Chapter 455 – Hidden Desires of the Werewolf King Novel

Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel

[I thought that Commander George will accompany Marcy. Isn’t he Marcy’s guard?]

[Isn’t that our Dawn with him?]

[When do you think Marcy will arrive?]

[Why is Commander George so close to Dawn? It’s one thing what they are doing in private, but this is a public event.]

[Is Commander’s appearance a sign that Alpha Dayson should go and fetch Marcy?]

Dayson facepalmed. Marcy-this, Marcy-that. It was like this crowd drank some Marcy-related drug and can’t talk about anything other than her. The only good thing was that no one mentioned the other woman (aka Nora) who was in the dungeon. At least he didn’t need to come up with a cover-up to explain her absence.

But this event was now more than just clarifying Dayson’s availability for marriage. This was about figuring out if George will be an ally, a puppet, or an enemy.

Dayson was surrounded by hyenas who were eager for him to mess it up, and this was the situation where he would figure out who will really help him, and who was just talking.

It’s easy to be friends in good times. Only when facing challenges, will the true nature of a person be exposed.

So far, James showed himself to be useful. It was George’s turn.

Dayson stood up and went to meet George and Dawn.

Dawn stiffened when she saw Dayson walking toward them.

She thought that attending this event with George will be a blast, but when she saw all those Elders scrutinizing her, she thought how maybe that was not such a good idea.

No one was dancing. People were standing or sitting in small groups and talking in murmurs, creating a stifling atmosphere that made Dawn’s hairs stand on ends. How was this a party? And now even Alpha Dayson was coming toward them and the only thing preventing Dawn from running away was George’s firm arm around her shoulders.

“Commander George”, Dayson was first to extend his greeting. He glanced at Dawn and gave her a small nod. “Dawn…” His eyes lingered at the left side of her neck and he could see that it was red and some patterns were forming. It was George’s mark.

The more Dayson saw newly mated couples getting marked, the more he regretted not doing that with Talia. If she wore his mark, no one would doubt her identity. He was so stupid! Dayson decided to push the marking up on the list of his priorities. Who cares about Talia’s wolf? When the old beast comes around, she will understand, and if she doesn’t… well, she will have to accept it.

After exchanging pleasantries, Dayson returned his attention to George. “I am happy that you could join us. I know that you would rather be somewhere else.”

“We are here on Dawn’s insistence.”, George responded. “I’m not sure if we will stay until the end. I hope you will forgive us if we leave early.”

“As long as you stay for dinner, that will be enough.”, Dayson said. “By the time you finish with dessert, I will be done with my announcements. I hope you will join us at the table.”

Dayson really wanted to go to the study and have a long private talk with George, but this was not the time. For tonight, Dayson thought of having George nearby and gauging his attitude.

Dawn swallowed a lump of air. Did Alpha Dayson say how they should eat with them at the table? Dawn would love to be close to Talia, but everyone else was intimidating. Her ears were buzzing, and she was not sure if George accepted the offer or not.

She was working in the packhouse for years and knew it like the back of her palm, yet now it felt foreign and Dawn wanted to leave.

Dawn was looking left and right, and she spotted Zina at the table with refreshments. She was refilling the plate with cocktail meatballs.

At that moment, Zina looked like a beacon of safety in the middle of a stormy night, and Dawn really needed to see a friendly face.

“Excuse me…”, Dawn said in a small voice and looked up at George. “I will be back in a minute.” She shimmied out of his hold and headed toward Zina. Dawn was not comfortable talking with Alpha Dayson, and George can tell her later what he decided.

As long as she was with George, it will be fine. Hopefully.

“You should put those closer together…”, Dawn said when she approached Zina.

Zina turned to see behind her, to make sure it was not just her imagination. “Dawn.”

Zina was really happy to see her friend. They saw each other earlier that afternoon when Zina brought things to Dawn, but that was only briefly with George around. Dawn and Zina were together most of the time, so this day-long separation felt like forever.

“You look stunning.”

Dawn smiled. “You think? Thank you for the dress.”

If Zina didn’t bring her the dress, Dawn wouldn’t have anything to wear. And Zina brought her more than just a dress. She brought a carry-on with several changes of clothes and toiletries, and Zina did that by rushing to Dawn’s apartment while potatoes were in the oven. Ivy and Lily made sure nothing burned until Zina came back.

Zina shook her head. “It’s not about the dress. It’s you, D. You are glowing.”

Dawn smiled until her cheeks hurt. She was happy.

Zina had so many questions, but she knew that this was not the time to sit and talk about juicy details. However, she was eager to find out some bits.

“So, how is life in high society?”, Zina asked Dawn teasingly. She leaned closer and spoke in a whisper, “Or should I ask, how is the life under Commander George?”

Dawn’s eyes flashed in outrage, but she couldn’t suppress the giggles that burst unexpectedly. Dawn quickly blocked her mouth with her hands while hoping that people were not staring at her. She didn’t dare to look around and verify.

“Come on.”, Zina urged Dawn to say something. “Did you get what you wanted? Is he a sex machine that provides endless orgasms?”

“Shh…”, Dawn waved her hands. It’s one thing when they were goofing around in private, but this was a fancy party, and they shouldn’t have sex talks.

Zina rolled her eyes. “Don’t you shush me. I could smell it in the room sin. Pure sin. Now tell me while I refill this tray… how big is he? Is it just the size, or does he have technique also?”

Dawn could feel her cheeks heating up. “I’m not going to talk about it here. People might hear.”

“Yeah, like anyone cares what we will talk about.” Zina inched closer and said in a whisper, “They are mostly talking about Marcy.”

At the mention of Marcy, Dawn’s chest tightened. Other than Marcy being unconscious, she was also George’s first mate, and Dawn couldn’t stay indifferent while thinking about that woman.

Part of Dawn was angry at Marcy because she rejected and hurt George, and another part feared if George had any lingering feelings toward Marcy. Sure, he was totally focused on Dawn, but what will happen when Marcy wakes up? What if Marcy regrets rejection and asks George to take her back? Dawn didn’t want to think about it.

“What are they saying about Marcy?”, Dawn asked stiffly.

“You know… things like… when will she make her appearance.”

Dawn felt guilty. Her mind was muddled by the fluffy clouds that resembled George, and she forgot that they were in a state of emergency. If people found out that Marcy is in a sorry state and that Alpha Dayson is concealing it… who knows what will happen? It was a serious situation, yet Dawn ditched them from the moment she realized that George was her mate.

“What’s the status on our side?”

Zina shrugged. “Her condition is unchanged and…” Zina stopped talking when she saw two Elders approaching the table where she was with Dawn.

It was an older man and an older woman, known as Elder Thomas and Elder Patsy. Not the most pleasant ones in the bunch. They all had an inflated sense of self-importance, and their sour expressions told Zina and Dawn that they were coming to cause trouble.

“Should you be lingering here and chatting?”, Elder Patsy asked and then her eyes settled on Dawn. “You don’t look like you came to work.”

Dawn didn’t like their attitude, but she didn’t want to bicker and stir a commotion.

Zina responded in Dawn’s place, “Dawn is not working tonight. She is a guest.”

Elder Thomas sneered. They all knew that Dawn was one of the Omegas who worked in the packhouse. “A guest? Do you think that because you have Commander George’s favor you can do as you please?” He stiffened when he saw George approaching them in large strides.

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