Rejection on the Alpha #1

11. Deception or Denial

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CHAPTER 11: Deception or Denial

Gone was the vulnerable Alpha I had before and in his place, was a cold and stoic one that has an approving look in his eyes when I stood in a gemmed dress, my rustic blonde curls loosely cascading down my shoulders.

He looked at me like a territory he needed to conquer now, seeing an Alpha unguarded was apparently a pleasure woman got once in a blue moon, and Martin was taking it literally as I'm forced into the small throne seat next to him, "You don't walk like a Queen should, should I insert etiquette lessons for you?" He asked me.

"You don't need to look like a Queen just to be one, clearly that is an opposite assumption for a King, however you seemed to have misplaced your crown." I muttered.

"Aren't you talkative this evening? I didn't believe I'd get a word from you, even thought you'd rub it in my face." He mentioned, eyeing the rows of tables in front of him with deadly glares for yet another wasteful evening I'm here.

I glanced at him, "If only you were so important. Why make me wear this ridiculous outfit this evening?" I questioned him.

He stared me down in a manner that said 'behave' when twin wooden doors creaked open, revealing one of the professors from my old academy in a robe of some kind, black and red. He had a necklace of gold around his wrinkled neck, white beard trimmed finely short and deep brown eyes that were stern wherever they looked. I furrowed my eyebrows when he entered with cloaked men behind him, but my stomach clenched for some odd reason. I looked through the cloaked individuals, not noticing anything as Martin stood and harshly gestures for me to do the same.

Something felt off about this moment, my old professor bows in our direction, "Alpha Martin. Alpha Celestine, we are honoured to be in your presence." Elias Cardinal. A professor who taught using an older kind of magic.

Martin stepped forward in his formal suit. "Cardinal, we welcome you. Please, join us for dinner, we should not speak so soon of the tournament only when you first arrive. Enforcers, please welcome them through." He spoke so formally it was almost like watching a robot. I sat back down, feeling light-headed and watched closely by whoever was among the robe-wearing men who came in with Elias.

Martin studied them, "They are here to ensure we are both fit for the tournaments. Any female not eligible, or any male not eligible will have their clan name removed from the tournaments. I believe I discussed this with you before our bond was made." He said to me, his tone changed to something softer. Like he had something to hide.

"How long will they be here for and actually no, you did not mention anything?" I bit.

He gave me a long look, "You never listen to me. They will be here for a week, we are their last stop, before we return back to Europe for the tournaments in front of that ridiculous supernatural Council you still believe is necessary." He gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"The tournament that supposedly brings mated couples closer together?" I swayed, accenting my lips.

He looked at me blankly, "Because you're so open to a relationship."

"Says the imbecile who got turned on during an argument." I answered with, raising an eyebrow at his flushed form when he looked around to see if we were being stared at. However, I truly didn't care.

Martin's intense silver eyes penetrated my emerald green ones, I met his head-on, not backing down, "Do you really want to play this route?" He questioned in a hushed manner, before standing abruptly. He grabbed my arm and ripped me forward.

I gritted my teeth, "Excuse us a moment." His voice echoed against a partially silent courtroom of people eating a dinner they always seem to find entertaining whenever we are around.