Chapter 11: _Werewolves And Bitches

Chapter 11: _Werewolves And Bitches When I saw the person who excitedly called the rude lady 'mother', it all began to make sense. Of course... Celine. She walked toward us, her hips swaying like she was putting way too much effort into making herself seem hot. She wore a white knee-high day dress, which was ironic considering her black heart. Well, at least now I know where she inherited that black heart from. Or, should I say 'greyheart'? "My darling daughter. It's been way too many weeks." Celine's mother said with a wide grin as she spread her arms wide open. I witnessed Celine attempting to barge past me but I was quick, stepping back to avoid a scene. It was a decent morning so far, and I wouldn't let her or her mother ruin it. "Yes, mother. I'm so happy to see you. A lot has happened since the last time you visited us here at the mansion." Celine remarked, glancing back at me with disdain in her eyes. I rolled my eyes, avoiding her gaze and glancing at Caroline instead. The poor maid just stood there silently, looking away like she wanted to become invisible. She seemed like the kind of person who tried her best to avoid conflict. Hmm... Not bad, if you ask me. "Where's that ex-husband of yours?" Celine's mother suddenly asked with a scowl. "What he did was unfair. He should've informed me before going ahead to divorce you and then bring in this..." She paused, glaring at me with dimmed eyes. I flashed her a smile in return, even though the look in her eyes seemed like she was thirsty for blood. "... This witch." Celine's mother finally finished with a disgusted scoff as if the title 'witch' was a slur. To be fair, I had a similar thought pattern concerning her kind. Not werewolves, but bitches. "The witches have probably placed a spell on him. He's delusional if he thinks there's any chance of forming any 'peace' agreements with them. They all deserve the same fate." Celine's mother just kept on ranting, a deep-seeded hatred that sent shivers down my spine lingering in her voice. Goddess, what's wrong with her? All my life spent living in the territory of the Luminari coven, werewolves have been the beasts coming after our cities, slaughtering our people like animals and doing the same to any human who dared help. Witches and humans seemed innocent in this war. All we've ever done is defend ourselves... Until the Alpha king miraculously brought this truce. Now Alpha kings of the other continents were probably watching North America, waiting to see how my union with Kaelos goes. The mere thought made my heart pound with anxiety. "Mother, Kaelos is still the Alpha king and can do whatever he pleases." Celine suddenly said with a sly smirk. What a pick me... Anyway, she didn't end there and continued. "And I don't think it's wise of you to say such things about him right here in his–" "What was that I heard about me being delusional?" A familiar voice boomed from behind me, causing my heart to skip a beat. Dear goddess, not him. Not this morning. I slowly turned around, my eyes wavering when I spotted him. Kaelos. He wore a black tailsuit and had his sleek black hair falling to his shoulders as usual. Each step he took exuded confidence and aloofness, but his face remained as expressionless as ever even though there was a hint of irritation in his silver eyes. Caroline, who stood beside me, quickly bowed before him as he approached and a few other maids around did the same before scurrying away. For goddess' sake, he's a leader! Not a god. "Good morning to you too, Alpha King." Celine's mother said, not looking even slightly fazed even though her tone was laced with respect. Barely. What the fuck? Was this woman on some kind of unholy crack? What gave her the balls to call Kaelos 'delusional' and not feel even an ounce of remorse? 'Yup. Something's off.' I thought to myself as I subconsciously stared at Kaelos. He had his gaze locked on me now, his silver eyes meeting mine. My heart slowed down a bit when our eyes met, and I could see a flicker of a foreign emotion in his. However, that barely lasted for a few seconds or so before Celine interrupted with a cough. I shook my head, bowing slightly to Kaelos. "Husband." I greeted. He had a slight frown on his face, causing me to smirk secretly. That's what he gets for locking my ass in my room all night after joking around with the idea of rape. However, to my surprise, he matched my sarcasm quite easily. "Wife. I can see you're as tactless as last night. Where's Beta Marcellus? He was supposed to–" Just before he could complete his sentence, the Beta walked out from hell knows where holding a glass of what seemed like wine in his hands. "I'm here. Had to grab a few snacks while waiting for ma'am Odessa to freshen up." He remarked but paused when he got to our group. His eyes fluttered when he saw Celine's mother, who had a stern expression on her face, watching all our interactions. "Madame Greyheart." Beta Marcellus blurted, seeming surprised to see her. "How... Lovely to see you again." But the woman only responded with a slight bow before speaking. "Same here, Beta. Anyway, Alpha King, could we take our discussion somewhere private?" Kaelos stared at the woman with gritted teeth, his calm demeanor an obvious mask to hide the anger sizzling inside him. But he didn't say or do anything, instead giving me one final glance before turning his back on the group and heading back into the living room. Celine and her mother glanced at each other before they followed him, leaving me, Beta Marcellus, and Caroline behind. "Pardon me, Beta," I called Marcellus' attention, causing him to turn his gaze to me. "I'm not the only one who thinks that the dynamic between Madame Greyheart and the Alpha king is weird, right?" Beta Marcellus stared at me for a few seconds before a small smirk curled the corner of his lips. He walked past me, gesturing at the exit. "We still have that tour to attend to, ma'am. We can talk while we're at it." He stated. I dimmed my eyes at him, showing hesitation at first until I finally sighed, giving up. A little walk around the pack shouldn't hurt. Hopefully, at least... "After you then," I muttered, walking toward him until we were side by side.