Camilla's POV continues
“Cami, let me see your phone.” Mirabelle tells me, stretching her hand out. I frown, placing the phone in her hand and instantly leaning back in my seat right after.
I close my eyes, my hands tapping at my thighs through the fabric of my dress. I count, throughout the ride I count from a hundred to one and back and forth, controlling the thoughts that slip into my mind.
And surely, no unsolicited thoughts grace my mind all sixty if not forty minutes of the ride. I slip out of the car the moment it stops, my eyes meeting the Coronation entrance. I used to love this place when I was a kid, almost as much as the hotel my birthday was hosted at year after year. We arrive at our destination Coronation. Mom used to bring me here with her every weekend and some weekdays, every chance she got she'd bring me but Dad hated it, he always wanted me in his sight all day.
I suck in a breath, the air is still as fresh as I remember it despite the place having some evident improvement renovations to meet the modern day and age.
“Ready to show your face Alpha?” Mirabelle asks, standing beside me as I take in the entrance of the establishment.
“Always sweetie,” I retort.
“Damn, can you smile?” Kingston sneers, his frame coming into view, replacing my view of the entrance.
“There is no reason to smile, King,” I sigh.
“Ouuf, but you look more beautiful when you smile.” he argues, my cheeks heating up at the compliment. “And that's according to research,” he adds, ruining the moment with his bullishit but also steading my heart rate. “Your smile can't be compared to the makeup you're wearing, it is more beautiful, have you never heard that?”
I roll my eyes, I have heard it. I heard from the wrong person, one I had forgotten about up until he continued to fucking run his mouth but of course, I don't him that, instead I walk around him, making my way to the entrance with him mumbling something about my character behind me, literally talking behind my back with my best friend.
At the entrance is Sheryl, the woman I unknowing called a whore when I smelled a different scent on Adrian that wasn't my perfume. I was jealous but honestly, her perfume choice smells so much better in comparison to the fruit scented body sprays and mists Mirabelle and I indulge in.
As I make my way up to her, I make two conclusions, one, Sheryl is too beautiful for her age, which can't be younger than fifty if I'm correct. And two, blue is her favorite color, she looks gorgeous in it, any shade of blue is stunning on her.
I never cared about my looks until he who won't be named but now I do, and I am envious of the good genes the Royals have. Envious of how they seem not to age past the range of twenty to twenty eight years, and some of them live forever. Forever, that must be the saddest experience, they get to see their children and grandchildren die but they can die from chronic illness despite it being rare that they get sick.
Nonetheless, I do envy one thing about them: Royals can be with whoever they desire, they do have mates but it's their choice to refute the mate and pair him with a mateless or widowed wolf.
As I get closer to Sheryl, I only hope one thing, she shouldn't address me as luna because I will lose my fucking mind and torch her family relic along with everyone in it to ash.
Damn, Camilla. Where are these anger issues coming from? I mean, I've always had intrusive thoughts but I pushed them to the back of my mind so easily but now, everything seems to flow past so easily.
“Sheryl, don't you look gorgeous,” Kingston says, singing the 'gorgeous' as he walks and hugs her.
Seriously? When did he walk past me? I was an inch away from greeting Sheryl, she was already flashing me a warm smile while I greeted her with my own, only words were excluding from our greeting.
Sheryl giggles, giving King a pat on the back. Her hand resting on his back as she turns her attention back to Mirabelle and I, “Ladies, don't you look exceptionally stunning tonight.” she says, with so much warmth in her tone.
“Thank you, so do you.” Mirabelle and I retort concurrently, turning to each other with wide eyes before laughing.
Sheryl giggles too, her hand still lingering on Kingston's back as she turns over her shoulder and calls someone with the gesture of her hand. Kingston's hand rests in her pocket and I almost gag at him getting hard from a single touch of the woman old enough to be his mother despite her appearance. Noticing my contempt he winks, earning himself an eye roll from me.
The person Sheryl was calling arrives, a girl. She's about an inch shorter than I am, wearing an equally stunning baby blue dress as Sheryl, with a tray of masquerade masks in hand. She has a royal mask on her, so I assume she's her daughter.
“Hi, welcome.” She greets, flashing the brightest smile I've ever seen on a woman.
Her teeth are so white, it's like she painted them and added clear polish so they glint. King's eyes trail to her, evidently eye fucking her as he does so.
Sheryl gestures to the tray, Mirabelle reaches for the mask of her choice, and so does Kingston, his gaze anywhere but on that platter when he picks his mask.
Typical asshole, no wonder he is popular with the ladies, one smile and they're ready to drop their panties for him, kind of like an Alpha I used to know prior. However, when I too blindly reach for a mask, my gaze trying to burn holes into Kingston and his whore tendencies, Sheryl grips my hand, making me shift my gaze.
I look to my hand then to her, her hands feel soft, she's perfect. “Sorry, but I already picked a mask for you if you don't mind.”
“Oh,” I murmur. “Sure,” I tell her, not wanting to insult one of the most influential queens of our time.
“Here,” she says. Her hand stretched out to place the mask I assumed was her own when I saw it in her hand and same in mine.
My eyes widen as I look at the detail of the mask, it's clearly a royal mask.
“This is a royal mask?” I say, but it comes out as more of a question than an affirmation.
“Please wear it, it's my plea.”
I turn to Mirabelle and she nods, I slowly slip on the mask, securing it on my face. It's comfortable, I can barely feel it around my face.
“Great, it looks absolutely stunning on you, for a second I thought you'd be one of those Alpha's that turn down the host.” she giggles, Kingston joining her and making a comment about how I can easily be that Alpha.
My eyes widen, it's not Kingston that has me reevaluating the last few seconds, its Sheryl. Not only did she refer to me as Alpha but she named herself the host. I peer at her, licking my lips and gulping, she called me thumbelina, she's the person I solely came to see tonight.
“Freya weetie, show our guests their seats, Silverline.” Sheryl says to the masked girl who I've now learned is princess Freya, her niece.
“This way please.” Freya nods, leading the way. Kingston is the first to follow her, making me scrunch up my nose in annoyance.
“Not you Alpha, I'd like a word please.”
Kingston and Mirabelle look at me. I nod at them for them to proceed, to which they do. Kingston lingering a second longer than he should before he leaves.
“A word you said, what's that word your Highness? ”
“Please don't be formal we are–” she takes a pregnant pause, her lips shutting with a threatening grin. I arch my eyebrow at her and she grins, “Come with me, let's have a drink and talk after the auction.”
“I highly doubt I will have the time, I will leave early, there are things that need my attention.” I tell her, trying my best not to sound rude.
“You just have to, Familia Vengo primeramente.” (you just have to family comes first)
Family?
I arch my eyebrow, “You know what, I think it's about time you found out everything, you've grown now thumbelina.”
Thumbelina, there is that pet name again.
“I know that name sparks a nerve but it's my favorite to address you. I have some things you should be made aware of if you can overthrow an Alpha feared by many and build your own pack. Good job by the way, I think you're ready for the truth.”
“Truth, what truth?” I ask, my eyes trailing to the woman that nearly breaks her neck in an attempt to get a glimpse of me.
Sheryl grins, “Not only have you become very important these days, you've also acquired an impatient trait. Relax, we will see you after the Auction, enjoy.” she slightly bows, stepping back. Watching her walk away, I sigh. Aiming to take a deep breath, I too follow after Sheryl.
It's loaded in here, there's so many people that I'm nearly twitching out of anxiety. I begin to count backwards from one hundred as I search for Mirabelle with my eyes, the counting seems to be interrupted by the whispers and stares I'm getting.
Unsure if it's because I'm me or because I'm wearing a royal mask, as per unusual request of Queen Sheryl. My mental alarm is ringing boisterous but I keep my A game face on.
Eventually, my eyes find Mirabelle and Kingston at Silverline's table. Emily has arrived too, she's sitting next to Mirabelle, her classy hooker outfit getting all the attention it was made to get. Our pack table is situated by some sort of corner, yet in the middle of the room.
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