Hazel and Maeve

Chapter 14

-Casimir POV-

Smoking a cigarette, I watch as mio sole and her sister cut their cake. I want to bask in the moment with my fated one, but my mind is running wild. Who could this mystery stalker be? I have been on this earth for the past 1,000 years, and I know just about every single creature that has ever walked/lived. I also know who walks among the underworld, as well.

At some point, I will have to message one of my subjects, back home, to look into this. I need some eyes on this, but not right now. Something in my gut is telling me to wait. I don’t understand this feeling, but I will always trust my gut feelings. They have never steered me wrong.

“Casimir, do you think we could talk?”

I want to roll my eyes as the sound of Sebastian’s voice hits my ears. I have a huge distaste when it comes to his family, especially his worthless mother. Not even taking my eyes off of mio sole, I speak to him.

“What is it that you would like to speak about?” Keeping my voice emotionless. This conversation already leaving a bad taste in my mouth even though it hasn’t even started.

“I was wondering... What is going on between you and my mother?” Hmmm, now that I did not expect. It even had me raising an eyebrow.

“Why are you asking as if you do not know? I think you are too smart to be playing dumb with me. You should have known who I was the moment you laid your eye on me. So, spit out your real questions, as I do not have all night for these games. Even though your family enjoys games.” Now, I could have used my power to sink into his mind, but I do not feel like wasting my efforts. For one, all of my focus is on my diavolina, and for two, anything to do with his family is not worth any of my efforts.

He sighs. “Listen, I am not playing dumb. I really have no idea what that was between you and my mother. And, of course, I knew who you were. You are one of the most ruthless vampires that roam this earth. You could kill every single person on this land in about 5 minutes without so much as getting a scratch on you.” He says with a scoff. Hmm, he has some guts. I will give him that.

Quickly taking my eyes off of Maeve, I cut my gaze over to him. I can see in my eyes that he is being truthful with me. That is all I need to cut my gaze back to the only one that I truly want to be spending my time with. Seeing her laughing with her sister while her Uncle’s are right behind her causes me to cut my gaze back to this mammone. (mama’s boy) Looking deep into his eyes, I seek out the answers that I need. Once I found them, I was quite surprised.

“You really do not know anything. Now that is interesting.” I say to him while tilting my head a little bit to the side. “Your mother has been keeping your whole family history a secret from you.”

I give him honesty as I will not sugarcoat anything to save his feelings. Taking a drag off of my cigarette, I watch his face morph into confusion.

“What are you even talking about? I know all about my family history, seeing as it was shoved down my damn throat from the moment that I could speak.”

Hmm, poor little mammone. (mama’s boy) He thought his mother could tell him his family history truthfully? I would feel sorry for him if it was not for the fact that he just listened to whatever was thrown his way. He let his head get filled with lies instead of seeking out his own truth. Instead of going to his pack members for knowledge, going to neighboring packs, or speaking with other Alpha’s, he just let his mother mold him into what he is today. Letting others decide what he should be and shouldn't be.

“Tell me, your family was the one to shove your family history down your throat, but it never occurred to you to go out and seek knowledge for your own? So, you let your mind be molded willingly. You know nothing. Your family has been doing this for years as well as using a certain family for the Werewolf Kings to marry. Do you believe that your mother was actually your father’s true mate? Do you honestly believe that your mother actually cares for your father? Have you ever spoken to your pack members to see what kind of rulers your parents are? To see what kind your grandparents were? No. You let your family mold you before you even started training. Do you not think it to be odd that they never sent you to one of the most well-known schools in the country to get some training?” I ask him with a raised brow while taking another drag off of my cigarette.

“I... I don’t.. What…” He sputters out before snapping his mouth shut. Not looking to see why, I can smell who caused him to shut his mouth.

“Son, I am leaving for the night. Are you staying here, or are you coming home?” Linda asks her son. Slowly sliding my gaze over the dreadful woman, I notice that she does not spare me a glance. Not that I am surprised.

“I am staying. My mate is here, so I am here.” His response shocks his mother for a split second before she masks her face.

Just before Linda could respond, Hazel and my mate had made their way to our table. I meet my diavolina’s eyes as she rounds the table. Not speaking a word, she places herself right in front of me with her back touching my chest. I let out a small smile as I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her even tighter against me. Burying my nose in her hair.

“Were you just leaving?” I must say that my mostriciattola is something else with her spitfire self.

Linda turns her head to look at my mate, with the tips of her lips lifting slightly. I bore my eyes into her as I will not allow her to disrespect my mate while I am standing here. Although, I am pretty sure that my mio sole could handle herself.

“Yes. I need to go attend to my pack, but it was nice meeting you. I am so glad that we got your invitation and decided to attend.” She then barely glances a look at Hazel while muttering. “I am also happy to see my son find his mate.”

“I couldn’t be happier with the Moon Goddess as she chose Hazel for me. The Moon Goddess surely knew who would end up being the most wonderful person for me.” Sebastian says proudly. Making his way to a blushing Hazel.

I must say that it was about time he made it known to his mother that he would not be swayed. He needs to stand his ground when it comes to that sorry excuse for a being.