 thought I saw surrounding her has dissipated Her expression is twisted with confusion. It seems like even she isnât sure why she defended me so passionately
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âEnough of this nonsense,â Mr Cruz announces. âI will not have any more ridiculous accusations flying at my party,
festivities.
It feels like a luzarre spell has broken. The people in the crowd raise their heads, and the piano music begins once again. The crowd disperses like a flock of starded birds. Just as quickly as the confrontation began, it ends.
Mr. and Mrs Cruz shoot eachother a cold look before separating from one another, continuing the rounds of the party, as though nothing had happened. The only person who stays nearby Aiden and 1 is Katrina.
Katrinaâs face has gone almost as red as her dress. She turns to Aiden with clear desperation âAiden, please, and it was just a mistake,â she insists shakily. Before she can continue, Aiden raises a band.
âDonât bother,â Auden says coldly. His gaze is like ice as he glares at Katrina. âYou already lost my respect. Now, youâve lost my trust, tooâ
Katrinaâs expression twists with what I can only imagine is heartbreak. Her hands ball to fists and clutch her dress until her knuckles are white. She opens her mouth to speak, then closes it again. She shoots me a hateful glare but doesnât say another word, turning in storming off in a hull.
Aiden takes my hand into his âAre you all right?â He asks softly. I squeeze his hand and look up at him gratefully.
âIâm better now.â I reassure him. âThank you for trusting me. I canât imagine that it was easyâ
âWhat do you mean? He chuckles. Trusting my fated mate is the easiest thing in the world. I donât believe that you would deceive me, Carol,â he says. My heart warms. Iâm about to speak when I notice Mr. Cruz look in our direction: and almost hesitantly pick his way toward us.
Auden instinctively steps between him and me âWhat do you want, father?â He asks. Ilis voice is polite but firm.
âNo need to get defensive Mr. Cruz grunts. âI have a simple question. Itâs my right to ask after the affairs of my own
I can feel Aiden tense up in front of me I squeeze his arm to let him know that Iâm fine with this. I step up beside Aiden with as much confidence as I can muster I feel him relax slightly
âAsk away, then Aiden says.
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Chapter 22
âThe relationship between the two of you is quite⦠public. The expression on his face makes me think he doesnât consider this a positive thing âGiven that you have already declared to the world that Carol is your fated mate, do you have a date set for your marking ceremony?â
I tense up, this time. I glance at Aiden out of the corner of my eye. I know that heâs being put into an awkward situation â Iâm the one that suggested we wait. Thankfully, Aiden doesnât falter for a second in his response.
âCarol and I arenât in any rush. We are planning to date for a while before enacting the ceremony. We both want to be fully comfortable before moving forward.â
Iâm incredibly grateful that Aiden didnât throw me under the bus. By the way he speaks about it, it sounds like it was a perfectly mutual decision. Mr. Cruz is clearly not as satisfied with Aidenâs answer as I am. He crosses his arms and sticks up his nose.
âDating, getting comfortable,â he scoffs. âOf course. How could I forget about those foolish human customs? I had just never imagined my own son would be subject to such ridiculousness.
Aiden bristles beside me. I place a hand on his arm to calm him down, preparing to speak up for myself this time. I find that Iâm cut off by the melodic voice of a young woman before I can say a word.
-Who is speaking ill of humans?â
To my surprise, the voice does not come from a young woman. I turn my head to see an elderly woman leaning on a cane, standing only a few feet away from us. Her white hair is pulled back into a smart bun and she wears an elegant blue dress. Despite her age, her blue eyes seem to twinkle with life.
âPlease forgive me, Morgan,â Mr. Cruz says quickly. âYou are, of course, no ordinary human. I would never speak of you in such a way.â He dips his head in a clear sign of respect. My eyes move back and forth between the two of them with clear confusion. Aiden leans down to whisper in my ear.
âThatâs Morgan Laveau,â he says quietly. âSheâs a family friend of ours. The Laveau family are humans, but they are considered different by most werewolf families.â
My eyebrows raise despite myself. I didnât think it was possible for a human to be treated with respect by werewolves after all Iâve been through. âSounds nice. How do I get that deal?â I joke. Aiden chuckles softly.
âI wish it were that simple,â he says. âThe Laveau family are servants of the current queen.â
My gaze darts back to the old woman with surprise. The royal family- a topic Iâm slightly more familiar with than werewolves. Iâve only heard rumors about the royal family. The most important thing about them seems to be that they are a part of the worldâs rarest group â witches and wizards.
Witches and wizards seem like nothing but a distant reality to the life that Iâve led. In a way, it sort of makes sense that werewolves would see them differently than ordinary humans. Iâve never met a witch or wizard myself, but as their names suggest they are born with magical powers. They belong both to the humans and to the supernatural, placing them somewhere between human and werewolf.
I shake myself out of my reverie and return to the present. Mr. Cruz and Morgan Laveau are exchanging stiff pleasantries. Despite Mr. Cruzâs attempts to appease her, Morganâs eyes dart around the room with a strangely intense expression.
âIs something the matter, Morgan?â Mr. Cruz asks. The sight is almost comical. Even though Mr. Cruz towers over Morgan, itâs clear that he wants to appease her. Witches must be even more powerful than I know, I think. Iâm once again shaken from my thoughts by a voice.
âWho are you?â