Hiding the Alpha's Heir (Desmond and Seraphina)

Chapter 22: Out of the Blue (part 1)

I didn't know how long we were traveling but I only realized we had arrived at the destination if it only weren't for the carriage stopping at an establishment.

Desmond was the one who got out before he turned at me and opened his palm. Glaring at his hand, I was hesitant to accept it.

My attention was not on him when I looked up to see the establishment in front of me. I blinked and managed to misstep on the stairs. I almost shrieked from tripping but then Desmond was quick enough to catch me in his arms.

"Careful." I held onto his shoulders, almost panicking. I could even feel my heart pounding so fast because I was not quick enough to analyze the situation.

Instead, I was inside my ex-husband's arms. Our bodies were pressed against each other as we looked into each other's eyes. Our lips were a few inches from touching each other.

At that moment, something awakened inside me that made my blood run cold. The whisper had me petrified...

'Mate.'

Desmond and I gasped in unison as our eyes both widened. That whisper from my wolf came out of the blue. It was something to feel... unexpected for us to feel that again.

It was that moment when I came to smell his distinguished scent. I immediately pushed him away. Even Desmond stepped backward. He looked surprised as well.

I covered my mouth as I panicked. This couldn't be...

I looked at Desmond who was panting. His breath was shaky right now as we looked into each other's eyes.

"Just now..." he paused and gulped. With the way he looked right now, I knew I wasn't the only one who looked shocked and surprised. "Did you feel it?" His tone sounded unsure.

I heaved out a shaky sigh and nodded. "Y-Yes..." I bit my lower lip, didn't expect that this would happen. "How is that possible...?" I looked at my hands that were fidgeting right now.

This couldn't be happening...

Desmond and I's mate bond had been rehabilitated... Shouldn't this circumstance not happen?

Desmond looked disoriented as he combed his hair. "We must..." He inhaled and exhaled before he looked at the establishment that was in front of us. He exhaled sharply before he cleared his throat. "We must go," he said after composing himself and offered his arm.

I caressed my chest, feeling a little ache on it before I nodded. I swung my hand and accidentally touched Desmond's hand.

"Aww!"

"Shit!"

We both distanced each other, shocked at the sudden bolt when our skin touched. We looked at each other, wide-eyed.

I knew this feeling... This wasn't the first time I felt when Desmond and I accidentally touched. It felt like we were thrown back from the first time we met and our hands touched each other.

Desmond knew it.

"Marquis Verlice."

Both of us looked away and saw a beautiful petite woman coming on our way.

"Lady Niccoli." I turned at Desmond who met the woman named Lady Niccoli.

Lady Niccoli curtsied before him. "Greetings, my lord." She smiled.

Desmond took Lady Niccoli's hand and kissed the back of his hand causing me to frown. "It is my pleasure to meet you again, Lady Niccoli." She chuckled... flirtatiously. She even playfully hit him in the arm. "I just saw you three days ago, my lord. You act like we haven't seen each other for years." She started caressing Desmond's arm.

I secretly gnashed my teeth as I looked away, seeing them flirting together. I was feeling bitter that they had to do it right in front of me. Was this Desmond's plan to show me that he could get any woman whenever he wanted? If so, then I don't care about it.

But my wolf surely acted. She was furious that I was letting Desmond be touched by another woman. I didn't react as I was still bewildered at the sudden interlinking of our mate bond again.

This wasn't supposed to be happening. Why Desmond again?

"Who is she?"

I snapped back upon hearing a hostile tone coming from that woman. realized that I had never met her ever since I married Desmond before. How long had been they acquainted? Were they sleeping together? Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

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And why was I interested to know Desmond's escapades after I absconded from his pack?

Desmond glanced at me. "She's Seraphina. She's my—"

"I am his seamstress working on his tuxedo, my lady," I chimed in and curtsied before her.

When I looked at Desmond, his jaw tightened and his face darkened. I could tell that he was unhappy that I chimed in.

Lady Niccoli's hostile expression changed into a relieved one. That way, I almost squinted my eyes at her. She looked like she was ready to lash out at me if I introduced myself wrongly.

"Oh, I see," she said in a beaming tone. Then, she ignored me and turned to Desmond. "Do you have any business here, my lord?"

"Indeed," he answered. "We shall go now." He nodded.

I gasped when Desmond yanked my arm and dragged me inside the establishment. Lady Niccoli had a look of bewilderment when she saw how Desmond acted.

"Desmond..." I called his name when he kept dragging me. "Desmond!" I called his name one more time. This time it was loud enough to make him snap back.

"What?" he asked, looking pissed as he glanced at me.

"You're hurting me," I said, gnashing my teeth.

Desmond glanced at the arm he was

holding. He lessened his hold on me before he checked it. He hissed when he saw that there was a red mark on it. His expression softened as he started caressing the part where it left a mark.

"My apologies," he said softly.

I seized back my arm when there was a sensation crawling through my skin. "Don't apologize if you will hurt me later." I sneered.

Desmond fell silent. I distanced myself when I noticed a few nobles were looking on our way. I didn't want other people to think of any malicious ideas so I had to distance myself.

"Shouldn't we go inside and continue your business why did you come here?" I asked, not wanting to waste my time here standing up and staying silent along with Desmond.

Desmond must have realized what I said. "Follow me." His tone changed into a bitter cold one.

I only nodded as a response and followed him inside this establishment. I went inside and almost felt that I was out of place if I did not notice the people here wearing luxurious dresses and clothes.

"Greetings, Marquis Verlice." There was a woman wearing a uniform that looked like it belonged to the workers here in this establishment. "We have prepared your demands," she said politely and bowed her head before him.

"Good." He nodded and glanced at me. He gestured his head that I should follow him.

I twitched my lips to the corner. Even if he wasn't saying anything, I would follow him since I didn't know anyone here. Until now, I was still questioning why I needed to be here.

We followed the receptionist to a private room. My eyes widened upon seeing food dishes served on the long table. Each dish was served on a small

platter.

"These are what is on our menu, my lord," the lady said. "You may try each of them and tell us what dishes you want us to prepare on that certain day."

I creased my forehead. Certain day? What certain day?

"Here." I snapped back when Desmond approached me and bestowed me a saucer plate.

"Um... What must I do?" I asked, looking up at him.

Desmond glanced at the dishes before he returned his gaze to me. "Food tasting."