When we got back to our room, I loosely curled my hair and applied some light makeup. I pulled out a black suit that Caspien hung up yesterday, I frowned at it not sure it was my style. As soon as I put it on, I changed my mind completely.
I felt good. Powerful, confident, s.exy.
It was an all-black two-piece suit. The pants flared slightly at the bottom but hugged my legs everywhere else. Even after I slipped on heels, the pants almost touched the floor.
The top had two triangular cutouts on each side above the pockets that showed my skin. It might have been a bit too formal without them, and I liked the balance they created. The suit jacket covered enough where I didn’t need to wear a shirt under it, but it still had a slight plunging cut.
“D.amn,” Caspien breathed, coming into the bathroom where I was adjusting my hair. I looked at him in the suit that he wore on Emmett’s birthday, matching gray with a white shirt underneath. A small curled my lips at the sight.
“You too,”
“Are you ready?” He asked, his voice turning serious. I nodded once, turning my head back to the mirror.
I grabbed a clip. It was made out of clear gems and looked like a starburst. I clipped some of my hair back on one side and tucked it in, a trail of gems intertwined in my hair from the tail.
“I like it,” Caspien ran the back of his finger over the clip, “It’s like a shooting star.”
As soon as we left our room, he was back in scary alpha mode. He held two folders in his arms, one was mine with a copy of what he brought and a pen and paper.
Goddess, this was going to be a long day.
How do these things usually go? – I asked him
They’re usually long and dull – He shrugged slightly, looking ahead – Basically starts with a rundown of the past year and talk through things that might arise, and then people bring forward issues. Oh, I didn’t want to wait until the end I wanted answers now.
I can bring it up earlier, they already know I’m here for a reason. We’re here for a reason. – He squeezed my hand and I nodded once.
We walked in almost comfortable silence to the main conference room. Caspien opened it without knocking.
All eyes went to us, Nolan and Camilla were sitting at the head, and a few other Alpha’s and their Luna’s were standing finishing a light lunch.
Caspien nodded at them once in recognition and dismissal, and they went back to doing what they were before, only a bit tenser.
Caspien got us both a cup of coffee and went over to Nolan.
“Prince Dracos,” Camilla said tightly, averting her eyes. Caspien nodded once at her.
“I hope the rest of your ball was uneventful,” He said, and I fought a smile. He was so composed, so dismissive, I found it hilarious.
“It was after you left,” Nolan said. I was almost taken aback by his confidence and complete rudeness.
“Ah, I expected it to be,” Caspien nodded once, “Willa was tired and wanted me to escort her to bed,” Caspien’s face curled into a tight smile, but his eyes were on fire.
“Yes, I know what that’s like,” Nolan fought to keep his stare, a smirk on his face. Camilla turned to her chosen mate in shock, anger plastered on her face, and I saw her hands bunch into fists.
“I doubt you do,” Caspien said, taking a sip of coffee.
“The party was gorgeous,” I added, looking at Camilla, “Beautiful decorations,” She met my gaze, but there was nothing but hatred in her stare. I was trying to be polite, and I was actually being serious. The place didn’t look bad.
“I think it’s time we get this started,” Nolan said, standing up. Behind us, the room was filling up, “Let’s bring this meeting to a start in five minutes,” He called out; his voice wasn’t very loud.
Caspien led me to a seat at the long rectangular table, Nolan was at the top and we took two chairs next to him on his left side.
“I’ll see you later,” Camilla placed a wet kiss on Nolan’s mouth and let out a soft m.oan. The display didn’t upset me at all but it was kinda fucking disgusting.
Pathetic – Caspien mentioned, and I smiled at him briefly.
Camilla gave me a smile that was more of a smirk, and I started back at her, confused, as she walked past me.
“We have a light lunch planned for the ladies,” Nolan said, “You can follow my Luna out,” Some of the Lunas moved to the door but most stayed next to their mates.
“What are you still doing here?” Nolan turned to me, exasperated.
“I’m here for the conference,” I stated.
“You’re a Luna or mate or whatever,” He scoffed.
“Yes,” Caspien answered, “Why wouldn’t she stay?”
Camilla was still standing at the door; her eyes shifted between us and Nolan. He shook his head at her and motioned for her to leave.
Nolan took a too-short breath. His anger at Goddess knew what was evident on his face. Caspien handed me my folder, and I opened it up towards me, looking through its contents as the other guests took their seats.
I glanced up to see Nolan glaring at me.
“I can’t believe you let her wear that.” Nolan scoffed, d.amn he was getting bold.
Caspien’s anger flared, his aura expanded with his rising annoyance, “Let me make something very clear,” He said, his voice white hot.
Everyone in the room was staring at us in complete silence.
“I do not give my mate permission to do anything.” His eyes locked with Nolan’s, “She is my equal in every way, and even that is me being kind to me. I am undeserving of her, but somehow she makes me feel worthy every d.amn day.” Okay, not really where I expected that to go, but my stomach flipped, and tears pricked my eyes. I blinked them away, hoping no one saw that.
Strong front even though my mate was baring his soul to your ex and every other Alpha in the territory.
“My mate can wear whatever she sees fit. If she cares to ask for my opinion on something, I will gladly give it, but not on something as trivial as clothes or showing skin.” He was breathing deeply.
“Sorry, sir, just an honest question.” An Alpha almost raised his hand, and I fought back a laugh.
Caspien turned his stare to the interrupting Alpha, but his voice was calmer, “Go on,”
“You don’t, er, you wouldn’t get jealous?” The Alpha managed out, “Not saying that she isn’t wearing anything that is inappropriate, but if she were..” He trailed off.
Caspien laughed once, “If she decided to show up here in a napkin, that is up to her. As for jealousy? It’s a feeling I’m unfamiliar with, especially with Willa. She is my mate. She was made for me, she has accepted me, so no matter how she chooses to show off her incredibly s.exy body, I know that I am the only one going to be touching it.” He loosened up a bit and grabbed my hand gently.
“Those who are jealous need to look and see where the misplaced trust is, and if there is no reason not to trust your mate, then the jealousy is all on you.” He added, meeting the eyes of the other Alphas.
The Luna’s that stayed were nodding at Caspien appreciatively; some were eyeing their mates in an ‘I told you so’ way.
“So, if there are no more questions about my wife’s clothing, I would like to get back to the business at hand.” Caspien turned his hard gaze to Nolan, who looked to be cowering into himself.
No one said anything.
“Good,” Caspien shifted to address the group, not taking my hand from where it rested on his lap, “And I will hear no one speak again, insinuating that I need to allow my mate to do anything. It makes me sound like an archaic p.rick and her some Luna who only plans parties.” A direct jab at Nolan and Camilla, and Iris was howling with laughter and adoration in my mind.
“My mate has the same status and title as I do.” That was a bit of a stretch, but I would take it. I squeezed his hand, and he relaxed a bit, if only I noticed.
Nolan reigned in his anger just enough to clear his throat and start the meeting.
The door opened up, and Natalie stormed in.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.