Chapter 7

 

Evelyn's POV

“That's enough everyone, let's not forget the main reason we are here,” someone interrupted and everyone fell silent.

The servant ushered us to the corner of the room and I couldn't be more grateful. Being in the midst of attention was the last thing I wanted. Especially not when my mother and step-sister were involved.

I paused instinctively when Seth's phone rang in the hall, and he quickly reached for it in his pocket. “Yes, babe. I know, I already told you that I'll be coming early today. I'm still stuck with work but don't worry I'll be fast,” he strolled out of the hall to continue the conversation without turning to acknowledge my presence.

Seeing how unsettled he looked; it was already clear who he was on the phone with. Veronica's insecurities were so obvious that I wondered how long she intended to keep up with that.

Refocusing my attention on the beautiful hall, I ventured around the place.

The grand hall, dubbed estate, was a masterpiece of architectural innovation. Soaring ceilings, supported by slender, gilded columns, seemed to disappear into the heavens. Walls adorned with intricate, hand-painted murals depicted celestial scenes, while floors made of polished, silver-veined marble reflected the colors of the dawn.

A majestic chandelier, crafted from hundreds of delicate, crystal shards, hung suspended, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the room. Delicately carved, rosewood panels lined the walls, adorned with quotations from ancient poets.

At the hall's center, a stunning, turquoise-tiled fountain bubbled softly, its gentle melody harmonizing with the whispers of conversation. Exquisite, stained-glass windows filtered the sunlight, casting rainbow hues across the floor.

“It's a nice place, right?” Someone asked, causing me to halt in my step.

The place was indeed beautiful. I averted my gaze to the unknown lady, who stared back at me with a smile. The group of ladies beside her seemed to be interested in the conversation as they turned to look at me.

“You're the girl who gave the Alpha king's mother that special oil right,” someone asked behind me and I almost jerked back in shock but quickly straightened myself.

I slowly turned to her with a smile. “That's correct,” I replied nonchalantly, taking in yet another appearance. She was dressed in a beautiful green gown and her hair was dressed elegantly.

“It was a nice gift, and I was curious to know who you managed to get the properties in the oil. Have been looking for something to help with my insomnia as well,” she started, looking fascinated by the idea of getting the idea from me.

“Are you the one who blended it?” The lady from earlier asked as she moved closer. I also realized that I was already surrounded by the group with a burning gaze.

“Yes, I blended them myself. The properties aren't difficult to find as long as you know where to get them and how to use them,” I explained, amused that they were so engrossed in the conversation.

Stella was somehow right. Among all the gifts presented today, mine was the least that could possibly stand out. I only made it with the idea of giving the Alpha King's mother an oil to boost her vitality.

“That's unique. I have to admit that among all the gifts, yours was truly exceptional. I wonder if you could help with the ingredients so you could prepare one for myself. I mean, that's if you don't mind,” a lady in the group inquired.

“I'd love one too,” another chimed.

“You know, I have been looking for a way to have a nice scented oil that can help with my mental health. I believe pleasing the Alpha King's mother night opens a door for anyone of us who's lucky. Who knows, one of us might become her daughter-in-law. Just imagine being the Luna of the Silver Universe Pack. The title alone is filled with power,” a lady pretended to shudder while others nodded in agreement.

“I know most of you won't believe this, but I had had an encounter with the Alpha King before. It was brief, but enough to leave an unforgettable Impression. I have to admit that the man is truly ethereal,” a lady, said her tone barely a whisper.

“That's correct. Although I have no personal encounter with him, my brother has and he never let me hear the end of it. The Alpha King really holds so much power that his presence cannot be easily forgotten,” they continued to share their experience while I watched with little interest.

“So you all believe him to be spellbinding?” I asked in disbelief. I couldn't believe ladies of high-society would gather around like high schoolers just because of a man. How many admirers did this Alpha King have?

A lady caught my expression and her eyes zeroed on me. “You don't seem impressed. Probably because you haven't met him in person but trust me, he is actually breathtaking. Without shame, I'd confidently say that he's the most handsome man in the entire world,” she added. “I'm sure when you see him, you'll fall in love with him immediately,” her crimson lips stretched with a smile.

Most handsome man with ethereal beauty. How strange that those words only brought a particular person to my mind. Sharp jawline and a dangerous beauty that I had never seen before. I quickly removed the thoughts of him from my mind. Our conversation last night was the last.

Suddenly, I felt a chill down my spine and the room became quiet, and it felt like the rook held its breath.

Turning slowly to see the reason for the silence, I noticed a tall imposing figure walking into the hall at the entrance.

He strode down the hall, his commanding presence echoing through the corridors. Chiseled features, carved from shadows and light, formed a dangerously handsome face. Piercing gunmetal eyes seemed to bore into the souls of those he passed.

“He's so handsome,” the whispers faded as my gaze locked on the stranger. My eyes widened in disbelief, wondering if I had been transported into another world or if I was hallucinating.

His confident stride devoured distance, each step exuding authority. Broad shoulders, encased in tailored perfection, stretched his bespoke suit to its limits. A crisp, white shirt accentuated his bronzed complexion.

A strong jawline, sharp enough to cut glass, clenched subtly, as if daring the world to challenge him. Raven-black hair, styled to perfection, framed his face. An aura of power, polished and refined, surrounded him like an invisible cloak.

Who, was this even possible? What was he doing here?

He looked just the same as the person I had been seeing for three years. However, at the same time he looked like nothing like him. His expression was colder, and dangerous. He looked so unapproachable, the opposite of the playful, pleading and kind man I had been with for three years.

“I think he's coming this way,” another voice resounded, but I was in a daze, finding it difficult to pull my gaze from the mysterious man who just walked in.

His footsteps ensued until he got closer, and my heart skipped a beat the moment he walked past me. I gulped painfully as I turned slightly to the lady beside me who appeared to be holding her breath as well.

“W-who is he?” I stuttered as I stared at him in terror as he made his way to the middle of the hall where the Alpha King's mother sat.

“He's the Alpha King,” she confirmed, admiration imprinted on her face, but my mind went blank and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

How was it impossible? No. There had to be a misunderstanding but merely looking around I knew I wasn't having a nightmare. This was real, and I badly wished the ground would open beneath me.