Chapter 4

VANCE

“Tch,” I scoffed in irritation.

“Master…” Brandon warned and I tried to hide my annoyance.

I was only here at the behest of a council who had sent me an invite with a signature. I don’t even know why they would choose me to have such power but at the same time, why wouldn’t they?

I ran an independent pack, prosperous and wealthy and free from all of their nosey tricks and I knew that the rest of the world wanted to know what was happening behind my walls and the bigger news was that they had to be curious because I happened to have a large pack that was at the center of the werewolf world.

Everyone wanted a piece of Sky Scales pack and Brandon suggested that this might be an opportunity for me to get more allies and I hated it but I also thought it was a good idea but not for the same reasons.

Since nobody knew what I truly looked like, they didn’t offer me the same grace with all the big names and Brandon was pissed that I decided to go behind his back and put our invitation under fake names and small packs.

The only people who gave me attention were the ladies, they couldn’t get enough of me or my charm and frankly I couldn’t care less. I wasn’t here for the signature or allies. I worked years for this opportunity to put a face to the name.

Trevor Cross —  A name that caused anger to coarse through my veins in dangerous speed. 

My teeth bared in anger when he was finally announced and people bowed but not me, I could never bow to a monster.  He walked past people, his hands casually shaking all the Alphas while I hid my rage. I didn’t know when it got to my turn  and his hands extended to give me a handshake.

I stared at the open hand and the wide smile on his face and my eyes flashed all the horrors those hands have had the privilege of causing.

Luckily for him, his attention was stolen and his shake was withdrawn.

The crowd gasped and I allowed my simmering anger die down when my eyes looked up and caught the most ethereal being.

My heart beat twice as fast, my body hummed in excitement as I watched people flock towards the staircase where she was descending from.

She felt familiar, her face was turned away from me so I couldn’t see her “Who is that?” I questioned Brandon and he gave an annoyed sigh before looking at me with a growing disapproval.

“Mrs cross, a Co-Alpha of the White tiger pack…his wife,” he said and normally anybody associated with my arch nemesis would automatically become my enemy but something about the way she moved… the way she gracefully descended the stairs, the way my body hummed in excitement and the familiarity made me extremely curious.

I moved from Brandon’s company and I could faintly hear him groan in annoyance but I didn’t pay any mind.

I was like a fly attracted to light but even that was not enough to describe what I felt.

It wasn’t until Brandon pulled me back with the hem of my shirt that I realized that I had gotten too close. I turned back to growl in annoyance, Brandon shrunk instantly but then his own eyes flicked and a warm sensation enveloped me, as though I was freezing cold but now I had  a light source. 

I turned in time to see her face light up, her green eyes glowed with warmth and her cherry hair stood out. Her figure was sleek, her dress flowed like water, smooth and graceful. Her neck was adorned the gems the same color of her eyes but none of these caught my attention.

I would know that face even in my sleep. The kissable lips, her wrists that I had wrapped in my palms as I dragged her through that tunnel where we got trapped, that young desire that I had  masked under rage.

My legs moved towards her without thinking but I stopped the moment she linked arms with that treacherous monster. Anger sizzled as I watched her walk with him, a fake smile on her face.

Weren’t they the rumored power couple? 

Brandon was saying something but I could sense that something else was happening here.

I walked away from Brandon mid-sentence and followed them, my curiousity spiked when Trevor linked arms with a larger man and left her.

Well that wasn’t very husband-ly.

I watched fear cross her eyes almost instantly after her first glass of champagne and then watched as she began to lose herself in more glasses.

“Sire, what do you think about leaving?” Brandon suddenly said out of the blue snapping me back to reality.

“What?” I questioned in confusion and Brandon looked at me like I was insane.

“We came to gather allies instead women have been the only ones to flock towards you all night. Not one general or Alpha has come towards us and you don’t seem bothered,” he whined and I ignored him. 

My wolf kept pushing me to go to her, it was only when I noticed that people were giving her judgmental disdainful looks that I knew that I had to step in and just like before , I left Brandon in mid-sentence.

“I think, that’s enough Camille,” I said her name too fluently for someone who nearly had her killed. I watched as horror flashed through her eyes, I was a master at keeping my emotions in check but I couldn’t hide it when my wolf synced with hers, I couldn’t hide the intense wave of desire that moved past us when I caught her mid-fall and when I heard her call me her mate, it started to make sense why I was drawn to her back then and now.

Before I could say anything, she sped and ran off. Brandon came soon after, his sigh more audible than last time.

“You managed to scare off our only contact this night,” he whined and my palms fisted.

“Tonight is not our night, sire,” Brandon sighed regrettably and my heart constricted.

It was too risky and plus it was impossible.

She was married! And drunk.

“You’re right, Brandon,” I whispered and turned towards him.

“Sire?” He asked and there and then I made up my mind. 

It was Best not to open old wounds. I cast my gaze towards Trevor and noticed that he too was moving up the same steps that Camille just ran to.

My Anger doubled the more I looked at him. How had she married this monster?

I shook my head refusing to dwell on something that I didn’t understand even though my wolf was raging.

He wanted us to get her but I knew she wasn’t mine to get. No matter what she had drunkingly said.

She was married and to my nemesis.

I turned away and went to the car, Brandon sat in front and we started to drive away until someone came out of nowhere.

There was a screech and the next thing I knew, I was running out of the car towards the road.

“Camille!?” I screamed in horror.