CHAPTER 10

While holding the microphone, Irish felt more powerful than she had ever felt in her entire life.

This was the moment she would be heard. It felt like she had been waiting for this her entire life.

Adrian's eyes widened in shock, while Ashley glared daggers at her, with a look that said, 'I'll kill you, just you wait and see,'

"Hello. Everyone. I am Irish and I have a secret to share, something Alpha isn't ready to tell you." The grand ballroom suddenly went silent.

Everyone was looking to hear what Irish had to say.

All attention turned to Irish as cameras became more angled on her face, and she was put on the spotlight.

"Irish...what the fuck are you doing?" Adrian growled by the side, without the microphone to his mouth so only Irish could hear.

But Irish was adamant, so she continued. "I am the Alpha's true mate not Ashley, sitting over there. You all know how important that is to your Alpha, right?"

Adrian's gaze swept across the crowd, gauging their reaction, then he turned to glare at Irish.

His face paled. The worst of it was that he was losing it, yet, he could not take any action against Irish lest his reputation be tarnished in front of the cameras.

Like someone stung by bees, Ashley got up from her sitting position. Her eyes like bullets, bore holes into Irish.

"Everyone, stay calm. The security will handle the lunatic in this meeting." Adrian's eyes blazed with camouflaged fury as he gestured towards Irish.

Irish was still with the microphone, and since there wasn't any security coming, she decided to reveal more. "Lunatic, huh?"

Irish laughed hysterically, making sure the microphone was fixed to her lips.

"Are you ashamed of me? Ashamed of your mate, shouldn't I be Luna too?"

At this point, the crowd was thrown into a frenzy. Murmurs and whispers could be heard in every corner of the hall.

Adrian's face reddened with embarrassment, while Ashley was simply struck with terror.

Sitting back on her seat and not causing the scene to be more dramatic was the hardest thing he could do.

Right there, another plan hatched in Irish's mind.

Suddenly, her eyes grew teary, and she gripped hard, the microphone.

"That he's ashamed of me as his mate,.." Irish sobbed and gulped, "...and he calls me a lunatic, that's not all. He...he..." Irish broke down in more tears. As if to say he had done way more terrible things to her, she crouched down on the floor and balled out.

Adrian seemed to suddenly come to his senses. Perhaps it was at this moment when he realized, that he had to act fast or he would be labeled an uncompassionate Alpha.

He sighed and cursed inwardly, his enemies could surely leverage on this and use it against him.

So he walked towards her though his eyes were heavy with repulsion. He crouched down and held her hands, shifting the microphone away from their lips, "Why the fuck are you here, Irish, you were grounded," Adrian growled lowly.

Irish looked up at him and flashed him an evil grin, "want me to show them my early pregnancy bump?"

Adrian groaned and got up from his crouching position.

He was about to address the crowd again about the present situation when someone yelled from the crowd.

"If she's not your mate, then may I have a dance with her?!"

At this point, Adrian's eyes flashed a fiery red ember. He tightly balled his fist as he looked in the direction of the voice.