Chapter 135
Chapter 135
“That’s enough. Andrew,” Felix finally spoke, his voice a commanding force that silenced the room. “Elizabeth is here because I personally invited her.”
Andrew’s expression faltered, and he stammered, “11 see, Chairman. I didn’t realize=”
Felix’s voice cut him off.
“You don’t need to make excuses. I invited her because of her talent, and because my daughter likes her. It has nothing to do with you,”
He shook his head slightly, as if disappointed.
act, your behavior today has been appalling. Perhaps you’re the one who should leave and take some time to calm down.”
The shock on Andrew’s face was almost comical.
He blinked in disbelief, struggling to comprehend that he, not I, was being asked to leave.
He glanced around, looking for support among the guests, but the room was silent, watching the scene unfold with barely concealed curiosity.
“She… she’s just a girl who can play the piano,” Andrew stammered, clearly bewildered.
“She doesn’t have any background, no connections. Why does everyone like her so much?”
Felix’s expression softened slightly, but there was still a sharp edge to his words.
“It seems you dislike your son’s Luna. I wonder how she fares in your pack. If Leo shared your view, I’d consider introducing Elizabeth to someone more suitable.”
Leo’s posture straightened instantly, his body radiating tension.
His eyes narrowed, glaring at Felix with a mixture of caution and hostility.
“Elizabeth and I are together,” he stated coldly. “There’s no need for you to concern yourself.”
Felix raised an eyebrow, his tone turning almost teasing.
“It’s just a matter of getting to know each other, Leo. What harm could come from that?”
At that moment, a tall, striz. 0
man stepped forward from the crowd.
His sharp features, framed by a cascade of dark hair, drew murmurs from the onlookers.
He wore a tailored black
His presence commande
the sheen of the fabric reflecting the golden chandeliers above, and his emerald eyes held a mischievous glint.
effortlessly exuding charisma.
“Let me introduce you,” Felix said, a proud smile playing on his lips as he gestured toward the man.
“This is my son, Marcus. He’s about your age, Elizabeth, and will soon take over as the Alpha of the Crescent Tribe.”
As I stood in the grand ballroom, the air thin
with chatter and music, I caught sight of Marcus, the president’s son.
He was tall, with sharp features that
exuded
authority and warmth.
His presence, like that of his father, was impossible to ignore.
His dark hair was perfectly combed, and he wore a tailored black suit that hugged his athletic frame, giving him an effortlessly regal appearance.
Marcus walked over to me and offered me his hand, a gleam in
seye.
“Greetings, Miss Elizabeth! I’ve watched many of your races, and I’m glad to meet you here today. Perhaps if you have time later, we can talk about something related to piano or racing, I have quite an interest in both them and you.”
the World, the Cold Alpha Regretted
Chapter 135
I had heard of both Marcus and the Crescent moon Pack–his family’s influential and powerful group
They were among the most respected in the werewolf world, their strength rivaling that of silvermoon.
Lorek and Marcus were known to be in quiet competition, both striving for the title of First Alpha.
There had been no outright confrontation between them, but the rivalry was palpable, and everyone in the werewolf society knew it.
With a polite smile, 1 extended my hand.
“Hello, Marcus. My name is Elizabeth. I’ve heard of you a long time ago, and I’m glad to meet you here today.”
Marcus’s eyes widened for a brief second, clearly surprised but not taken aback.
mile remained warm and confident as he shook my hand, his grip firm.
“The pleasure is mine,” he said smoothly. Tve often heard my father talk about you. He speaks highly of your abilities and admires your dedication to helping others. Ive also heard about the charitable work you’ve been doing. It’s admirable.”
1 felt a slight flush rise to my cheeks at his words, but I remained composed.
From the corner of my eye, I could see the president watching us with a gentle smile, as if he had already envisioned some sort of future connection between Marcus and me.
Suddenly, I sensed a strong, familiar presence beside me. Lorek.
He stood stiffly, his eyes locked onto Marcus and me with a complex expression.
There was jealousy there, unmistakable and raw.
His face, though calm on the surface, betrayed him with the subtle clenching of his jaw and the tight fists at his side.
The intensity of his gaze made my heart tighten, reminding me of all the unresolved emotions between us.
Leo remained silent for a moment, but the tension around him was undeniable.
Marcus, ever aware of social dynamics, shifted his attention to me.
“Would you honor me with the first dance, Elizabeth?”
He asked, his voice smooth and sincere, though I detected a hint of challenge behind it.
