Still Alexander’s POV
“Don’t make me repeat myself!
I asked you a question, and I demand an answer right now!
What the hell are you doing back here?
Last I remember, this is not your favorite parking spot. You would never park in the usual parking spot used by commoners, you are too proud to be seen in this dark spot. Remember the last time your parking spot was taken, you literally walked my customers out of my club because they stole your parking spot and you cannot be seen parking besides low life’s and scumbags. If I recall correctly, your exact words were
“I’m the future Luna of this pack, and I demand that you treat me with the respect due to a future queen. If no one is allowed to park in Maverick’s spot, then no one is allowed to park in my spot as well. The next time you let something like this happen again, I’ll have you fired!”
That was what you said you said to my security men, wasn’t it?
So tell me what changed between then and now, why is your car parked out here in the dark spot made for lowlifes and scumbags, what did you come out here to find?” I asked them both, directing my questions to the proud and arrogant Cameron that carries herself like a fucking queen.
“That is not what I sound like!” he retorted angrily, sounding like a spoilt little brat that just got scolded by a nanny.
“And why the hell are you bringing that up now?
I knew you never loved me, and even when I try to help, I still get scolded by you for being a supportive fiancee. What did I ever do to you, Marv?
Why do you keep treating me like a total stranger, why do you prefer her to me?” Cameron asked sadly as she gazed at me with eyes filled with tears that are threatening to spill over.
“After she left with her lover, you were so angry that you left almost immediately and you abandoned me in the club with my brother, going after her as if your life depended on it. You love her, I can see it in your eyes, you fucking over her.” She added tearfully, and she ran into her brother’s arms and sobbed, hiding her fade away from me. I saw her mouth moving, it looks like she was saying something to her brother, or maybe she was talking to me, I really can’t say, and I couldn’t make out her words because she was crying so loudly on her brother’s shoulder.
I gave up trying to figure out what she was saying, when I realized that she could be faking those tears just to gain sympathy from me and make me forget that I caught the both of them snooping around my crime scene, searching for what was not missing. I glared furiously at her back, too bad she wasn’t looking this way to see just how furious I am.
“Don’t fucking patronize me, Cameron!
I’m not falling for that shit. You can cry me a river if you wish to, but I still need you to answer the damn questions!
What the hell are you doing back here?” I asked in annoyance, ignoring the hateful glare I was receiving from Shane. He was patting her gently on her back, trying to stop her from crying so loudly. I watched them try to trick me into believing that she is hurt, and I felt insulted by the fact that they feel I would believe this crappy show they are putting on for me.
“Start talking already!
I need answers to my questions and I need them right now!
This doesn’t change the fact that you are still standing in my parking lot, and searching for something. And now I can’t even trust you or look at you anymore because think that you are hiding something very important to me, something that could either be good or bad. And with the way you have been acting, I would say that you are just pretending to be sad and furious. So you can do me a favor and quit the pretense and tell me exactly what you are doing here because I’m not going to let you go until you tell me the truth. So start talking already or face my ang…
“Enough Already!” Shane let out furiously, stopping me from talking too much. I turned to gaze at him and he was looking as furious as I was at the moment, glaring furiously at me.
“What did you just say to me?” I asked him fiercely, starting him down and letting my aura slip out a little so I can use it to subdue the bastard. I used my aura to subdue him, and I expected him to back down and let . e force out the truth from his sister. But he made no attempt to stand down. If anything, he pushed her to his back and came to stand in front of me boldly. I was shocked by this new found boldness in him, he wasn’t affected by my aura and instead of getting angry with him and scolding him, I just smiled in satisfaction because unknown to him, he has just given me the answer that his sister has been trying so desperately to hide all along.
I guess he was only trying to protect his sister from me, and by so doing, he let himself slip and he didn’t notice that I was using my aura on him, he doesn’t even know that I have my wolf so there is no reason to say that he was just acting on impulse. If he was just acting on impulse, then my aura would have worked on him and instead of yelling to my face, he would have just asked nicely and begged me to let them go. But that is not the case here, he actually pushed her behind him, trying to keep her safe while he mans up and face me head-on, trying to show me that he ain’t scared of me.
I don’t know if I should say that he is so brave, or so stupid. He just succeeded in telling me that I should be wary of the Armstrongs because they are working with King Gerald. I should have known this all along, I mean, how else did they manage to get him down here for our engagement if they weren’t already working for him. I guess this is why she had always been so confident that I cannot replace her as Luna. She thinks king Gerald can give her everything she desires, including making her my luna.
So fucking stupid…
I guess she doesn’t know how much I hate here right now. Oh wait, I’ve always hated her, I only pretended to like her so I could use her as a distraction to keep Valerie safe from working eyes. But now that I know what she has been up to, I don’t just hate her, I detest her. The fact that she is dealing with King Gerald has just made it more depressing to be with her. I can never be with her anymore, I can’t even look at her face again I even feel disgusted to be standing in the same space with her and breathing in the same air. Shane was glaring daggers at me while she hides her face in his shoulder, trying to gain sympathy from me. I could just tell at them and tell them what I think about this stupid show they are putting up in front of me, but all I could think of right now is Valerie.
How are they involved in the incident that happened to Valerie last night, are they working with Liam and Charlotte as well, were they all sent by King Gerald to frustrate my life and bring Valerie to him?
The question in my mind is just too much, I think I need to see Harold Armstrong. I need to tell him what is going on. He used to be best friends with my father so I’m guessing that he would not be pleased to see his kids siding with our enemies. He may not know about Valerie and my secret war with King Gerald, but he sure knows about our sufferings and how we are being treated like slaves by the lycans because we don’t have our wolves. Most of the elderly wolves like my father and Harold Armstrong may not show it, but I’m sure they don’t approve of the treatment we are getting from the lycans, and I’m pretty certain that Harold Armstrong would not want his kids to side with a tyrant like King Gerald.
“Where is Harold?
I need to have a word with your father, where the hell is he?” I asked them both, ignoring the sniffing sound that Cameron was making. She heard my request and she stopped crying immediately, proving beyond doubt that I was right when I said she was faking it. I almost laughed at her stupidity, for fucks sake, why try to trick me when you know you can’t keep up with your tricks. First, Shane had proved to me that he isn’t affected by my aura and he would never submit to me even if I try to force him to submit with my strong Aura. Now Cameron just proved to me that she indeed has something to hide and she wouldn’t want me to meet with her father.
“Are you sure about that, Marv?
Do you really want to meet up with my father right now?” she asked quizzically, sounding both curious and sarcastic at the same time. Now I’m more curious than I was initially, and I wonder what I would find out if I visit my father’s best friend, Harold Armstrong. Would he help me stop his children from making a mistake that could destroy us all?