The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate novel Chapter 53

Quinn walked her way out of the pack house, lifting her dress with both her hands as she did so.

On her way to the canteen, she saw members of Zayd’s pack that looked at her weirdly. But she tried to avoid the eyes that watched her, for they were only trying to find out where the very aspect that made her a werewolf was.

Except for the children who were not of age, she was probably the only werewolf without a wolf. It was pride shattering, but she knew she had to live with her mistake for the rest of her life.

Pushing her hair out of her line of vision, she looked up at the canteen, still wondering why she was the only one dressed. Was she a bit too early?

But that didn’t make sense, Marcia said the party had already started.

With a sigh, she pushed the double doors open, stepping past them and into the big, empty room. Her steps forward echoed rhythmically until another person’s footsteps disrupted the harmony of hers.

It was Larna and she was dressed in a beautiful white suit; the skirt breaching just above her knees. “Come this way, my lady.”

“Larna I…this…what’s going on?”

“I’m afraid I’m not the person meant to explain that.” She stretched her hand out, gesturing for Quinn to follow her, and she did so.

Larna led her through the canteen and towards a door marked unrestricted. Zayd hadn’t told her about this door during the tour.

With the slight twist of the knob, Larna pushed it open. “I hope you’ll enjoy the meal this time.”

And then she walked away.

Quinn watched as she left and then looked beyond the door she’d open.

The inside surprised her. It was beautiful; painted in white and red, even the light that shone from the ceiling glowed red. There was just one table situated in the center of the room, it being the only furniture here.

The table was adorned with a vase filled with white and red roses and dishes that were covered were placed on both adjacent ends…that along with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

This all bewildered her, but what cast her into even more bewilderment was Zayd who stood beside the table, staring at her with those dark, hazel eyes. He was wearing a black suit, looking just as he did that night. His trim was fresh, giving him a more handsome look, and the slight smile on his lips was enchanting. “You took longer than I thought you would…I almost thought you wouldn’t come.”

He walked towards her, and Quinn didn’t move from where she stood, she honestly felt like she couldn’t. “What is…? Zayd what’s going on?”

“You look just as beautiful as you did back then, in a stunning green dress that could never outshine your green eyes.”

“What’s all this?”

“Have a seat first.” He raised his arm, offering it to her, and Quinn reluctantly entwined hers with his. He walked her to the table, pulling out the chair on the left for her, and Quinn sat down slowly.

It was then that he took a seat in front of her, seeming calm and collective. “How are you feeling?”

“Confused…” Quinn truthfully told him. “But it was my mistake to have automatically thought I was attending a fancy party when you sent me this dress. What is all this, Zayd? I already told you, I made it clear that there will be nothing else between us. Why are you doing this?”