Bound To You

|Chapter 25|

||Handsome: having a pleasing and usually impressive or dignified appearance.||

It was the day of the Kings banquet, the two days had flew past quickly without the interference from the King. Arabella had found her daily solace in the burning liquor of alcohol that deliciously slinked down her throat.

Arabella's family had arrived that morning, the day spent readying themselves for the banquet. Her parents, and alpha were limited to no direct interaction with the King by Arabella. The truth had been concealed by Vladimir too. Though it was not like they were eager to meet him.

The last minute arrival of Arabella's family was due to the organization and planning for the administration of the Gardenian Pack they were engaged in for the time they would be absent from their pack. Even Benjamin had come from Canada to attend the King's banquet.

Arabella's mother had questioned Arabella of every last detail of her stay so far in England. The answers all lies that Arabella replied with. Her mother had ordered the stylist and designers to 'make Arabella look presentable' for the day's event, and now she was stuck in a chair getting her finger and toe nails groomed.

Arabella's hair was cut three inches below her ear, only the natural brown hair prevailed. The decision to cut her hair was made by her mother though Arabella didn't really care. She was stuck in the chair with the stylist combing her now short hair.

When it was the time to get ready for the banquet, Arabella was coerced to stop eating lunch and go take a bath. Pulled into her mother's room, they stylist came too, a white box placed on the bed.

After the stylist had blowdried her hair, they left it in its natural wavy style. Arabella didn't have much a choice in anything and just let them do what they were doing. Sitting still, she allowed them to apply makeup to her face and groom her.

The opening of the box by her mother, revealed an elegant, raven gown, with beautiful lace intertwined in the bodice. Stepping into the dress, the stylist zipped up the back of the dress, tightening it. A long slit at the left leg, from her thigh downward could be seen. Her feet adorned with black stilettos.

Arabella thanked the stylist and went downstairs to the living room, her family waiting. Alpha Mike and his female Sophia sat it the love-seat; Beta Matt and Arabella's mother Emily waited by the door and Benjamin on the recliner scrolling through his phone. Vladimir and Cassandra entering the room, exiting the kitchen, all busy with their own troubles.

The Alpha spoke first, "It seems there is trouble in the pack. Our arrival will be delayed."

"What is the problem in the pack?" Arabella asked worried.

The Alpha's expression softened, he did not know how she would handle the news, "Arabella, you may go to the banquet. We will deal with the problem."

"But what is the problem in the pack?" She asked former, irritated that he would not tell her.

The Alpha narrowed his eyes at her, "It does not concern you anymore. This is all I will discuss with you. Now leave and go to the banquet." He said to her seriously.

Arabella's eyes hardened with realization. She was not part of that pack anymore, and pack business was confidential.

"I understand." She said coldly before striding out of the house.

Entering her vehicle she sped down the lane. She was so frustrated with the arguments she was so constantly engaged in. Every one of her conversations included fighting and it wasn't healthy for her.

Going through security and giving the valet her keys seemed like a normal routine for her now she realized as she walked into the hall after being confirmed as Arabella Gardena from The Gardenian Pack. Walking down the staircase that led into the ballroom, the announcer declared her as Arabella Gardenia, Daughter of the Gardenias from The Gardenian Pack.