Chapter 44: _Treating Her Right

Chapter 44: _Treating Her Right "Oh, good. The tailor is here." Kaelos muttered, adjusting his cufflinks before he gave Celine and her mother one final glance. "Hopefully we wouldn’t have to have this... ’Conversation’ again." The dining table was tense and I couldn’t help but try my best to look away from Celine. I knew that if Kaelos left here without me the bitch would have her hands around my throat. Before Kaelos could walk away, I grabbed his arm from where I sat, causing him to turn his gaze to me with a frown on his face. I was speechless at first, my eyelids fluttering until I plastered a smile on my face. "Would you mind if I tagged along with you to go see this tailor?" Kaelos tilted his head but soon shrugged. "Who did you think the tailor was here to see? Me? Nah, I could just slap a random suit from my closet on my body for the ball and call it a day. You on the other hand... My bride..." He paused, making sure those last words sank enough for Celine and her mother to digest them. The two of them gave me deadly looks, causing me to quickly look away from them. Kaelos wasn’t helping at all! "... Anyway, as my bride and a symbol of this truce, I need to present you properly to our guests. Can’t have you looking like a peasant witch now, can we?" I flashed a wry smile at him as I got up and adjusted my dress. After taking his hand, he led me away from the dining room to meet with this tailor. . . When we got to the tailor, who was in a room on the ground floor, he didn’t waste any time and began taking my measurements. I gulped, tensing up as I glanced at Kaelos who gave me a wink. I couldn’t help but wonder what had gotten into him to make him so... Present. He didn’t have any business being here. "It seems she’ll be a perfect fit for the gown, my Lord." The tailor muttered, writing down the final measurements on the book in his hands. "All I’ll have to do is make a few adjustments and then it’ll be ready by tomorrow night, give or take." Kaelos arched an eyebrow, causing the rather flamboyant tailor to tense up. "Give or take? I need an exact estimate. Will you be able to have the gown ready by tomorrow or not?" The tailor quickly nodded his head, seeming shaken. "O– Of course, my lord. I can have it ready by tomorrow evening. W– Would you like me to make a gown for the Luna as well, or...?" Kaelos stared at the man for a while, seemingly contemplating something before he shrugged. "Very well, then. Go meet her and follow her descriptions for whatever gown she wants. But my mother’s gown must be ready for Odessa tomorrow." My mouth fell as soon as I heard that last part. His mother’s gown? My eyelids fluttered as I watched the tailor leave the room after bowing to Kaelos. "Your... Your mother’s gown?" I repeated just then, causing Kaelos to swerve his head to me. "I don’t understand. Why am I being given your mother’s gown? Wasn’t she Luna?" I didn’t need a fortune teller to know that that sounded extremely problematic. A gown belonging to the former Luna being given to the current Alpha king’s Witch bride? I could already see the headlines that would come from that and they didn’t look good. "Did I stutter?" Kaelos asked nonchalantly, chuckling to himself when he saw the expression on my face. "The gown was one my mother iconically wore the last time the South American Alpha King visited this pack. Everything from its color to the designs is a representation of the pack." The smile on his face told me that he’d been really fond of his mother. I was surprised he was able to talk about her without showing any hint of sadness, even in the tone of his voice. Anyway, he soon cleared his throat, his usual stoic expression coming back. Buzz kill... "Don’t think too much about it though. I’m only giving you the gown to show the South American Alpha King that I treat you just like I would treat any other woman I call my wife, even though you’re a witch." Ouch... My jaw clenched as I glared at him but he didn’t seem to catch on with the fact that I was pissed at his words. Unable to keep calm anymore, I blurted. "Well, that will be a lie, Kaelos. Because we all know that you don’t treat me like you’d treat a normal wife. I’m basically trash to you." Kaelos paused, his eyebrows furrowing as he tilted his head. The silence that came after my words was deafening, but I didn’t regret them... Not in the slightest. However, Kaelos soon sniggered and shook his head as he slowly began walking toward me. "Tell me, Odessa. In what way is a man supposed to treat a woman? You sound like such an expert even though you were as single as a showerhead when I first saw you." My face heated up with an embarrassed blush but I didn’t let my guard down or lose my composure. I cleared my throat before I began. "Well, first off, a marriage isn’t all about sex. You have to also treat your significant other like an actual person instead of a doll that you play around with when you’re bored." My breathing started increasing when I noticed that Kaelos was getting even closer to me now. His cologne’s strong scent wafted into my nostrils, causing me to breathe out subconsciously in satisfaction. But I quickly shook my head before I continued. "You never make any efforts to be romantic and you also want our true relationship to be kept a secret. I honestly don’t think I get why you don’t want the rest of the pack to know that we are m–" Before I could finish that sentence, Kaelos got in front of me in the blink of an eye and placed his right hand on my mouth, causing my eyes to widen in shock as I stared into his intimidating silver eyes.