Chapter 46
The day for the arrival of the South American Alpha King finally arrived, faster than expected if you ask me.
It probably seemed fast to me because nothing dramatic happened during the time we spent waiting for him.
And by ’we’ I mean the people of the pack and the continent at large, especially the elites among us.
“Is there anything we’re missing, Layla?” I asked my assistant as we walked through the main event hall where we were to welcome the Alpha king with a welcoming ball.
It was exciting to meet a much older Alpha King, but the idea was also daunting. This man knew my father and probably shared the same old-school beliefs with him.
If he did… Discussing anything of importance would be difficult, and I wasn’t sure if I had the patience in me.
Anyway, Layla looked at her iPad before shaking her head. “No, sir. We aren’t missing anything. The chairs arranged for all the guests are complete and the cameras meant for broadcasting the occasion all over the continent are set.” She began explaining while I nodded my head as I listened.
The hall was currently decorated lavishly with fairy lights adorning the walls and a huge stage at the end of it.
There was a gallery/upper floor above the ground floor and a single, separated section at the upper floor meant for the South American Alpha King, his Luna, and also for Odessa and me.
Speaking of Odessa…
“How’s my wife pulling up? Has she completed her orientation on the traditions of our guests and how to present our pack well?” I asked, sitting on a random chair and crossing one leg on top of another.
I stared at Layla expectantly but before she could speak, I heard approaching footsteps, forcing me to raise my head.
To my surprise and annoyance, the person approaching was none other than my estranged ex-wife, Celine, who had a stern expression on her face.
She wore a shimmering silver gown that hugged her curves as usual and had her hair tied up into a curly ponytail, her high heels clicking on the marble floor with each step she took.
“Good afternoon, Luna.” Layla greeted Celine with a bow as soon as she got in front of me. “Would you–”
“Leave us. Now.” Celine muttered calmly, not even bothering to glance at Layla as she folded her arms in front of her chest.
My jaw clenched at her audacity.
How dare she come in here and scare off my assistant like that?
Layla seemed hesitant, glancing at me first before she glanced at Celine. But when Celine finally turned her gaze to her and glared at her with contempt, Layla raised her hands in a show of defeat before silently walking away.
One way I knew I wasn’t being unfairly harsh on Celine was the fact that people like Layla even showed their silent disapproval of her.
“What do you want, Celine?” I asked the question that has now become a constant chorus in my life.
I’ve given her everything possible… Money, her title as Luna of this pack, and a place in my mansion. Read complete version only at ͟.net
What else could she and her bitch of a mother possibly want from me?
’Hehe… Your love, probably.’ Damon muttered in my head, forcing me to mentally roll my eyes as I tapped my right foot on the ground in anticipation of whatever Celine had to say.
Now that was something I could never give even if I was hexed to do it.
Anyway, Celine drew in a deep breath, probably to fight off the demons she clearly had tormenting her mind before she spoke up.
“Why are you doing this to me, Kaelos?” She asked, causing me to arch an eyebrow.
I glanced around, noticing how empty the hall was, apart from three workers arranging some decorations in a corner.
“Are we really about to have this conversation right now, Celine?” I queried, tilting my head. “We’re expecting guests today. They are very important guests whom my family has kept an alliance with for centuries. I don’t need anything distracting me right now.”
Celine clicked her tongue before chuckling bitterly. Now if she was trying to irk me, she was slowly getting there since I don’t know what the fuck she found funny about what I said.
“That’s my point exactly, Kaelos,” Celine muttered, gesturing at me before clenching her fists. “You’re expecting such important guests, and you’re choosing to flaunt a witch as your bride in front of them? What about–”
“You?” I asked, removing my right leg from my left and focusing all my attention on Celine as my voice and gaze turned cold.
However, to my surprise, she didn’t flinch at my reaction and instead stood her ground with an unknown light in her eyes.
I decided to ignore that before I continued. “What do you think the South American Alpha King is coming here for? Tea? No, Celine, he’s coming here to see just how effective this truce with the witches is so he could hopefully implement it in his territory.”
I’m pretty sure that was made clear several times, except her brain couldn’t accumulate too much information.
’Now you know damn well, Kaelos Damon sniggered in my head just then, causing a slight smirk to curl up the corner of my lips.
But the smirk didn’t even last two seconds when Celine suddenly scoffed, a bitter smile on her face.
“Making peace with those vile insects is perhaps one of the worst decisions you’ve ever made, Kaelos.” She blurted, her tone just as bitter as her smile.
She dropped her arms, giving me one final, cold look that caused me to tense up for some reason.
Finally, she mumbled. “I hope that decision doesn’t bite you in the ass later on.”
I gritted my teeth but before I could react to her words or say anything in response, she turned around and walked away, her accursed hips swaying with each step she took.
“Deranged bitch.” I muttered under my breath, using my fingers to rub my forehead out of frustration.
However, before I could gather my thoughts and think of something else, Layla, who probably hadn’t gone far, walked back to me, almost bumping into the exiting Celine.
Layla glanced back at Celine briefly before she finally turned her gaze to me. “The South American Alpha King is here, sir.” She announced with urgency.
Crap…