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Third Person POV
Draven chewed his food as peacefully as he could, trying to ignore Hazel's eyes as she glared daggers out of him. He wasn't even sure how to confront the situation.
He hadn't anticipated something like this ever happening, but it had no affect on his plans, so he didn't feel the need to intervene. "Do you have a problem with that uncle?" Adrian asked calmly.
Draven took a sip of his glass of water and began regretting why he had decided to sit and eat with the others. Another reason why he preferred solitude. Situations like this never arise when you're by yourself, he thought to himself.
"How long is she staying?" Draven asked; he hoped he would hear something unreanephew able and use that as a reanephew to decline the offer.
"Till I'm healed enough to be the way I was," Adrian replied. Draven cursed inwardly; there was no reanephew why he should refuse his nephew this, especially after he had taken his ex-fiance to be his own wife.
There was nothing else he could do; his hands were tied, but would Hazel understand? He didn't dare look at her.
"Of course, she's welcome to stay till you've gotten healed of your injuries; after that, she may leave," Draven said in a way that made it seem she wasn't welcomed here but only allowed based on a request.
He hoped they had gotten that part, but unfortunately none of them did. Suddenly he heard the scraping of metal on ceramic; it was Hazel.
He looked at her with surprise as she scrubbed the metal cutlery against the plate; she had gotten his attention, and now she looked beyond furious.
"Is something the matter, dear sister?" Thalia asked as though she was bothered by what was happening. Hazel ignored Thalia and kept her eyes on Draven, never taking her eyes on him even for a minute.
She made loud noises while she attempted to eat her food; suddenly she dropped the knives and fork into the platter and stood up. "Excuse me, I need to use the toilet," she said.
Draven couldn't even call her back, more like he didn't want to call her back; he didn't see the need either. Now it was just Draven, Adrian, and Thalia seated at the table.
Draven hurriedly ate his food as fast as he possibly could. The food was delicious, and he hated rushing food such as this, but he couldn't stand the uncomfortable tension in the room.
This only made him understand just how cautious he had to be around Thalia; with just her presence alone, she had managed so much discord into the peace that had existed before her arrival, manipulating Adrian.
And even he wasn't aware of her intentions, but it was all clear to Draven. He was almost impressed; if not that he wasn't favourable towards her, she did the exact same thing he would have done if he were in her case.
To keep an eye on Hazel and at the same time win Adrian completely over from Hazel. The more irritated Hazel became about Thalia being here, the more she would use that to her advantage.
But Hazel was too blinded by her rage for her to see it; she was being played at her own game of revenge. Draven chuckled slightly as he shook his head.
As he has predicted, Hazel never came back down to the dinner table; most likely she had gone to her room in a rage; hopefully she wouldn't hurt her or break anything.
Draven considered going to check on her, but then he decided against it; he didn't have the strength to confront her without a reanephew able excuse to her.
After eating the last morsel of food, Draven drank three cups of water to set the food in. Adrian looked quite surprised at the amount of food he could eat; he wasn't surprised; no one really knew much about him.
He liked to keep things that way, and he decided not to have something as useless as a family dinner again if the opportunity ever arose. Thalia stood up abruptly and excused herself briefly. I felt even more relieved after she left.
"Thank you, uncle," Adrian said, smiling, "for accepting my offer with Thalia." Draven looked at his nephew for a moment, wondering if Adrian knew what she was doing and playing along or if he was really ignorant of all her schemes.
"Who's idea was it?" Draven asked abruptly, and Adrian hesitated for a bit. That gave Draven the answer he needed to know.
"I don't understand," Adrian said, feigning ignorance. Draven sighed inwardly; he didn't like that he had to do this with a fellow man.
"Don't make me repeat myself, Adrian," his cold voice carried the authority of an Alpha. Adrian shrank just a little bit as he realised his uncle meant business.
"She just suggested it, but I thought about it and thought it would be a good idea," he was confused by that statement. Draven knew it was Thalia's idea, but she made him think it was his.
Poor fool Draven thought pitifully. "And did you think about how that was going to affect Hazel, considering your past?" Draven asked once again, and Adrian slowly shook his head.
"I thought she hated me and wanted nothing to do with me." He asked genuinely, like he didn't know what his words had implied to her. Draven rubbed the folds on his forehead in frustration.
"You know nothing about women, Adrian," Draven said before he noticed Thalia slowly coming back to the table. His nephew still looked confused about what he had said.
"I don't understand; what do you mean?" Adrian asked. "And that's the other problem, nephew , so much to learn," Draven said under his breath as he stood up.
"We'll discuss about this later," he said a bit louder than intended. The reason he did so was simple: to make Adrian realise that it was a personal matter he couldn't discuss with Thalia; if he was gullible enough, he would still tell her.
"Damn it all," Draven cursed. He was tired and stressed. He moved towards the stairs, climbing his way to his room. As he approached his room, he saw that his door was slightly opened; he knew who it had to be.
Draven rolled his eyes in frustration as he sighed deeply. He opened the door slightly and walked in. Sitting on the chair close to the mirror was Hazel; she looked quite stunning in her sleeping garments.
Her skin tone lighter than usual, her cheeks more fuller, and her busts were robust, but her face was not happy. "You," she said simply as she stood up, pointing at him.
Draven shut the door behind him; he knew he wasn't sure about what was going to happen. The thing about angry women was that they were very unpredictable, just like Adrian's mother.
Draven smiled at himself, unknown to him. "And it's funny? You're smiling at everything that's happened today since Thalia came," she said angrily, walking up to him.
"Calm down, Hazel; what could I have done?" Draven tried to reason with her; he preferred being engaged in combat and fighting for his dear life than arguing with a woman; they became so fearless it was almost alarming.
"Send her away," she said. "That's what you should have done, Draven." She glared at him, looking at him directly in his eyes.
Draven found this rather amusing; he hadn't known she was capable of doing something so out of pocket; he also realised that she called him by his name so brazenly.
"We had an agreement; you would help me get my revenge, not invite my worst enemy to live under the same roof as me," she cursed out loud. She paced around the room as if unsure of what she should do.
Draven simply watched her move about, enjoying her frustration and having other fantasies. "Can't you say anything to them? Make up and excuse it something," she said frustrated.
"I can't live in the same house with her; I just can't," she said with finality as she came closer to Draven.
"You should think of something; you're the Alpha; you're the one with most power," she said as she poked his chest without fear. She wasn't the same meek, weak girl he had met earlier.
She was more brazen and audacious; he liked it and wanted more of it. Without meaning too, he held her by the wrist and pinned her against the wall close to his mirror.
He looked deeply into her eyes and still saw that stubborn nature there; she refused to be controlled as she tried pushing him against the wall, but Draven wouldn't budge.
"Firstly, Adrian is the beta of the pack and can bring in any woman as he wishes; I have no control over the woman my nephew chooses, and neither do you." He said in a deep tone; his hands slowly reached her shoulders and pulled down her sleeve from her shoulders.
"Secondly, you've shown me a part of you that I quite like," he said as he bent down to match her face. He lifted her chin up and gently locked his lips with hers.
He kissed her slowly and gently as his second hand moved to take off the other sleeve on her shoulder.