CHAPTER TEN
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BASTIAN
"Repeat what you just said," I tell August, feeling my heart begin to pound against my chest.
August looks at me with a wary expression, looks at the document in his hand, and then looks at me again, bites the inside of his cheek, and finally exhales defeated when noticing my annoyed expression.
"Among the list of attendees for the coronation are the King and Queen of Crimson Woods," he repeats in a low, monotonous tone, almost as if he hoped I wouldn't hear him.
"You can't go," he adds, and I scowl at him.
"Why not?" I ask him.
"Bastian, you and she are at war, you may not have officially declared it, but it's a fact, how are you going to go to a place where she is with her new husband?" he answers me.
"Weren't you the one who has been insisting that I try to approach her and have a dialogue in order to find a way out of the war for her?" I ask him, and he rolls his eyes.
"But not like this, not when you are this upset, and don't you dare deny it," he tells me when he sees me start to protest, then continues: "You have been upset since you found out about the cause of the pain you are feeling in the chest, so I very much doubt that an encounter at this moment with Elina and whoever has been helping her to cause you that pain, is such a good idea, you better not go,” he tells me, and I feel annoyed with his words.
Because although he is right to point out my state of mind in recent days, which has been caused for the most part by that new information that I acquired from Dr. Phillip, the truth is that it has not been as bad as I thought, because it has been several days since the last time I felt the pain, and if the doctor is right, that means that she has not slept with him in this time, which for some reason gives me some satisfaction, and that is because from the moment she and I started sleeping together, never more than two days went by without us f*cking anywhere we could find, so that many days without them having s*x, and considering they are newly married, I don't think it's a good sign.
“I am not going to do anything against them, it would be stupid when I have tried to seek an alliance with the King of Howling Creek for weeks, and that is precisely the reason why I cannot be absent, if they are going to attend it is that they must also be trying to convince him to join their cause, I can't just clear the way for them to gain a new ally, let alone one as powerful as he is,” I tell him, and August looks at me with a frown.
"You are not fooling me, and you can have the best excuses in the world, but I know you want to go to see her, and that is precisely what worries me, you have not been at your best lately and I do not want you to lose control if you see something that you do not like, or if she does something that bothers you, I know how much she still affects you, even if you want to deny it, and that is a very big risk," he tells me in a tone of concern.
And although I know that my Beta is right with his doubts about my attendance at this event, it is something I must do, I have to see her, I have to be able to stay alone with her, I must be able to find a way to convince her to stop all this madness, get her to listen to me for at least a couple of minutes, I know that if I still feel so much for her, surely she must also feel at least something for me, even if it is something minimal, because it is impossible for me to believe that she can simply forget what happened between us, something so strong cannot just be thrown away, and I have to use that to my advantage in order to get closer to her.
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The coronation day of the King of Howling Creek comes surprisingly fast, and when I least expect it, I am already with my entourage entering the main gates of the palace, my eyes scanning the growing crowd, but there is no sign of her, or anyone hailing from Crimson Woods, and while I am distracted looking for her, a young, blonde girl, with a kind smile and suggestive cleavage, comes up to us to guide us to our designated seats, so we rush to follow her, and even though she appears to be telling us something, my attention is totally focused on looking for the woman that really interests me.
And just as we are entering the throne room I feel her, her scent hits my nose like a cannonball, and I feel every muscle in my body tense in response to that familiar scent, I feel my heart begin to hammer hard in my chest, and my hands begin to sweat, as my wary eyes roam the huge hall, and then I see her, sitting just a few rows ahead and to the left of us, wearing a high-necked blue dress that covers my mark on her neck, and sitting together with her new husband, the amazement and small joy I feel at seeing her are quickly replaced by jealousy when I see his hand resting on her back.
And then she turns her head quickly, her body also seems tense, and her gaze seems to be searching for something, has she perceived my scent as well? I feel time slow down as I watch her scan the crowd until her eyes finally land on mine, and I frown when I notice that they are no longer a caramel color but gold, like her wolf's, and as soon as she recognizes me, gold warm turns to solid and cold gold, full of hatred.
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