Chapter 775 – Hidden Desires of the Werewolf King Novel

Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel

Dayson snorted irritably and retracted his aura.

Arya was not sure what had happened. They were talking, and she thought she had an advantage; she said some things, and then Talia suppressed her completely. Talia was obviously on the top. Why was everyone siding with Talia?

“Don’t blame her,” Talia said. “Arya is still young and needs to learn that people shouldn’t be judged based on external appearance.”

Alpha Cristian whipped his head to look at Arya.

Arya didn’t dare to lift her gaze. She could feel Cristian’s eyes on her, and she feared that if she saw anger or disappointment there, she would fall apart. At the same time, Talia’s words stabbed Arya right into the stomach. This blow felt harsher than when Dayson’s aura held her down.

Arya hated when people treated her differently because of her appearance, yet she did the same to Talia. Based on werewolf standards, Talia had a small frame and was skinny, and seeing how Talia interacted with everyone softly, Arya assumed that Talia was submissive.

Arya was not sure if she implied that Talia was nobody because she really meant it or because she was angry, but the words were out, and she couldn’t take it back, and no amount of apology will fix that. It was disrespect toward someone of high rank, an ally who was visiting, and the punishment won’t be light.

Arya glanced at Talia to see that the latter was completely focused on the man holding her.

“I am OK, Dayson. I really am. Can you keep me down?”

Luna Michelle got into the room, and she immediately noticed the awkward atmosphere.

Arya had her head bowed, Cristian stood on the side, and Dayson was holding Talia in his arms.

Ashton peeked from behind his mother to see inside the living room.

He walked to Dayson while proudly holding a sheet of paper and pointed his finger at Dayson’s feet. “Keep my Luna down. I am here now, so your protective services won’t be needed. You can rest.”

Dayson gritted his teeth in annoyance. Will this little snot ever give up? Why was everyone set on getting their hands on Talia? She was his!

Unaware that Dayson was tightening his hold on Talia, Ashton looked at Talia and grinned. “I made a drawing for you. Do you want to see it?”

“Of course,” Talia said with a smile. ‘Put me down, Dayson.’ Talia spoke to Dayson through their mind-link. ‘Don’t make this more awkward than it already is.’

‘What happened with that woman while I was gone?’

‘Nothing.’

‘I’m not buying it. I left you to sip tea, and five minutes later, I’m back to see you about to hump a random woman. Unless you switched to liking females, something happened. Or do you like girls now? Am I not needed after I gave you my seed?’

Talia was not sure if she should laugh or cry. How does his brain work?

‘Don’t overthink things, Dayson. It’s nothing like it. We have an audience. Put. Me. Down.’

Reluctantly, Dayson’s arms went lower, and Talia’s feet touched the floor.

Ashton happily grabbed Talia’s hand. “Let’s go next to the window, so you can see it better.”

Talia followed the little man, and Dayson was one step behind them.

“I apologize, Alpha,” Arya said in a small voice.

“I am not the one you should apologize to, Arya,” Cristian said.

Arya turned to where Talia went, when he stopped her.

“Don’t. We have a big night ahead of us. Can I count on you, or are you compromised?”

This time, Arya lifted her head and looked him into the eyes. Her throat constricted when she saw his stern expression. Even when she was lined up with other warriors, there was a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips when their eyes met, yet now there was none.

“You can count on me, Alpha.”

“Good,” Cristian said curtly. “Don’t think about this incident. Focus on your mission. If we mess up, lives will be at stake. Do you understand that?”

Arya nodded.

“We will talk about this tomorrow. You are dismissed. Go to your position.”

Arya bowed respectfully and left the room.

Alpha Cristian puffed his cheeks while looking at the door through which Arya walked out, and he knew that warm hand wrapping around his bicep was Michelle.

“Did I make a mistake by promoting her to a general so early?” He asked.

“You said that she deserved it,” Michelle said.

“With her skills, yes. But this incident proved that mentally she is not there. A general needs to stay composed and have a firm head on shoulders and not to provoke allies.” He didn’t know what exactly happened, but nothing would justify Arya speaking or acting against Talia, not when their territory was full of warriors from the Shadow Fang pack, and definitely not in Dayson’s presence. Even without those, Talia was an Alpha, someone that could face a Guardian and come out of it alive. What was Arya thinking?

“Arya is a fast learner. She absorbed everything you taught her.” Michelle said.

Cristian released a long breath. “I saw her as a child, and I didn’t insist on respect and protocols, and now it backfired.”

“It will be alright. Talia will forgive her.”

“Talia is not the one I’m worried about.”

They both turned to look in the direction of the window under which Ashton, Talia, and Dayson were.

Ashton was pointing at the things on the paper while explaining to Talia what was there. Talia was squatting to be on the same level with Ashton, and Dayson was hovering above them with a grim expression that would scare the Devil.

Talia did her best to ignore Dayson’s hostile attitude. She heard that Alphas get super-protective when their mates are expecting pups, but Dayson was exaggerating. But then… Dayson was always completely in or out without any middle ground.

Talia was looking at Ashton’s drawing that had a forest and a house with a lawn. The sky was blue with some black spots that Ashton called birds, and three stick figures stood on the lawn.

“Is that your family?” Talia asked.

Ashton nodded earnestly. “This is me…” He pointed at the biggest stick figure.

Talia thought the boy pointed it wrongly because he should be the smallest one, representing the child, but then Ashton continued, “This is you, and this is our pup.”

Talia’s giggle covered Dayson’s growl.

“You made a drawing of two of us and our child?” Talia asked with amusement in her voice. She knew it was wrong, and she should correct him, but Ashton was adorable.

Ashton confirmed. “Yes. One pup is enough. I don’t want more because raising children takes time, and I want to ensure I have time for my Luna.”

“Your Luna will be a lucky girl.”

He grinned. “I am glad you think so. I will treat you well.”

Another growl came from Dayson, and Talia felt the urgency to get some one-on-one time with Dayson and pacify him.

“Thank you for the drawing, Ashton. I will cherish it. Don’t you need to get ready for the party?”

“You are right,” Ashton said. “I should get going.” He paused to look at Talia, and his cheeks reddened. “Will you dance with me tonight?”

Talia was about to say yes, but Dayson growled again.

“We will see. I am a bit tired, so I can’t make promises.”

Ashton was disappointed, but he didn’t insist.

Talia looked after the boy and shook her head helplessly. How can six years old boy be more understanding than the big oaf that was standing next to her?

Talia looked at Dayson’s grumpy expression, and her heart warmed. He was a big, domineering, overprotective, stubborn oaf. Her oaf.

Talia wrapped her arms around Dayson’s neck. “How about we find out where we will be staying tonight? There is still some time until the party starts.”

She gave him a meaningful look, and Dayson’s lips lifted into a smile.

On the inside, it was a massive space that was perfect for any type of gatherings.

Two long bars with bartenders behind them stood opposite each other at the far ends of the event hall, there was an elevated stage with a band, a dance area where guests wiggled, and many tables with benches where people were enjoying finger foods and chatting in a good mood. Doors on the side led to restrooms, an extra storage area for additional furniture, and a kitchen where food was kept.

To accommodate larger gatherings, the event hall had massive doors that would open to a well-maintained lawn where tables and chairs were set up, but this area was mostly empty with only a few people there who stepped out for a smoke.

The forest around the event hall was filled with warriors who were organized in formations to wait for rogues while hoping that rogues won’t come. Many of the guests came with their kids, and those were high-ranking members of their packs and prominent figures in society. A slip-up in security would be devastating.

When Dayson told Cristian about a potential rogues’ attack, Cristian considered canceling the event, but Dayson convinced him otherwise with an argument that Tony and Maddox will send reinforcements, and this was the perfect opportunity to figure out what was going on with the rogues.

Someone was behind rogues, organizing them; someone powerful enough to make them obey, or maybe with pockets so deep that rogues would follow them willingly. In any case, it was a dangerous opponent, and staying passive while hoping for the best was not a good strategy.

Only a handful of people knew about Cassie’s warning. Others believed that these were extra security measures after what happened in the Blue River pack. If the news leaked that Cristian had information about the upcoming attack and still proceeded with this party, people who were kept in the dark would be angry.

In the event hall, more than a hundred people were present, but due to the sheer size of the event hall, it looked under-utilized.

After an elaborate dinner, people were mingling, and kids were running around and doing kids’ stuff. Normally, parents would remind their kids to be restrained, but this was a birthday for a six year-old, so children’s energy was welcomed. It was lively.

Kids had their own area set up with a big bouncy house and games, and their laughter and cheers were overpowering music.

Dayson was standing at the bar and sipping juice angrily while his eyes didn’t leave Ashton and Talia who were on the dancefloor.

Ashton and Talia were holding hands and moving left-right, so it was not a big deal, but Ashton’s grin rubbed Dayson the wrong way. He really wanted to go there and slap some sense into the kid. Why couldn’t he accept that Talia was taken? Ashton should go and play with other midgets or chase girls his size, and leave Talia alone!

Keith was among the guests, keeping an eye on Talia, but Ashton didn’t count as a threat to Talia’s safety so Dayson couldn’t count on Keith to take out that kid that was like a thorn in Dayson’s side.

“I hope you can overlook Arya’s indiscretion,” Cristian said to Dayson.

Dayson peeled his eyes away from Talia to look at Cristian who joined him at the bar without Dayson noticing.

“Do you ask for forgiveness for all your generals or is this one special?”

Cristian didn’t miss Dayson’s mocking tone and he wondered who else thought that Arya had special privileges.

“Arya joined this pack fifteen years ago as an orphan and I feel responsible for her shortcomings. But she is a good kid.”

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