Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

Alex frantically went after this strange presence, which he perceived to be an intruder, but could not find what he hoped to see. He got outside the pack and stopped, looking around the territory. He was worried about it all, because it felt like the same presence he had felt when he saw someone in the woods the day he was addressing his people about the blood moon.

Exhaling deeply, he walked back into the pack house and saw that everyone was already merry to the fullest. He was about to walk over to the counter to pour himself a glass of bourbon when Mia walked up to him. "Are you okay?" She asked him, and he stared aloofly at her, pretending not to see her.

To him, she was an obstruction, standing in the way of him and his glass of bourbon.

Mia was about to speak further when Riel pulled her away for a dance. "Riel!" Mia exclaimed, laughing at the way she was pulled away from Alex.

"I wanted to have a dance with you before your husband steals you away for good," Riel said, grinning sheepishly, and Mia chortled. "My, my, he's more than they have described him." "He's so handsome," Riel praised as she danced around with Mia. "You're so lucky to have him, Mia," she added with a charming sigh.

Mia smiled as she looked over at where Alex had been standing, but he was no longer there. Her smile was lacking enthusiasm as she danced with Riel; so many thoughts were going through her head.

"Come on, let the bride dance with her father," Jayden said, interrupting Riel and Mia.

"Oh, father," Mia smiled as she moved away from Riel and held her father's hands as they swayed to the tempo of the music.

"You look so beautiful," Jayden said, smiling broadly as he danced with his daughter. "The moon goddess has sure blessed me with an exquisitely lovely daughter," he added charmingly.

Mia laughed. "Oh, father. Is it fair to flatter your daughter in this manner? "You're making me blush so hard," she replied to his appraisals.

Jayden chuckled. "Believe me, princess. "You know your father always says the truth," he said.

Mia nodded. "I know you do," she replied with a smile.

"Are you happy, my dear?" Jayden asked.

Mia chortled and nodded. "You should not be asking that, father." "I'm always happy with anything, and you know that," she answered, and he nodded.

He knew she would never complain. Her heart was too pure even for this world. Lauren came and took her away from him, having a chance to dance with her daughter too. She had tears in her eyes as she realized she would not get to see her daughter in a while, and Mia had comforted her, assuring her that she would come see her whenever she got the chance.

With the merriment and joyful celebration coming to an end, Mia did not catch sight of Alex anywhere. It was like he slipped into the darkness, but, unknown to her, he had been at the counter before, sipping from his glass of bourbon, watching her dance with her family, and impatiently waiting for the gathering to disperse so that silence and sanity could return to the pack house, and his wish was granted.

•

The Diamond Shadow pack returned back to their territory as soon as the celebrations were over, and the Crystal Moon pack members retired back to their homes for the night.

The moon was still high up in the sky when Mia was shown a room. a room different from Alex's, just as he has instructed.

Without making a fuss over why she was given a separate room from Alex, she walked into the all-pink room. She almost gagged. Who told them that all girls liked pink? She wondered.

"Luna, dinner will be ready downstairs in five minutes," the omega who brought her in, Mera, said to her.

"Okay," Mia replied with a small smile, and she watched as Mera left. Mia looked around the room, noticing the dark purplish-pink hue on the wall and the pink and white checkered lampstand on the chest drawer beside the bed.

The upholstered four-poster bed also had a strawberry pink fabric canopy with inlaid painting and luxurious silk fabric strawberry pink draping curtains around it to enclose the bed when desired. The bedstand itself was a deep watermelon pink. Only the pillows and blankets on the bed were white.

The couch, a few feet away from the bed, was of a dark blue with gold embroidery, and the cushion pillows were of Indian red with gold embroidery.

The carpet rug in the room was strawberry pink, and the ceramic glass table was cardinal red. Only the ceiling was goldenrod, with a single-piece chandelier hanging over it. "Why isn't it blue?" Mia sighed as she placed her hand on the frame of the bed.

•

After a night bath and pulling her hair into a rough bun, Mia walked down the stairs for dinner and saw Alex already seated, eating his dinner silently.

Mia put on her best smile and walked towards the dining table. She got seated opposite him, and he did not lift his eyes once to spare her a glance.

"It was quite an evening, don't you think?" Mia asked, trying to strike up a conversation between them, but Alex said not a word. "I did not get to meet your father and mother at the wedding. Perhaps they traveled?" She asked again as she started eating, and still, Alex did not reply.

He had wanted to give her a stinging reply but decided to maintain his cool facade, determined not to respond to this chatterbox in front of him.

Mia stared at him, wondering what she could say that would make him talk to her. Perhaps he was still angry at her for leaving her pack to come check him out that night, so she thought. "About that night, in which I ridiculously crashed into your pool, my sincere apologies I'm deeply sorry for coming to see what you looked like before getting married to you. "It was uncultured of me, and I hope you forgive my manners," she apologized to him, hoping he would say something to her.

Alex looked at her with stoicism and then continued eating his meal. He was trying his best not to get riled up.

Mia picked up a glass of water and drank out of it, not just to wash down her food but also her nervousness. "Alex, will you say something to me?" She asked him. "Anything at all?" She added, staring at him, but still, he did not look at her again. She was oblivious to the hint that he didn't want to talk to her.

"I'm sorry," she pleaded again, but he ignored her.

"I know I was wrong, and I'm truly sorry." I..." She began to plead again when he got up abruptly and walked away, out of the house, to avoid him getting angry from her constant blabbering and pleas.

Mia was shocked at his sudden temper, which he did not showcase. She sighed as she propped her elbow on the table and placed her hand under her chin.