Chapter 11
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“I want to have breakfast with everyone in the pack house.”
Odessa said to George as she walked into the elevator with a bright smile.
It had been a week since she got married to Desmond.
And she had been the happiest she had ever been in her present and past life combined.
“Are you sure, my Luna? You can just have breakfast on your floor since my Alpha is at the border.”
“It'll be nice to see you eating with them after all these days,” George said.
But she only ignored him and headed towards the main dining hall, which was already teeming with people.
As everyone saw her, most of them bowed, and the others ignored her like they didn't even notice her presence, whereas they did.
Odessa wasn't expecting such cold treatment.
But she wasn't really shocked because she knew most women wouldn't like her for being Luna.
“Would you like to return to your floor? I'll tell my Alpha about their behavior once he returns.”
“No need to do that.”
She stopped him.
“You don't expect everyone to like me. I prefer people openly disliking me to faking their love.”
“I don't appreciate that at all. So there won't be any need to bother Desmond about it once he arrives.”
George nodded gently as he watched her walk over to the table to serve herself.
George knew she didn't require any protection, but he was only with her since Desmond ordered him to.
She was capable of taking care of herself.
Odessa wasn't shocked by most of the hostility she was getting.
Besides, she was used to it, and she barely left her floor, so they would have different opinions about her.
And she believed strongly in freedom of opinion, no matter how absurd it sounded.
“These snobs are irritating. Don't these people know the right way to address someone in their midst?”
Aria rolled her eyes in anger as she looked around along with Odessa.
Odessa thought she was the only one being irritated when it wasn't only her.
“Good morning, my Luna.”
One of the maids behind the large table filled with a variety of food bowed to her with a bright smile.
“I hope you've been enjoying your stay here.”
Odessa nodded with a bright smile before heading to a seat to quietly have breakfast and return to her floor for the rest of the day.
This was very disappointing since she had everything on the floor provided for her.
She looked out the large floor-to-ceiling windows.
The sun was shining brightly.
And it hadn't rained for the past three days now, and she wanted to use the opportunity to tour the entire pack.
But Desmond had spoken to her against it, and she could only go with him around.
“Isn't that just weird? You can always go with George, right?”
Aria asked.
“You don't know what he's keeping us from. It might be more dangerous than we think.”
“And maybe because people outside are yet to be told I'm the Luna. Having him by my side when going out will explain everything.”
Odessa explained gently.
“That makes sense,” Aria replied.
And just then she felt hands on her shoulders.
She was about to push them off when she saw it was Desmond, who had a big smile on his face.
“You didn't tell me you were having breakfast with others.”
He said, sitting next to her, and she flashed him a smile.
Some maids quickly served him some plates of food, and Odessa, knowing he wouldn't finish those, asked them to take most of it away.
“Looks like my wife is getting to know me more than myself.”
He teased.
Everyone in the hall was shocked to see their Alpha smiling.
He had never smiled for any reason, even if it was a joke.
But now he was smiling at the lady before him as if he did it every day.
“Are you sure that's the Alpha?” one whispered.
“He is smiling. I've never seen him do that.”
Desmond realized what those around them were doing, but he ignored them, acting childish before Odessa.
“Come on, Desmond, we are outside.”
Odessa cautioned.
“You want me to take you up?”
He asked, making an attempt to lift her, but she dodged him swiftly.
“Come on, wifey, be a good boy now, Desmond.”
She ruffled his hair, and he nodded before focusing on his food.
“Can we go out and tour the pack?”
She looked at him with her puppy eyes.
As she said that, Desmond turned to her with a raised brow.
“Why should we go?”
He asked her with a tilted head.
“You have everything you want in the pack house. There's no need to leave the pack house for any reason.”
Odessa pouted.
“I want to see the pack now that it isn't raining most days. I'd like to see the entire pack. I can't live somewhere without knowing how the entire place looks, you know.”
She explained to him, and he seemed to think of it for a few minutes before finally giving in.
“Fine. We'll go tonight when I'm done with the day's work.”
He agreed with a sigh.
And she squealed before throwing her arms around him in a hug, not caring about those around them.
“Can I get a kiss on the lips instead?”
“Desmond!”
“Okay, okay.”
He laughed.
Night came, and Odessa was dressed in a cozy dress and furry coat since it was still cold despite it not raining.
Her hair was up in a beautiful bun, a hairpin in it.
“What's the occasion?”
Aria asked as she saw her in the mirror looking all beautiful.
“Were you asleep when Desmond said he would take us out, or you're just mocking me right now?”
Odessa frowned.
“I'd like to tease you from time to time, but your lovely, lovely thing made me fall asleep, and I didn't catch the part. He said that to you?”
Aria bluntly replied.
“Whatever.”
Odessa rolled her eyes before stepping out of the dressing room.
She saw Desmond standing at the door, looking down at his watch.
“I'm ready.”
She called out, and he looked at her from head to toe before l*****g his lips with a smirk.
“Why are you doing that?”
“You look smoking hot.”
He complimented with a smirk, and she blushed a little as he walked over to her, placing a kiss on her forehead before stretching his hand out for her to take.
“We'll be having night walks, but we'll take the car. I have some interesting spots to show you.”
George helped her into the car, securing her into the front seat like she was a baby before Desmond drove out of the pack house.
“What's gotten over the Alpha?”
Two figures stood on the nobles' floor, obviously females, but their faces were hidden in the darkness of the night.
“She must have spelled him. I tried every charm of mine on him, and nothing worked against him.”
“Now she is there, enjoying what should be mine.”
“It's only a matter of time, Odessa. Enjoy as much as you can.”
The other figure said with a low and sinister chuckle.
Odessa squealed with excitement as Desmond took her to the street food stalls to try out the pack's street foods, and she fell in love with them instantly.
Nothing beat street food.
She hummed as she took another bite.
“Are you trying to say my food sucks?”
He raised a brow, but she ignored him, munching on the meatballs attached to the skewers in her hand.
A smile appeared on Desmond's lips as he watched her.
For a brief second, everything seemed to go into slow motion as he watched her.
The breeze lifted her loose strands.
Strangely, her scent filled his senses stronger than it usually did.
“What's wrong?”
She asked him, the skewer midway to her mouth.
“Do I have something on my face?”
She whispered, trying to get something to look at her face.
“No. You look beautiful. Very beautiful.”
He said, his tone just above a whisper.
“Thank you.”
She replied before continuing with her food, not minding anyone around.
“Goodness, I'm full.”
She gasped, leaning back into her chair after eating ten skewers of meatballs and a whole glass of traditional juice.
“You should have left space for more. There's still a lot of food stalls we'll be going to. Since you're full, maybe not today.”
He said.
And a pout appeared on her face.
“All right, all right. Let's take a walk to help you digest the food before going to another.”
“Okay.”
She nodded like an excited baby before they started to walk with bright smiles.
She dashed down the path they were walking on, and just then it slowly started to rain.
Desmond watched her like she was the best thing he could watch.
As she danced in the drizzling rain, everything around her went slow again.
Her scent filled his senses again, this time waking his wolf from his slumber.
“Mate.”
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