Chapter 318
The Temptation of Retreat
Third Person POV
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Aubrey’s eyes were stunning–every time she fixed them on someone, it was enough to make that person’s heartbeat falter. Now, staring straight at Alpha Henry, she left him utterly speechless.
It had been so long since she had looked at him like that…
“I… I’m talking to you!”
The words should have been sharp with anger, yet from Henry’s mouth they came out low and husky. His hand, cupping her cheek, didn’t pull away. Instead, as though bewitched, his
fingertips lingered, tracing lightly across her soft skin.
“I’m tired,” Aubrey murmured flatly. “If it isn’t something important, don’t speak.”
Henry’s hand froze. His expression darkened.
“Then tell me–what counts as important?”
“For instance, you could start by cutting down on useless chatter.”
Two violet flames blazed to life in his eyes. “Aubrey! Do you really think—”
But before he could finish, she suddenly reclined, resting her head against his thigh. “I’ll sleep a little longer.”
The unexpected closeness left Henry secretly elated; the spark of anger inside him fizzled out in an instant.
His face shifted so fast it almost looked foolish. Yet he stayed utterly still, not daring to move lest she grow uncomfortable and rise again.
At last, his hand settled carefully on her shoulder.
They were still in the midst of a cold war, but with just this unconscious lean, his heart melted completely. His tightly pressed lips betrayed him, curving upward in a faint smile.
Fine. He would give her more time.
In the depths of his consciousness, his wolf Callen clicked its tongue in disdain. A dignified alpha reduced to this, held captive by an omega with no wolf. Damn it, how it longed for the scent of its true mate—a matching alpha she–wolf,
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Soon the car rolled into the York family estate, ablaze with light.
As they stepped out, Aubrey’s fragrance surrounded Henry’s senses, softening him once more,
“Aubrey,”
“Mm?”
He pressed his lips together nervously, “Shall we… make peace?”
When she raised her head, she saw tension flicker in his eyes.
“I’m sorry. That night, I didn’t mean to question you. I know you once… loved me very much.”
At the golden doors of the grand hall, the proudest alpha in the North Continent shed his pride and dignity to apologize to the omega girl before him. “I won’t force you back to what we were. Just… don’t ignore me, alright?”
Aubrey’s lips trembled faintly, but she said nothing.
Inside the hall, Henry was quickly surrounded by male wolves. They spoke of Shadowmoon Pack’s current state, of the North Continent’s future, of royal affairs. Matters Aubrey, as an omega, had no place in. So she drifted off to a quiet corner, closed her eyes, and rested.
Until a familiar voice stirred her.
“Long time no see, Aubrey.”
Her eyes opened. There stood Alpha Mateo in a beige suit, dressed like a polished elite, though the glint in his eyes still carried that trace of menace.
“About last time–I still owe you my thanks.”
“No need. I haven’t forgotten our deal. Helping you is helping myself.”
She knew full well–his disappearance had only been him seizing Ulrich’s death as a chance to stir trouble in Tempest Pack. Judging by his radiant expression, he’d succeeded.
“So, is that deal ready to take effect now?” Mateo’s eyes flicked toward Henry, entangled across the room. His smile curled sly. “You two don’t look so steady anymore. What’s wrong? Has Henry finally turned cold? Then… is it time for you to take my way out?”
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