Chapter 43
Damien
“After you sign your signatures, the peace treaty will take effect. As stated in the agreement, this treaty ensures there will no longer be bad blood between the Moonfang Pack and the Crimson Shadow Pack, and no further wars will be waged. Anyone who breaks any clause of this treaty will be held responsible before the Moon Goddess,” Lucas esplains,
“I hope you’re listening. Lucian. Break any of the clauses, and you die.” I say, the corner of my lips curling into a smirk as my hand made a slicing motion across my neck,
His gaze hardens, and 1 can sense he’s fighting the urge to roll his eyes, but I know he understands I’m not joking–not this time.
This treaty has been signed under the oath of the Moon Goddess’s name, and anyone who breaks any of its clauses will face serious consequences, The severity of the punishment depends on the seriousness of the breath. A minor mistake could lead to the loss of pack resources or small. accidents, but a major violation? That could mean death.
“I should be telling you that,” Lucian says gruffly, taking the pen from his beta, Elijah’s hand. He reads through the content of the deal before signing his name and passing it to me. “I still don’t understand what you’re doing here when I told you I’d meet you at your pack.”
I scoff, the corner of my lips curving slightly as I sign my name. “Why? So you can come see Elara! You’re not as clever as you think, Lucian.”
“You might think you have some sort of advantage now that you’re allowed in my pack, but…” I pause, slamming the contract on the desk, my eyes -locking onto his “Don’t forget that Elara is my music, so get rid of your had thoughts before I get rid of you.”
Lucian doesn’t flinch. Instead, his eyes twinkle with mischief as he holds my gaze, a smirk tugging at his lips. Something about that ticks me off. Ever since Elara slapped Lurian, he’s become a completely different mLN.
He’s so much more lively, more talkative than before. The man who used to glare at me in silence, barely reacting to my attempts to annoy him, now seems to enjoy retorting back, almost as if he’s deliberately trying to get under my skin.
Who the hell changes so much after a slap? I glance at Lucian, feeling a strange curiosity bubble up. Does he have some weird sense of taste or something?
“But she’s not your Luna yet, is she?” Lucian says, his infuriating smirk directed back at me. My smile freezes, dropping instantly as I narrow my gaze at him, scoffing at his words.
“What does that mean, Lucian?” I ask, my voice colder now, but he just shrugs casually, leaning back into his seat
“I’m simply implying g what I see,” he says, his tone almost too casual. “Elara might be your mate, but she isn’t your Luna yet!
“They’re at it again. Let’s go before they release another killing intent, I hear Lucas whisper to Elijah, who quickly nods,
“We’ll take our leave, Alphas” They both greet and quickly flee, but my focus is entirely on the bastard who’s still drumming his fingers on the
“So, you’re saying that since she isn’t my Luna, then I narrow my eyes into a glare, and they flash silver for a brief second
Lucian doesn’t answer, his fingers drumming faster now. He doesn’t need to, though I know exactly what he’s implying-
That bastard
My eyes narrow further, focusing on his fingers, and I snap, ““Stop that, it’s annoying!”
He ferees slightly for a moment, probably not ar to sup. He opens liis mouth to say something but stops when the door swings open Ita gaze shifts from me to the person standing behind the door, and I watch as a frown forms on his face.
1 turn around to ser what’s caught has attention, and I almost barst out laughing at the sight before me. A woman stands there, holding a tray in her Tund. Her blonde hair cascades down to her waist, and everything about hier seems normal enough–except for the makeup. The thick layers of foundation, the excessive blush, and the garish eyeshadow make Jer look more like a circus performer than someone coming to deliver a tray
I can’t help but raise an eyebrow, stifling the urge to laugh out loud. What was she thinking when she put that and
“What are you doing here, 12
Lucian asks, his voice dripping with mild annoyance. My gaze flicken between him and the woman and
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- you mean, what am I doing here, Lucian? Can’t your Luna come here to deliver tea to you and your guest?” she responds, her voice
Voice sweet. “Good morning. Alpha Damien. I’ve heard so much about you.” She flashes a smile that feels forced, almost rehearsed. Her hips sway exaggeratedly as she walks in, and instantly, the heavy scent of her perfume fills the room—so strong, it almost chokes me.
She is! The woman Lucian left for Elara! Oh my goddess,
As she stands before me, I tilt my head back and can’t stop laughing. A deep, rich laughter escapes my mouth, and almost immediately, I can feel his sharp glare boring into me
is the woman
“Lucian” I chuckle, shaking my head in disbelief as I speak to him through mindlink. “Oh, Lucian, your taste is truly horrendous. Is this you left Elara for?” I stop laughing, my expression hardening as I lock eyes with him, my gaze filled with a mixture of disbelief and amusement
“You threw away everything for this” i click my tongue, my smile widening as I feel the pressure of his k
killing intent, directed straight at me.
He doesn’t respond, just watches me, his eyes narrowing. We sit in silence, locked in a tense staring contest.
“Here, Alpha Damien. This is Moonlight Herbal Tea. It calms the mind,” the woman says, her voice breaking the rising tension as she places the tea in front of me.
I shift my gaze to her, noticing her eyes sparkling with an unspoken interest, blatantly checking me out. I frown, not bothering to reply.
I watch as Lucian takes a deep breath, his hand gripping the teacup. In one swift motion, he drinks is all, finishing the contents in less than a second. As soon as the tea hits his system, his shoulders relax, and he closes his eyes, letting out a quiet sigh. For a moment–just a brief moment–it almost feels like I’m imagining it, but I swear I see his eyes flicker red.
Red. Just like the color of his father’s eyes that day.
My expression hardens as I shift my focus to the tea in my hand. I bring it to my nose, narrowing my eyes suspiciously. Something’s off
1 place the tea cup on the table before standing up and stretching, my smirk returning in a blink of an eye.
“Well, I will be on my way I wouldn’t want to leave my dear little mate alone by herself,” I say, one hand tucked in my pocket and the other raised in a casual wave at Lucian
I don’t wait for his response, turning on my heel and making my way toward the door. However, just as I step out, my smirk fades instantly when a high–pitched voice calls out behind me.
“Alpha Damien, if you wouldn’t mind. I would like to have a private conversation with you,” the woman–no, the clown–says as I turn and raise a
