Chapter 24: _Luna Celine

Chapter 24: _Luna Celine "You’re joking, right?" Odessa asked with squinted eyes as she got back on her feet. "How do you expect me to ’decipher’ anything in this case? For a crime that you know damn well that I didn’t–" "But the rest of the pack will think you did it if we don’t prove them otherwise." I snapped, causing her to jerk back a little. She gritted her teeth but kept silent, her violet eyes staring into mine with disdain burning in them. But apart from disdain, there was something else. Was that... Regret? ’Oh, snap!’ Damon sniggered inside my head. ’Does she regret our time together this morning?’ I clenched my jaw at the thought but didn’t let my irritation show, instead pointing a finger at Odessa. "Listen. You’re a witch, whether powerless or not. You should have some knowledge on these things at least and be able to prove your worth to the pack." I pointed out, my tone a bit calmer now. "If you can’t even do that... Then the truce will be dissolved." Odessa remained silent despite those words but she seemed visibly disturbed by the idea. Ignoring that, I turned around and walked back to the Alpha council members and Elder Davina. They swerved their gazes to me simultaneously, their eyes glinting with curiosity. "Odessa will be working toward finding out more about what happened to the maid," I announced abruptly, eager to get out of here already. However, my uncle had something to say, as usual. "What do you mean? What’s there to ’find out’?" He queried with a suspicious tone. The amount of times I’ve already thought about ripping his head out of his body today was staggering. "It’s exactly what it sounds like, Gamma," I responded plainly to him, merely sparing him a glance. "Odessa will be working toward proving her innocence since you’re so bent on making her the villain. That will be her first trial and in the process, we might just be able to find out who the actual killer is before things escalate further." I let those words sink in in case he suddenly couldn’t comprehend words now. But after that, I didn’t say anything else and glanced back only to spot Odessa walking forward with a resolute expression on her face. "I’ll try my best to complete this... Trial." She said solemnly, gazing directly at me before she added. "But I’ll need my grimoire back in the mansion." A small smile curled up the corner of my lips. Let’s see how this goes... . . Soon enough, night time came and Odessa was still at Elder Davina’s residence investigating the dead body of the victim. Meanwhile, I was in my office, taking a drink while looking through some file reports concerning the war and the ongoing truce. My assistant, Layla, stood beside me, helping me sort out each report and responding to any questions I had. "The Alpha king of the South American region is taking your route and also trying to see if he can make peace with the witches of his region, sir," Layla reported, showing me a letter from the Alpha king of that region. "He seeks an audience with you to get more tips." The system of leadership among werewolves was a bit complex. Each continent around the world had one Alpha king, who presided over the normal Alphas of their region while also ruling over their own pack. For example, I’m the Alpha king of the North American region and every Alpha in the continent has to answer to me. At the same time, I focused mostly on my resident pack, the Blood Oak pack. This system existed centuries before the war as a way to unite the werewolves. But all I saw it as was too much work. Anyway, I cleared my throat, flinging the letter aside before I gave an order to Layla. "Schedule this meeting with the Alpha king of South America for next week. There are a few things I want to work on this week." I drummed my fingers on my table before taking a sip from a glass of vodka in my hands. Anyway, Layla nodded her head and was about to point at some other documents when a knock came on the door. I raised my head from the papers, dimming my eyes before I turned my gaze to Layla. "Go tell whoever it is that I’m busy and don’t want to be disturbed," I said plainly before bringing my gaze back to the papers. She quickly went to the door and I heard her opening it to see who it was. "Oh, Luna Celine." A scowl appeared on my face as soon as I heard that, my gaze fixed on the door. Layla awkwardly stepped back, allowing Celine to walk in. "Kaelos, darling. Certainly, you can’t be too busy to see me, right?" She asked with a mischievous smirk on her face. I eyed her for a while, playing around with the drink in my hands before I responded. "I’m too busy to see anyone. Especially you, Celine." She wore a red dress that hugged her curves and reached her knees. Anyway, she placed her hand over her mouth, gasping in a mock show of surprise before she chuckled. "Too busy even for me? Hmm, I wonder why." She remarked, cat walking toward my desk. She glanced back at Layla just then, plastering a smile on her face before she gestured at the door. "You can leave now." She said bluntly. Layla blinked awkwardly at her first before glancing at me. But at this point, I had all my attention on Celine who sat in front of me, using her hands to shamelessly adjust her boobs which peeked through her dress. Eventually, Layla turned around and walked out of the office, leaving the place silent apart from my heavy breathing as I glared at Celine. "What are you doing here, ’Luna’ Celine?" I asked sarcastically. "You still have the Luna title despite our divorce, just like your mother wanted. What else do you want? Money?" Celine’s gray eyes glinted with a seductive light as she stretched her hand forward, her fingers brushing against the hand I used to hold my drink, causing a shiver to run through my body. "Why, I want you, Kaelos."