Countdown 15 Departing From the Alpha (Evelyn) novel Chapter 135

Chapter 127 

Diane was not aware, but Robert knew, in fact, the maids of the palace were carefully selected werewolves, not one of them with an age less than a hundred years old. They were as powerful as betas from an actual pack, and regrettably the one in front of them seemed even more powerful than a regular beta. They had no choice, but to leave, even if they were not satisfied with the result *of their visit. 

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Celia returned to her guest room, wanting nothing more than to be alone. The meeting had resulted 

only making her remember the past, reminding her that she never had a real family. 

Several hours passed before she felt like even raising herself a bit from the bed to drink a glass of water. She was thankful that at least she was left alone for a bit. 

“Knock!” 

“Knock!” 

“Yes!” She answered, with her voice a little bit hoarse, wiping the tears away. 

“Miss Celia, his highness asks for your presence in the dining room!” Jenna informed her, smiling a bit reassuringly. 

“Could you please inform him that I am not hungry? I want to rest for a bit longer.” Celia said slowly 

she did not want Salas to see her puffy red eyes. She also did not have an appetite. 

“Please come with me. His highness has said that, no matter what, you must come. Please do not put 

me in a difficult position!” Jenna pleaded, she used the reason that she knew would make Celia have 

no choice but to come. 

Celia did not refuse longer and walked to the dining room. 

She expected Jenna would enter with her, but the latter excused herself and asked her to enter alone. 

Opening the door, Salas’s distinct scent that had a calming effect on her instantly hit her nose. 

She clumsily entered, thinking of what to say to Salas if he asked her of the visit, but such thoughts flew away as soon as she stepped through the door. 

The beautiful sparkling lights that decorated the room, the warm light that the countless candles 

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emitted and the countless flowers, that she had not even noticed the scent of before, stunned her. Rather than the usual dining room, the room felt more like a romantic restaurant enclosure. 

But what captivated her attention the most, was the sight of handsomest man she had ever laid eyes on, waiting for her in the middle of the room. 

“W–what?” what is happening she wanted to say, but momentarily could not find the words. 

Salas dressed in a black formal suit, was as expressionless and as solemn as ever, but his gaze was still warm nonetheless. 

He did not say anything, only came near and closed the door behind her, before pulling her by the 

shoulders towards the table. 

She walked like a puppet, following his pace and direction. 

When they arrived near the beautiful decorated table, he did not pull her chair out, helping her sit like he always did, but turned her shoulders so that she would face him, and slowly kneeled on one 

of his knees. 

The image was quite contrasting of the tall formal dressed man, in front of the home dressed Celia, 

who was dressed in an ankle length wool dress with the usual fluffy slippers he had gotten for her. 

She looked towards him wide eyed, with her heart beat raising, not understanding his gesture. 

“Celia I know that I have promised you that I will not mark you, until we save Crescent.” Salas 

started gently. 

She did not interrupt him, but still felt frightened, thinking he might have changed his mind. Perhaps, the head councilmember had opposed it when he came earlier today, her heart squeezing at the thought. 

“I will keep that promise towards you… however I still want to mark you as mine. Even though 

cannot mark you how we werewolves do, I at least hope to mark you as humans do.” Salas still as 

gently as before said, moving his hand towards his pocket and taking out a small black box. 

“Celia since a long time ago I have yearned for a family. Since the loss of my parents, finding my mate and becoming a family together with her, has been my most fervent wish. 

>Will you please marry me and become my family?” Salas asked, finally revealing the ring side of 

the black box. 

The small ring and the promise of a family touched her heart greatly. She was certain now that he was informed of the details of the visit, but he thoughtfully did not embarrass her further, touching 

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on the sour subject. 

Instead he had comforted her without even mentioning a word of it, he had offered her what she