Chapter 47
Angel Fenris’s Pov
“What an incredible woman!” the young prince of Howlstone pack gazes lustfully at our stunning mate as she walks forward to receive her first reward from Garren. Our queen grudgingly holds the twelve silver plates until Garren takes them and hands
them to our mate.
None of the foreign royals has dared question us about dreamstone so far. I am sure they are afraid to show interest because that would mean they are our enemies. And it’s not something they can plot to steal without the help of our mate
She is supposed to dine with us as part of the reward for winning the tournament. Any other warrior would be delighted. But I am not sure my mate wants to sit in this table. We are lucky it’s a rule.
“What exactly was your reason for rejecting her, your majesty?” the annoying prince of Howlstone asks. Whoever put his seat next to mine must have been seeking to test my temper. “If I had her in my pack I would make her my Luna,” he adds, staring at Keira as she hands her rewards of silver and gold to her friend, Ezra.
I can hear every word they say.
“Take them to alpha Aleric and his Luna. Tell them I will be coming in a few days,” she says.
“You really think they will let you go?” her friend questions.
“All they want from me is a wish. Once it’s done they will be searching for a refined royal woman and I will be on my way back home, she answers.
It hurts to know that she believes we would make that mistake again even after getting stuck with our wicked queen.
Rumulus is surprisingly in attendance despite his injuries. He sits at the back of the hall with his hand clutching his wounded stomach and a furious expression on his face.
Our mate’s friend leaves and Henry immediately directs her to join our table.
“Would you want her if she were a lowly human servant with no combat skills?” I ask the young prince and he immediately frowns and shakes his head.
“I am the next alpha of Howlstone, how can I want a weak Luna?”
“Well, doesn’t sound like you would have made Keira your Luna then,” I say.
“Oh, didn’t know she wasn’t always so iconic, he replies.
“She was. We just couldn’t tell because she wasn’t of royal blood,” I answer.
An old alpha sited next to the young prince nods in agreement. “That’s understandable. Everyone wants a refined woman. We always mistake their elegance for perfection, he says, “but it’s never too late to mend mistakes,” he adds just as Keira takes the seat between me and Conrad
Her scent is quite enchanting. The urge to lean in and breathe it in is almost irresistible. Whatever spell she had used must have faded away completely.
“You look exquisite, Conrad says, biting down on his soft lower lip like he is fighting the urge to kiss her.
I wish that she is the one we married. We would be free to carry her to bed after the feast. She may be our mate but we cannot lustfully touch her. We are still bound by the blood promise we made with Lyna
“Thank you for the dress, our mate says, her big eyes showing no hint of delight despite the rewards she just received.
“We can get you more ornate clothing if you want.” I tell, “it will help boost your confidence.
“Thank you, but I do not want my sense of confidence to relay on fine clothing,” she wisely responds.
In other words she means that she doesn’t want be like our foolish queen.
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The many foreign royals seated around the table starts congratulating her with genuine admiration. It’s not every day that they meet a stunning young lady that is not purely obsessed with her beauty.
The young alphas doesn’t hesitate to offer invitations to their packs which I happily notice that our mate doesn’t show a hint of
“May I ask that you relocate to the main palace? It will be much safer and you will have your own spacious chambers,” he says.
We cannot let her know that we do not intend to engage in another blood promise to divorce her after we are married. She is our virtuous mate and we will do everything in our power to win over her heart again.
“I will have two more soldiers assigned to guard your guest room then Conrad concludes with a tone of finality.
“Now it would be an offence to fail to acknowledge the ferocity and courage that Miss Hangings’s opponent displayed in the battlefield,” our assistant, Henry, announces to the crowd and they applaud. Rumulus appears embarrassed however. He knows well that no amount of fake praise can redeem his sullied reputation.
“Had he fought against someone else he would have triumphed. For this reason our elegant queen has awarded her brave mate a week long stay in this kingdom. Henry adds and everyone including my brother Conrad simply shrug their shoulders.
Garren makes his way to us and our queen follows. He takes a seat beside Conrad and Lyna settles next to him, casting our mate a hateful glare.
“I never thought you would return after you stole my wedding ring and ran off at night,” she mockingly says and I notice some of the royal guests raise their eyebrows. “It must have really hurt knowing that your mates had chosen me,” she adds with a
smirk.
I did feel hurt then, because I was a tortured soul that was desperate for love. Things would have been different if I had known how to love myself first.
“On the night of our wedding they told me how you had cried when they rejected you. We laughed so much about it. And they made love to me for hours so you would feel the pain and know how worthless you are,” she reveals, grinning mischievously.
“Shut up!” Angel Fenris snaps at her.
“Or what?” She scoffs.
She knows well that they cannot harm her directly because of the blood promise they made. She is free to do as she wishes. “You must have came back to show them that you’re better than me. But they are only using you and once they are done you will be chased away from this palace like a dog,” she points out the obvious.
“Speak of what you know, woman! I will not allow your envious rant to ruin this celebration,” angel Garren warns.
“Oh I know well what I am speaking of, his queen defiantly responds, her gaze still fixed on me. “On the night of our wedding they all told me how ugly they thought you look. Then they promised to give me a dozen necklaces of gold if I agreed to send you away from their palace so they would not have to smell your wretched scent. I turned down the offer because I was still trying to serin kind, she informs, still smiling wickedly.
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1 am stunned for a long moment. I knew they hated me, but I never thought they would have paid to be rid of my scent. I would rather not have known about this because now I feel my eyes wetting with angry tears.
“Dare open the mouth again and your foolish words won’t go unpunished!” Angel Conrad hisses at their queen.
“You will punish me for telling her the truth? Are you not the ones that told me that your mate smells like a wet sheep?” She questions.
My cheeks flush with embarassment as several piteous eyes turn to stare at me. The tears that had gathered in my eyes now overflow and cascade down the slopes of my cheeks. Overwhelmed by shame, I hastily rise from my seat and leave the hall.
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