Chapter 536 – Hidden Desires of the Werewolf King Novel

Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel

She felt like someone squeezed her throat because she couldn’t breathe at the sight of a mark on Dawn’s neck.

Marcy’s mind was spinning. Did she hear that right? Dawn was George’s mate? Was that his mark on her neck? How was that possible? Was he doing this only to rile her up? Marcy was confident that George was lying because just a few days ago the bond between them broke. Marcy was upset that she collapsed while George was fine. And it’s not just that he was fine, but he was already lovey-dovey with another woman, and he even marked her! No, it can’t be true. He was putting up a show only to rile her up because she was about to become Dayson’s Luna!

Marcy had plenty of time to think while she was stuck in that house alone, and she remembered George accepting her rejection while identifying himself as an Alpha. In a way, it made sense because he was strong and there was an air of dignity around him. Marcy thought how that’s just a bearing of a Commander, but now she knew that her mate was an Alpha, and she was stupid to reject him.

But she didn’t allow herself to dwell on that seatback. It was the right thing to do because she will be Dayson’s Luna. Yes, yes… she will focus on the handsome man on her right because that’s her future.

George, the sparks, his scent of clover, and everything else that happened between them was gone and she shouldn’t dwell on it. How can that emotional stuff compare to a life of comfort and security that Dayson can provide her?

What was the point of George being an Alpha if he didn’t have a pack? George was just a lapdog to her father, while Alpha Dayson had thousands of warriors at his disposal, enormous territory, and the massive packhouse.

With that, Marcy pushed unnecessary thoughts about George to the back of her mind.

No one spoke and Marcy’s discomfort rose. Why did she feel like an outsider?

Now that she thought about it, it was only couples at the table.

Maya and Jaeden ignored Marcy, so she didn’t bother with them.

George and Dawn were obnoxiously lovey-dovey. Did they need to feed each other? And it was not just them, but Gideon and Mindy were also talking in whispers while Gideon fed both of them. Why were Mindy’s hands under the table?

Marcy looked at the fine man on her right who was supposed to be focused on her, yet Dayson was stuffing food into his mouth like he didn’t eat in days, and he acted like Marcy was not there.

Marcy wondered if this was some kind of test. Surely, as Dayson’s Luna, she should entertain guests and ensure that the atmosphere was pleasant.

Out of everyone present, Marcy thought that she might try interacting with Mindy.

“Miss Mindy, who is the man by your side?”, Marcy asked sweetly.

Mindy’s eyes snapped at Marcy and Marcy could clearly feel the hostility rising.

Maya cleared her throat. “I apologize for not introducing everyone.” She gestured while talking. “This is Shaman Gideon, Mindy, you all know me and Jaeden, Commander George, Dawn, Marcy, and our Alpha Dayson. James, Petra, Erik, and Zack are also staying in the packhouse, but they are currently out. Oh, and Shaman Gideon’s cousin…”, Maya’s voice trailed, and she looked at Gideon questionably.

“Cornelia was tired from her trip, so she asked for food to be delivered to her room.”, Gideon said.

Dayson listened to this, and he brushed off mentioning of Cornelia like not important. He had so many gaps in his memory that one more didn’t add much to his already bad state. But he noticed that previously black holes in his mind were becoming hazy like something was coming back but he couldn’t grasp it yet.

Marcy smiled when Maya ended the introductions of people without mentioning Talia. She was obviously not important.

Marcy turned to look at Dayson and she froze when she realized that he was staring at her while chewing absentmindedly.

“Is something wrong?”, Marcy asked Dayson.

“I don’t know. Is it?”, Dayson responded with a question.

Dayson didn’t mind that a person was sitting on his left, but Marcy didn’t seem right for that position. Was this him remembering something? Dayson was not sure. But he kept staring at Marcy like there were answers under her skin.

He put another piece of steak into his mouth and turned to look at Marcy, slowly inspecting her face which was now slightly flushed.

“How is the food, Alpha Dayson?”

Dawn’s question pulled Dayson out of his thoughts. She noticed that Dayson’s behavior changed, but she expected him to go and find Talia or maybe slap Marcy, but none of that happened.

“It’s good.”, he said.

“Do you need seconds of anything?” She really wanted to know how much sauce he ate, but she didn’t want to be too obvious about it.

“No. If I do, I will help myself.”, he responded, thinking that she was being servile because of her past as an Omega. Even if the first serving was plated in advance, they had more food available on the table, and anyone can take more if needed. That’s how it always was, Dayson remembered that much.

“Why don’t you ask me?”, Marcy asked Dawn with a smile, thinking that George’s so-called mate should serve her. Marcy saw Dawn in the kitchen, and she was sure that Dawn was just an Omega. Marcy didn’t buy the story of Dawn working willingly. Who would dirty their hands if they had a choice?

Dawn looked at Marcy and blinked. “Why would I ask you? You have hands.”

Marcy’s nostrils flared in anger, but she swallowed the curses that threatened to spill out of her mouth. Dayson was watching. Marcy plastered a fake smile while chanting silently how she will get back at Dawn after Dayson announces her as his Luna.

“Alpha Dayson…”, Marcy called sweetly, and she put her hand over Dayson’s wrist that rested on the table as he held the knife.

Dayson frowned at the point where their hands connected. Somehow, it didn’t feel right. He had no idea why, but it was as if his body was telling him that a touch from a woman shouldn’t be this… empty.

Dayson pulled his hand away from Marcy’s grasp. “Yes?”

“I was wondering, what are your plans for tomorrow? Is there anything that involves me?” Marcy really wanted him to talk about the announcement that she will be revealed as his future Luna. Then everyone at the table will get a reminder of how important she is.

Dayson put a piece of meat into his mouth, and then he scooped some mashed potato and gravy, and he chewed all that slowly while remembering Jaeden’s words about how Marcy expects Dayson to announce that Marcy will be his Luna, but Dayson had no intention of doing that. However, he couldn’t tell her that without remembering the missing pieces.

Marcy thought that a forever passed before Dayson spoke.

“I have a lot of things pending that need to be prioritized. When I have something solid, involving you, you will be informed.”

Marcy was not pleased with this response, but there was nothing much she could do.

Dayson was not rejecting her, but he was not welcoming either. Was this another test? Or was this how her life will be going forward?

Marcy pressed her lips into a line while thinking about her parents. They were not lovey-dovey either, at least not in front of others. Will Dayson be more caring when it’s just the two of them? It’s not that Marcy was expecting sizzling passion and romance, but after experiencing bliss in George’s embrace, Marcy’s idea of how a couple should act included desire and some level of conversation that goes beyond Dayson issuing orders and Marcy sitting obediently until she was needed.

Marcy got an idea.

“Alpha Dayson, I was wondering if you can join me for a walk after dinner.”

Dayson looked at her blankly. “A what?”

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