Alpha Devon And The Last Keeper

The ball 2

Moon's pov

My gaze met Sophie's cold one, and I could see crude hatred in her eyes. Others gazed keenly at me in confusion, but I understood the reason behind their confusion. Ever since my arrival at Nightfalls, I have always remained indoors and never got to meet anyone. I guess that was the reason behind their confusion. They wanted to know my origin.

‘Does she recognise me?’ I wondered inwardly as my gaze met lady Helen's cold and inquisitive one. I blinked and looked away from her, almost immediately.

He leaned closer, and my shoulders quivered subconsciously. “Wave at the crowd,” He ordered in a low commanding whisper. I took a moment to comprehend what he said and lifted slowly and lifted my hand. I waved at them awkwardly and withdrew my hand almost immediately.

The rate at which I was fidgeting was alarming, and I finally heaved a sigh of relief the moment We climbed down the stage, hand-in-hand.

“Everyone, there's an abundance of food and wine. Eat, drink, and make merry. You can find a partner and sway to the rhythmic sound of the harp” the butler announced, and soon, a melodious sound was heard from the huge harp placed at the corner of the room.

The harpist undoubtedly knew his onions, and my attention was on him. The hall became lively as everyone picked a partner and marched to the dance floor. I looked past the crowd and marvelled at the harpist. His fingers danced along the strings skillfully, making a pleasant sound hit the walls of the hall.

‘I wish I could play the harp.’ I muttered inwardly.

“What are you gawking at?” He asked, jolting me back to reality.

“Nothing.” I replied immediately and adjusted in my seat. He gave me an apathetic glance, and I looked away indifferently. His next question made me raise a brow at him in confusion.

“Can you dance?” He asked with a straight face.

Dancing has never been my thing, so I replied honestly. “No, I'm not a good dancer.”

“You don't have to be good at it. You know the basics so we'll walk up to the dance floor and do something at least sensible,” He uttered, and I squinted my gaze at him.

“Is that your way of telling me you have no dancing skills?” I asked with knowing gaze, and the icy glare he gave made me gulp.

“Come on, couples are dancing. You both should lead by example.” Lutha chimed in from the corner, and I knew he was the one who instigated the plan.

“I can't dance!” I voiced out to him, and he quickly looked around to confirm if anyone heard me.

“I won't hesitate to put a gauze over your lips If you continue yelling like a drenched hen.” Devon threatened, and I looked away from him with an eye roll.

He grabbed my wrist and stylishly pulled me through the crowd. His grip was so tight that I couldn’t struggle. He finally stopped when we got to the heart of the dance floor.

I leaned closer to him mischievously and whispered. “You forced me here, now are you going to force me to dance? Uh! Since you get everything forcefully, why don't you force me to dance.” I challenged him confidently, and I could see the effect of my words from his facial expressions. He was riled up.

He held both sides of my shoulders and began to move in a manner that almost made me burst into laughter. “What are you doing?” I asked with widened eyes.

Soon, people noticed we were on the dance floor and began to create enough space for us.

“The attention of the crowd is on us. Just follow my lead.” I said with a sense of pride, and I loved the frustrated look on his face.

“One hand on my shoulder and the other on my—-” I bit my tongue hesitantly.

‘It’s just for a few minutes.’ I told myself and took in a breath.

“place the other hand on my waist.” I finally said to him with great reluctance, and he did It almost immediately. I never knew he could be so obedient. I did the same and began to dway gently to the sound of the harp. He remained stiff, and I gave him a questioning glance.

“You don't expect me to move like a puppet, do you?” He asked, and I sighed frustratedly.

“You have a reputation to keep, not me. I'll walk out of here shamelessly. Let's see who gets embarrassed.” I threatened, and it only made hid gaze darken.

After a while, he surprisingly followed my lead, and our movements were in unison. My Gaze travelled towards Lutha, who sat amongst the crowd with his legs crossed as he sipped wine. He flashed me an annoying wink, and I sucked my teeth.

Devon was quite a fast learner, but the expression on his face was amusing. He danced like he was forced to do it with the hilt of a sword pointed at his neck, and I found myself chuckling lightly.

“What's funny?” He asked, and I gulped. We kept dancing till a scene caught my attention. Sophie was dancing with a pot bellied man around her father's age.

The moment our gazes met, she sent me a cold glint, and I looked away. From the expression on her face, she was doing it against her will, and I knew her parents, especially her mother, put her up to it.

They were sycophants who would do anything to curry favour, and I was disgusted by how low they could stoop. At first, they planned to make her get closer to Devon, but now that they think he's out of reach, they're pushing her to the next available target.

I glanced at the menacing couple who danced at a corner with disdain. Everyone was a pawn to them, and even their daughter wasn't an exemption. In my moment of distraction, I missed my step and tried to regain my balance, but it only got worse when I stepped on my dress and I prepared myself to land on the cold dance floor.