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Chapter 17
Chapter 17
CARLYLE’S POV
Not having a choice, I waited behind for whatever Rex had in store. Rex instructed someone to inform his sister about my presence. Before her arrival, I thought of what I could do to avoid any uncomfortable situation.
“She’s on her way. I’m sorry to take your time.” Alpha Rex said, grinning from ear to ear. I flashed him a forced smile.
“How about you direct me to a popular restaurant around here? Then, she comes over to meet me there for the discussion.” I suggested it after a deep thought. When I get there, I can finally have a proper discussion with Rex’s sister about my choices and perhaps we could come to a conclusion that’s going to be favourable to us both under the necessity of the packs‘ alliance but without Rex intruding in our discussion because. I know he has an aim by telling me to marry his sister.
“Of course, I’ve got a list of restaurants around. You can make your choice and a guard will lead you there,” Rex replied, signaling to someone nearby to hand me what I requested.
I collected the catalog that was handed to me, going through the list of restaurants that was written there. After a while, I finally chose one.
“Feel free, Alpha Carlyle. A guard will lead you there.”
“Thanks so much, Alpha Rex. But you don’t have to, I can find my way.”
“It’s your choice.”
Stepping into the streets of Rex’s pack and with my heightened werewolf senses attuned to the subtle sounds and scents around me, I began searching for the restaurant.
Approaching a passerby, I inquired, “Excuse me, could you direct me to The Crescent Bistro? I seem to have lost my way.” The stranger was a bit taken aback by my question and he hesitated before providing clear instructions.
As I walked, my werewolf senses kicked in, allowing me to catch faint traces of familiar scents carried by the breeze. I took a moment to close my eyes, focusing on the olfactory landscape of the city. The distinctive aroma of The Crescent Bistro’s signature dishes guided me in the right direction.
Turning a corner, I found myself in an intersection with people. A vibrant conversation between two pedestrians caught my attention. I approached with a friendly demeanour,
“Excuse me, I’m looking for The Crescent Bistro. Can you help me find it?” Their
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CARLYLE’S POV
Not having a choice, I waited behind for whatever Rex had in store. Rex instructed. someone to inform his sister about my presence. Before her arrival, I thought of what I could do to avoid any uncomfortable situation.
“She’s on her way. I’m sorry to take your time.” Alpha Rex said, grinning from ear to ear. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
flashed him a forced smile.
“How about you direct me to a popular restaurant around here? Then, she comes over to meet me there for the discussion.” I suggested it after a deep thought. When I get there, I can finally have a proper discussion with Rex’s sister about my choices and perhaps we could come to a conclusion that’s going to be favourable to us both under the necessity of the packs‘ alliance but without Rex intruding in our discussion because I know he has an aim by telling me to marry his sister.
“Of course, I’ve got a list of restaurants around. You can make your choice and a guard. will lead you there,” Rex replied, signaling to someone nearby to hand me what I requested.
I collected the catalog that was handed to me, going through the list of restaurants that was written there. After a while, I finally chose one.
“Feel free, Alpha Carlyle. A guard will lead you there.”
“Thanks so much, Alpha Rex. But you don’t have to, I can find my way.”
“It’s your choice.”
Stepping into the streets of Rex’s pack and with my heightened werewolf senses attuned to the subtle sounds and scents around me, I began searching for the restaurant.
Approaching a passerby, I inquired, “Excuse me, could you direct me to The Crescent Bistro? I seem to have lost my way.” The stranger was a bit taken aback by my question. and he hesitated before providing clear instructions.
As I walked, my werewolf senses kicked in, allowing me to catch faint traces of familiar scents carried by the breeze. I took a moment to close my eyes, focusing on the olfactory landscape of the city. The distinctive aroma of The Crescent Bistro’s signature dishes guided me in the right direction.
Turning a corner, I found
between two pedestrianself in an intersection with people. A vibrant conversation
between two pedestrians caught my attention. I approached with a friendly demeanour.
“Excuse me, I’m looking for The Crescent Bistro. Can you help me find it?” Their
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animated discussion momentarily shifted to assisting me, and they provided additional guidance.
Entering the restaurant, I couldn’t help but appreciate the environment a blend of human interactions and reliance on my supernatural senses.
I scanned the environment quickly and made my way to sit at a far corner of the restaurant where it won’t be that easy for other people around to notice me.
Not long after I settled in for a seat, a waiter approached me with a professional. demeanour.
“Good evening, sir. Are you ready to order? Would you like to get a drink with your meal?” He asked with a practiced smile.
“Thank you, but I’m actually waiting for someone. I’ll order when she arrives.” It returned the smile. The waiter nodded at my response and gracefully stepped away to attend to other patrons.
Soon, a graceful lady entered the restaurant, adorned with a veil that added to her gracefulness as a hushed reverence spread through the room. Everyone who saw her acknowledged the respect
she commanded, and her calm responses echoed the poise that defined her. From the way she was greeted by occupants of the restaurant, it was obvious that she’s a princess. Rex’s sister to be precise.
In that moment, our eyes connected, and a moment of acknowledgment passed between us. Quietly, she made her way through the tables, arriving at mine, where I sat. With a graceful gesture, she took the seat opposite me.
“I can see we’re meeting again.” She spoke up first.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“We’ve met before, remember? Fighting for rights.” She replied, and it dawned on me that she was the lady I met on the first day I visited Rex’s.
“So, you’re the one?” I was shocked.
“Yes, I was. Would you like to fight rights with me now?” She teased, pulling off her veil seductively. Damn! She screamed beauty but for some reasons, I wasn’t at all attracted to her. Perhaps, it could be because of the way we met first.
I didn’t reply to her question and just sat there, staring at her while she stared back.
“You know, I really wanted to see you again after that time and I spoke to my brother about it. He didn’t agreg at first, but I insisted. Since there was nothing you wouldn’t do for a sister, he had no choice but to concur with my wants and wishes and here
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She babbled, and I nodded.
Now I know the source of my problem. Never in my wildest imagination did I think that the spoiled brat I met that day would turn out to be Alpha Rex’s sister and neve did I expect that she was going to stage a meeting with me. Not just any meeting, a marriage one at that? Just wow!
“So I heard you are Alpha Carlyle, the Alpha of the Moon Shade pack. Can I get to know you more? She asked.
“Why do you want to know more about me?”
“I think my brother must have told you about that and from what I was told, you agreed. already. So, what’s all this attitude you’re putting on?”
“I’ll appreciate it if you could just answer me,” I said to her. With the way she was acting. I knew I wouldn’t be able to fulfill my intent. Since she was the one who staged the whole marriage thing there was no way I would be able to talk to her so that she would listen. Except, of course, if I staged something. A counteraction!
“I think I know why you’re acting this way but don’t worry, it’s just a matter of time you get used to me.” She said, and a waiter came along with a tray of different food.
“You don’t have to worry. It’s my treat.”
Was this some kind of ridicule?
Just before I thought deep into it, my eyes caught someone who made my heart beat for a while.
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