As we got closer to the gate, the feeling got stronger. My special ability was on full drive and sensed a presence.
It belonged to a fey, but the magic I sensed was unlike any I’d ever felt from a fey before. It made Aceco seem dull in comparison.
When we finally got inside, I soon found out who the magic presence belonged to. My eyes went wide as I gawked at the magnificent figure before me.
A beautiful woman stood close to the front entrance of the building, her long white hair flowing around her like clouds. She had a pair of butterfly-shaped wings that looked like precious stones and a crown of flowers on her head.
The white gown she wore made her seem even more... holy.
Just then, her eyes trailed in my direction, staring at me with curiosity.
"And this is?" a gruff voice that gave off a scholarly vibe asked, causing me to turn my gaze to a man and a woman standing beside the fairy.
Oh, right. I’d gotten so enchanted by the fairy’s beauty that I almost forgot this was the Alpha’s house.
The man wore a fancy form-fitting attire and had a well-trimmed beard and goatee. As for the woman beside him, she wore a simple dark blue day dress and looked quite youthful.
These were definitely the pack’s Alpha and Luna. I’d seen pictures of them and had also seen them on TV, but never in real life.
Suddenly, Rhett cleared his throat before speaking. "This is Isleen Gracia. She has a special ability that we believe will be of great help in the war." He glanced at me just then, his eyes filled with pride.
My face flushed in embarrassment as I bowed slightly. "It’s an honor to meet you, Alpha Beowulf and Luna Dawn."
I raised my head just in time to see Alpha Beowulf arching an eyebrow curiously at me. "Isleen... isn’t she your son’s girlfriend? The one who adopted the vampire when he was still disguised as that wolf cub." He blurted.
My heart sank when I heard those words. I diverted my eyes away from his as I felt like my dirty loins had been left out in the open to dry.
All eyes were now on me, some judgemental, while others seemed to pity me. The few pack soldiers present remained silent, but their silence was disturbing still.
Oh, moon goddess, what do I do?
"She’s my son’s ex-girlfriend, yes." Rhett corrected before pausing. He glanced at me, his eyes gleaming with uncertainty.
Eventually, he drew in a deep breath and held my hand, grasping it tightly in his. "But she’s also, my mate." He uttered.
Alpha Beowulf’s mouth formed an ’o’ as he looked on in bewilderment between Rhett and me. He was probably thinking what almost everyone else was thinking. He probably thought I was a traitor, going behind my ex-boyfriend’s back and clinging to his father.
He probably thought I was using Rhett to my advantage, for his money and status.
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