Chapter 118
A small smile tugged at my lips, surprised by her enthusiasm. Before I could answer, others began to
gather, each offering warm greetings and wanting to strike up conversations. It felt surreal to be treated with such friendliness–an unfamiliar but welcome change. My earlier anxiety faded,
replaced by a sense of belonging. I engaged in light–hearted chats about racing, music, and the whirlwind of attention I had garnered lately.
But amidst the pleasantries, I felt a familiar, intense gaze on me. I turned my head slightly and
spotted Lorik standing across the room, his dark eyes locking onto mine. He looked as if he was about to walk over when suddenly, a figure stepped in front of me, blocking my view.
“What are you doing here?” a cold, stern voice demanded.
I stiffened. Andrew. His sharp eyes looked me up and down, his face set in a grim expression. His tone carried a mocking edge as he continued, “Who allowed you to come here? Did Lorik bring you?
He’s really getting out of hand.”
The lively chatter around us immediately hushed. Andrew’s arrival had drained the warmth from the room, leaving an uncomfortable tension in the air. I could sense the unease from those standing nearby, unsure of what to make of the scene.
One of the girls who had approached me earlier frowned and stepped forward. “Mr. Andrew, you shouldn’t talk to Miss Shirley like that–it’s too rude.”
Andrew didn’t even spare her a glance. Instead, he reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me with surprising force. “Whoever brought you here, get out. This isn’t a place for just anyone. Your presence here is an embarrassment to Silver Moon!”
I resisted, wrenching my arm away from his grip. My heart pounded in my chest as I looked around feeling the eyes of the crowd on us. The girl’s face reddened in anger, clearly insulted by Andrew’s disregard. I could hear murmurs spreading through the ballroom, whispers about Andrew’s
behavior and his public humiliation of me.
“Get off her.”
Lorik’s voice rang out from behind Andrew. He emerged from the crowd, his posture rigid with tension, his eyes dark with anger. His hand clamped down on Andrew’s shoulder, firm and unyielding. Andrew’s expression shifted slightly, his arrogance faltering.
“Are you sure you want to defy your own father for this woman?” Andrew shot back, his voice low and dangerous.
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Lorik’s jaw tightened. “Did you think of me as your son when you left me to die?” His words were sharp, slicing through the air and leaving an uncomfortable silence in their wake.
The whispers In the crowd grew louder, and I could see the faces of the other guests turning toward us, murmuring amongst themselves. Andrew’s face paled–he knew continuing this argument in public would only damage his reputation further. But his grip on my arm tightened, unwilling to
back down.
Before the situation could escalate, an authoritative voice broke through the tension. “What’s going
on here?”
A man strode toward us, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. He was tall, dressed in an immaculate black suit that seemed tailored to perfection, with silver hair slicked
ack, and a steely gaze that swept over the scene. This was none other than President Felix Desmond, the head of the werewolf council and perhaps the most powerful man in the entire
werewolf world. His voice carried the weight of authority, silencing the crowd almost instantly.
“Dad!” the girl who had defended me earlier exclaimed, rushing over to him with a bright smile,
taking his arm.
The room fell silent as Felix Dismond’s sharp eyes landed on his daughter, his authoritative presence
seeming to draw attention from every corner of the lavish hotel ballroom. His deep voice rang out as
he addressed her, “Alina, what’s going on here?”
I watched Andrew freeze for a brief moment, his confidence clearly shaken. It was obvious he
hadn’t expected the girl he had rudely brushed off earlier to be the daughter of the chairman
himself. But Alina, with her head held high, didn’t hesitate. She recounted the entire scene with
precision and a touch of indignation, highlighting Andrew’s rudeness toward me.
“Father, Mr. Andrew was disrespectful toward Miss Shirley, trying to drag her out of the party for no reason. I couldn’t stand by and let that happen,” she explained, her eyes flashing with defiance.
Andrew gave me a scathing look before addressing the chairman, his voice tight with forced humility. “Chairman, allow me to explain. I saw someone here who didn’t belong, and I felt it
necessary to… escort her out.”
Felix’s eyebrows rose slightly. “And who, exactly, are you referring to?”
With a grimace of embarrassment, Andrew muttered, “It was my son Lorik’s Luna, Shirley. However, they are in the process of breaking things off. I will not allow a woman like her to become the Luna of Silver Moon.”
I didn’t show the slightest hint of anger at being offended, but watched his performance with
derest.
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In this way, it seemed clear that Andrew was still unaware that I had been invited here by none other than Felix.
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