His Witchy Mate

Alicia’s eyes were just on them when she saw Elara enter the hallway, her gaze went on them and instantly she gave them a glare full of disgust.

Ignoring them like they were some kind of plague she went and sat down on her chair opposite to the both of them.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Serve me breakfast.” Her voice brought Alicia out of her trance.

Alicia walked hurriedly towards her with her eyes still on Lucian’s hand which was grabbing Ena’s hand. Lucian was just about to retreat his hand but when his eyes met with Alicia his hand on Elara’s hand got a little stronger.

Alicia served Ena’s breakfast with careful precision, ensuring everything was immaculate. As she placed the plate down, Ena glanced up, her eyes lingering with a haughty gaze.

“Thank you,” Ena said dismissively, waving her hand in a manner that signified Alicia’s immediate departure.

Before Alicia could step away, Lucian’s voice cut through the room, commanding attention. “Ena’s father is hosting a banquet tonight. I expect all of us to attend.”

Elara had remained silent until now, but she suddenly straightened in her seat. Her usually calm demeanor seemed to tense, contemplating Lucian’s words.

“I’ll be there,” Elara responded, her voice steady, but there was an undercurrent of something unspoken.

Alicia observed Elara, curious about the sudden change in her demeanor. Sensing an opportunity, Elara turned her gaze toward Alicia, a determined look in her eyes.

“I will go with you all,” Elara said, her voice soft yet firm as she directed at Alicia. “Prepare yourself. You’ll be coming with us.”

Alicia’s heart skipped a beat at Elara’s unexpected declaration. She knew that Elara rarely attended such events. Her eyes met Lucian’s, seeking his approval. She bowed her head slightly, a silent plea in her expression.

Lucian regarded Elara with a thoughtful look, then nodded in agreement. “If that is your wish, Elara, then you shall come with us.”

In the dimming light of the evening, the grand estate was alive with bustling activity as the evening approached. The air buzzed with excitement and preparation as Ena and Elara adorned themselves in resplendent attire fit for the grandeur of the banquet.

Ena emerged draped in a sumptuous crimson gown, intricately detailed with golden embroidery that shimmered under the soft glow of the chandeliers. Her dark hair was meticulously styled, an elegant braid woven with strands of gold, adding a touch of opulence to her appearance.

Elara, adorned in a mesmerizing midnight-blue gown, exuded a subtle grace that captivated attention. Her attire, though understated, spoke volumes about her sophisticated taste. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in soft waves, framed by delicate silver accessories that sparkled in the evening light.

Lucian appeared in a tailored black suit that accentuated his commanding presence. The impeccable fit highlighted his strong physique, exuding an air of authority and confidence befitting his status.

Alicia, attired in a simple yet elegant long black gown, complemented the ensemble. Her choice of attire was modest yet graceful, blending seamlessly with the opulence of the others’ dresses. She ensured everything was in order before they embarked on the night’s affair.

The group gathered and soon made their way to the waiting cars, the engines purring to life as they embarked on their journey to the banquet. The anticipation in the air was palpable as they traversed the city streets, heading towards the lavish event.

As they arrived at the venue, the grand hall exuded an aura of opulence and sophistication. Guests, adorned in exquisite gowns and tailored suits, mingled in the lavish surroundings. The atmosphere was abuzz with laughter and conversation, the air filled with an undercurrent of excitement and anticipation.

Upon stepping out of the cars, the Alphas and their company were met with an air of admiration and respect, acknowledging their status within the hierarchy. The evening awaited, promising a mix of formalities, celebrations, and the intricacies of social interaction in this prestigious gathering.

The banquet hall was a sight to behold, adorned with ornate decorations and radiant lighting that illuminated the grandeur of the occasion. As they entered, they were greeted by the host and other esteemed guests, each exchanging pleasantries and engaging in polite conversation.

The night was young, and within the hall’s opulent confines, the promise of enthralling moments and unforeseen events lingered in the air, awaiting their un

As Benjamin Blackwood enters the banquet hall, his demeanor radiates authority and confidence. His sharp gaze scans the room, assessing each individual with a calculating intensity that betrays a sense of concealed intentions. Despite his charismatic facade, there’s an unsettling air around him, a suggestion of hidden motives behind his amiable gestures.

His attire, though refined, carries an air of mystery, perhaps a sharpness in the way he wears it, suggesting a wolf in sheep’s clothing. His son, Louis, stands by his side, equally charming but with a hint of a secretive smile, as if aware of his father’s unspoken plans.

Approaching Lucian and the company, Benjamin extends a cordial greeting, but his eyes hold a glint of calculated intent, a knowing look that seems to hint at ulterior motives. His words, while polite, are carefully chosen, veiled with layers of underlying meaning and intrigue.

“Lucian, what a delight to have you and your esteemed guests here,” Benjamin’s voice carries an air of friendliness, but it’s tainted with a subtle cunning, hinting at a depth of plans far beyond the surface. “Your presence elevates the occasion, indeed.”

Lucian returns the greeting, but his sharp instincts can detect an underlying agenda in Benjamin’s demeanor, a sense of danger lurking beneath the facade of congeniality. Their exchange is polite, yet beneath the surface, a silent tension simmers, a clash of wills and unspoken strategies between two Alphas.

Elara senses her father’s calculated presence, his demeanor triggering an internal alert. She exchanges a brief, tense glance with Louis, recognizing the undertones of a well-concealed plan, a game of power play and ambition weaving itself into the evening’s festivities.