Chapter 89
A service I was wasnât dire in need of.
At least, not with the people they were bringing up.
I was currently talking to a group of Lunas, all of whom were trying to brag about their sons. One Luna in specific, Luna Cavelli, was going on and on about how her son was âlooking for a woman of my caliberâ. I could feel the twitching need of an eye roll but I did my best to maintain my impassive.
expression with a smile. The number of times Iâve heard âit must be hard being a sole Alphaâ was more than I could count on both hands. Luna Cavelli was just about to go into depth about her sonâs future visit here when I caught a whiff of a familiar scent.
A familiar scent I couldnât misplace anywhere.
They arrived.
Hestia and Landon walked in, her hand hanging on his forearm with a tight smile in place. She wore a pale blue, sleeveless dress that loosely flared down her hips. A pretty similar styled dress to the one I had initially picked out. Hestia and I always had similar tastes. It wasnt a surprise she chose blue as her color. Weâve heard that it suited us better and that it brought out our eyes.
I was beginning to thank Meredith for sending me this dress.
I knew the instant he stepped in, he smelt me. He looked through the crowds, eyes searching around until they found where I stood. Landonâs dark hair gelled up, his body cladded in a dark blue sult to match Hestia with a white button up under. His eyes stayed fixated on me, his mouth slightly gaping as he trailed down my figure.
Fire. Scorching disgust left behind with each passing second his eyes took me in.
This was uncomfortable.
I looked away, not sparing him another second but his heated gaze still pinpointed where I was. His attention was sickeningly sticky. Everywhere his eyes passed down left behind a muck of repulsive emotions quivering straight through me.
Benicio and Sophie were also here, standing right behind them dressed just as formally and undoubtedly looking in my direction too.
I donât look their way.
I simply allow others to start crowding around me full of questions and eyes shinning with intrigue. My wolf huffed out her annoyance, clearly over with the whole event and wanting nothing more than to just go home to Greyhound and be let loose. She rolled on her side, staring leisurely at all these new faces crowding around us.
âAlpha Crestfield, I donât believe weâve met.â
I look up, taking notice of a fairly young man, lean and tall with sandy blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. He smiles at me with a drink in his hand and soon the Lunaâs surrounding me move aside for him. I arch a brow at this, knowing that he wasnât an Alpha but understanding that his presence was still undeniably strong. Almost on par with an Alpha but not exactly there.
âYes,â
I breathe out, turning my body to him.
âI donât believe we have.â
Blondie flashes me a coy grin and I couldâve sworn I heard a few of the women swoon at the sight. I smirk to myself, almost letting a soft scoff leave me. Heâs handsome. Iâm not blind to see his physical
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appeal, but he also screams âwomanizerâ just as blatantly.
âWeâll have to change that, wonât we? My name is Marco Williams.â
He holds his hand out to me and I take it only for him to bring my knuckles to his lips. Pressing a light kiss, he peers through his lashes trying to see if his little gesture has an effect. His mouth slightly tugs down when he sees me staring at him indifferently. He recovers, straightening up.
âSo youâre the famous nephew.â
I say amusedly. Marcoâs grin bounces back on his face as he nods. Looking at him now, I could see somewhat of a resemblance to Williams. They both had brown eyes and their heights were somewhat the same. Marco was a lot leaner than Williams though.
âYes, Uncle James has often told me about you. He and Aunt Elizabeth seem quite fond of you, but I can say that after meeting you personallyâ¦â
His eyes scan me down,
âIâm not surprised to see why. I can say Iâm beginning to be just as fond of you as they are.â
The Lunas who still surround me watch as I suddenly laugh. My body shook as more rumbles of laughter pass through my lips. A streak of confusion flashes in his eyes but heâs quick to cover it.
âNot only are you a comedian but youâre also quite the flirt.â
Marco smiles, a certain gleam in his eyes at my words. He knew he wasnât going to get anything. from me but he was still trying. He mustâve thought that by having many witnesses around us, I wouldâve went along with his not so subtle flirting just for the sake of saving face. His flirts were harmless. He was most likely testing me rather than actually trying to get in my pants.
The intimidation factor was not working, unfortunately for him.