Chapter 15:
I muttered a sharp prayer, hoping my stomach wouldn’t growl since werewolves’ hearing was sharp.
A chilling sensation swept through me when he locked eyes with me again. His gaze was so penetrating that my legs grew weak.
I almost forgot how to walk.
He shouldn’t have caught me staring. I hoped he wouldn’t gouge out my eyes.
I swallowed hard, placing the tray on the table, making sure it was within everyone’s reach.
Good. My business is done. Time to go.
“Wait, Aurora,” Nathalia’s annoying voice rang out, halting me in my tracks.
Slowly, I turned to meet her heavily made-up face. I scoffed inwardly when I saw her cleavage on display.
Those small boobs were practically suffocating in that dress, barely contained.
Was she trying to seduce the Alpha King?
Did I hear a change in her tone?
“Why don’t you fill King Damon’s glass with some orange juice?” she suggested excitedly. “I made it myself. I thought you might like it.” She blushed innocently, biting her red lips seductively.
“Fuck you!” I screamed at her in my mind as I dragged my feet back to the table.
“That was so thoughtful of you, honey,” the Luna commended, making me roll my eyes in disgust.
I had nothing against the Luna. She was nice to me, to some extent, and I appreciated that. But Nathalia’s act almost made me burst into laughter.
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I never knew she could do anything with those lazy hands. The maids practically did everything for her, even washing her undies.
“Oh, Mother. I thought I could help with the preparations since I was bored. Being single, I have plenty of time,” she chuckled, emphasizing the word “single” while throwing seductive glances at the Alpha King, clearly trying to catch his attention.
I could tell she had a huge crush on him.
It was a shame he didn’t even notice her existence.
I picked up the jug on the table, ignoring the look on my father’s face. He didn’t question it, likely to avoid causing a scene. If only he had been around when Nathalia accused me of stealing, I wouldn’t be serving drinks like a maid.
My hands trembled as I held the jug, clenching it tight with all my strength.
His aura wasn’t helping, as it clouded my mind.
I almost staggered as his burning gaze moved over my hand, neck, and face.
“Concentrate!” I snapped at myself, but I couldn’t.
He was affecting me.
“Fuck!” I muttered silently as the filter missed the cup, and the orange juice began to spill onto the Alpha King’s shiny leather shoes.
Kill me, Moon Goddess!
