Chapter 25: _Recipe For Disaster

Chapter 25: _Recipe For Disaster "Why, I want you, Kaelos." I stared at Celine like she’d lost her mind. Heck, she definitely has! ’Where’s a gag reflex when you need one?’ Damon muttered in my head, making gagging sounds. But I ignored him, instead staring at Celine with distant eyes. "Well, you can’t have me, love. Been there, done that... Never again." I said plainly. Without another word, I withdrew my hand from Celine’s hold, causing her to gasp with surprise. She watched me as I downed the entire glass of vodka in one gulp but I kept my gaze away from her, placing my attention back on the papers on the table. "You can’t mean that." Celine suddenly muttered, obviously in denial. "What we had was special, Kaelos. We didn’t need any mate bonds to define our love." I had grabbed a pen before she started speaking but couldn’t help but drop it when I heard her say all that. This had to be a joke. A deliberate plot for her to get into my head and distract me maybe. Because, what the heck? "Did you just say ’love’?" I asked with a scoff, shaking my head before I rubbed it with my fingers. "Love? You can’t be serious. What we had was nothing but an agreement made between me and your mother. And you failed your only part of the bargain." I watched her face dissolve into an ugly scowl as she banged her hand on the table in anger. "I don’t have control over having children, Kaelos! It’s not my fault that I’m barren." She remarked. I tilted my head at her, squinting my eyes coldly. She seemed to get the message that I was losing patience and coughed awkwardly before lowering her gaze. "Forgive me. But you know what I said is correct." Her tone was way more calmer now as she raised her head, her grey eyes glinting with what seemed like tears. Dear goddess, not this again... "Yes, you don’t have any control over being barren." I nodded my head in agreement but was quick to add more. "But the elders of this pack don’t care about that. As my Luna, you were supposed to give me an heir. That’s it. There were no feelings or strings attached." Celine clicked her tongue, a bitter smile on her face as she leaned in closer, placing her face on top of her arms. "The elders? Since when do you care about what the Elders of this pack think?" She asked rhetorically. Well, never... But she didn’t need to know that. Or maybe she does, I don’t care. "Listen, Celine." I raised my hand, closing my eyes with frustration. "What we had was... Something. But you can’t deny the fact that it was built on agreements and blackmail. That’s basically what your mother did to me and is still what she’s trying to do." My head spun with more frustration when I mentioned that, but the frustration soon turned into anger as I stood up, placing both my hands on my desk and glaring at Celine. She shrank back in her seat in fright as I continued. "I do not appreciate feeling like I’m being taken advantage of. Your mother has been a thorn in my side for years. How do you expect me then to have even a sliver of affection for her daughter?" I queried, tilting my head to see her reaction. Celine’s breathing increased as anger welled up in her eyes. I scoffed and sat down after a few seconds but didn’t expect what she said next. "So, you’d want that witch to give you the children that I couldn’t, right?" She asked, causing me to gawk at her. She’s definitely lost her marbles! "Are you out of your mind, Celine?" I questioned, dimming my eyes with genuine concern. "No seriously. In what world would I, the Alpha king of North America, have a spawn with a witch? Do you know how disastrous a hybrid would be?" Part werewolf, part witch hybrids were a rarity in this era of war, and rightfully so. Before the war, the idea of both races having children was less frowned upon, even though it was still an oddity. But now? "You tell me, Alpha king." Celine chuckled bitterly, tilting her head at me. "You and that witch have seemed so close since she stepped foot in this pack. It’s not even a hidden fact among the elite members of our pack. Which makes me wonder..." She paused, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. I’d had enough at this point and was about to point at the door for her to leave when she stood up. ’Finally.’ Damon blurted in relief in my head just then. Unfortunately, it seemed leaving the office was the last thing on Celine’s mind as she placed both her hands on the desk before leaning in closer to me. "It makes me wonder if you’re intentionally getting so close to a witch just to spite me. Just to get me jealous." She said with a whisper, a seductive look in her eyes. Just when I thought she couldn’t get any more delusional... "You’re insane, Celine. You hear me?" I spat with disgust, eyeing her before I gestured at the door. "If you have nothing else to say, then leave." However, she didn’t listen to me and instead turned around the desk, walking seductively toward me. I dimmed my eyes as she finally got to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "You know you want me, Kaelos." She remarked, slowly bringing her left hand to my face. "If you didn’t, you would’ve shoved me away or even done something more rash by now." I glared at her, pondering her words and knowing that that wasn’t the case. I hadn’t done anything rash because I seemed to be growing... Soft. And no, I’m not even talking about my little soldier down below. It was as lifeless as wet paper right now in the presence of Celine and I wasn’t even surprised. However, what I mean by being ’soft’ is my emotions. My restraint. ’Oh, our mate is changing you already?’ Damon remarked in my head despite how irritated he was by Celine’s presence. ’What are you waiting for then? Let’s seal the deal and–’ Suddenly, I heard a click on my office door, followed by it swinging wide open. "Kaelos, I found something on the..." Odessa... My eyes shone wide as I realized how close Celine clung to me, her breasts literally inches away from my face while her hands were on my body. A recipe for disaster as I fixed my gaze on Odessa and saw the stunned look on her face when she saw Celine and me. Shit...