MYSTERIOUS MARK

Chapter 12

Alessia's pov

Goosebumps propped over my skin. His words, but mostly his actions got me irreversibly blown.

I realised it now. It wasn't a deva ju. He had done the same thing the first night we crossed paths, and he had mentioned about my tattoo too. I had been too tipsy to make out reasonable meanings of anything he said that night. It was all clear now.

I'd bared this mysterious moon carving on my back from my birth . According to my parents, the Alpha and Luna of our pack back then, they had consulted every witch and seer from far and near to unravel the misery behind the unfamiliar strange mark.

But every attempt was futile.

I recalled some memories from my childhood when they often took me to places for the same purpose.

After getting nothing despite the dishevel, my parents had tagged it a unique mark and passed discreet warnings to me against displaying it carelessly to the public.

I was completely gobsmacked to hear Lycan Cyril mention it like it was some casual public knowledge.

He released me suddenly. And I almost stumbled over on my dress, but thanks to the washing sink.

“I don't know why everything is twisted.’’ He stated, plainly unconcerned about the fact that he literally just almost got me injured.

“I don't know why the goddess let you get married but it's certain your husband doesn't want you. So it shouldn't be hard to end it.’’

I battled with my mind. Undignified fear flailed through me as the fleeting wonder on what my tattoo holds tugged my mind. Lycan Cyril definitely knew about it.

My whole life, I'd wished to solve the mysterious puzzle behind the tattoo. It was too keen to have nothing to it. But having being faced with the truth now, I dreaded hearing a word of it.

This was about me. It was already a huge punch to my guts that a stranger knew more about my own issue than I did myself.

‘‘W-what do you know?’’ I gathered the nerve to ask.

A brief peer at my face, an insiduos smirk crawled to his lips. Accompanied by a daring step.

“You know nothing about it, isn't it?’’ He placed a finger on my face, slowly running the tip down my cheeks. “That must have been why you keep misbehaving.’’

“What are you doing?’’ I whispered, the complete opposite if how I planned to speak.

He suddenly dropped his hand. I hated myself for regretting asking him the question earlier.

He must have heard something. He lunged to the door, but it busted open before he could pull.

My heart cringed. And cringed even harder when I heard a gasp from the intruder, followed by her ever familiar voice.

“I'm sorry my king, I didn't realise you….’’ Her voice trailed off, ditto to my heart. “Alessia is in here?’’

Lycan Cyril towering silhouette didn't provide Annalise with any chance to catch even a glimpse of my shadow. Same applied to me. But my scent was definitely all over the place.

‘‘She left. Your co-wife right?’’

The firmness of Lycan Cyril’s tone must have tamed back whatever argument Annalise was initially going to throw.

‘‘Permit me to ask what you're doing here by the way. This is the ladies restroom.’’ She implied.

She managed to make her tone sound appeasing enough. But having shared same roof with her over the years, I knew the conspiracy going on in her mind. She didn't get over my scent that vividly hovered the vicinity and she believed I was around.

“Oh, is it?’’ I sensed a smile from Lycan Cyril. A brief one. “I didn't notice. There's a next door, you might use that.’’ He corked his head to the side.

Annalise proceeded obediently, her receding footsteps leaving traces of her movements until she was away from the passage.

Lycan Cyril shot a look at me above his shoulder.

“You should leave before she returns.’’

His icy voice caught goosebumps all over me. What went wrong with him now? Barely minutes ago he was all rosy with me .…

Jabbing my throat, I adjusted my dress and walked out, ignoring his gaze that trailed me until I was out.

Thompson hadn't even noticed my absence. His distant attention and hysterical laughter with the group of Alphas gathered by his side of the table, scrunching their robes as they anticipated Lycan Cyril to share pleasantries, didn't allow him the chance.

Annalise squinted her doe eyes at me as she returned, but she repressed words and sat. Lycan Cyril returned last. The rest of the party went on uninterrupted.

I lowered my head to plant a kiss on Adrian's forehead befire tiptoeing out of the room. Not without turning off the lights. An exhausted yawn flew off my lips as I descended the stairs to turn off the house lighting.

I stopped my track at the sight of a distinct shadow in the dining area. Reversing towards the dining, my cackling nerves relaxed when I noticed it was Eliza.

“Hey.’’ She called without looking up from the sheet of paper she had on the desk.

She must have caught a whiff of my scent. Even though my wolf was disabled, I possessed such strong scent to the extent it could be called a natural virtue. Although Thompson said it makes his stomach churn.

“You ain't going to bed yet?’’ I drew closer to take a look. She seemed so immersed in the printed sheet that it piqued my interest.

“Could you prepare a cup of coffee for me?’’ She eventually looked up, disrupting my intention.

“Ah. Alright, give me a few minutes.’’ I left for the kitchen.

Thanks to the coffee brewer, it took less than fifteen minutes to make a cup of steaming brown coffee. Thick. Just the way Eliza loved it.

Eliza was Thompson's elder and only sister. When foxes and hyenas hovered around me in the pack, Eliza was the only genuine person. She was married so she definitely knew the weight of love, she couldn't blame me for making Thompson marry me at any costs.

“Here.’’ I carefully lowered the coffee to her.

‘‘Oh, thank you dear.’’ A sigh followed from her as she took a light sip.

“Where is your husband? Have you spoken to him since the party ended?’’ Fatigue drew limes on her face. The party was indeed exhausting, or maybe not?

“Not really.’’ I secretly pinched my nails.

Thompson had left with Annalise like a fly chasing after poop immediately after seeing Lycan Cyril off.

“Then I guess you must not know about this yet.’’ Eliza slid the sheet of paper my way, completely avoiding my gaze.