Hiding the Alpha's Heir (Desmond and Seraphina)

Chapter 22: Out of the Blue (part 2)

"Huh?" I arched my eyebrow. "For what occasion?" I asked and followed him when he started to try one of the food dishes.

"Do you have any idea what occasion it would be?" Desmond asked.

I took a bite of the buttered shrimp as I thought about what he said. If I would base my experience of being married and being the Luna of his pack for five years, I couldn't remember having a certain occasion that should have happened for the next couple of months.

"I have no..." I paused as my heart leaped out of my ribcage when I caught Desmond staring at me. "What?" I gulped. Why was he looking at me like that?

I held my breath when he settled beside me and whispered, "Everything changed since you left, Seraphina. Halt thinking that the things you knew back then when you were my Luna are still the same as of right now."

I stiffened and suddenly felt embarrassed. I lowered my gaze so I couldn't see him. I held the fork tightly, wanting to leave this place immediately. I wanted to get buried six feet below the grounds all of a sudden.

I knew I wasn't supposed to think about the matters I did when I was Desmond's Luna but he asked me. I had no plans to tell him and just wanted to guess it to myself.

I gasped and straightened my back when I felt his lips at my nape. I turned my head at Desmond who was smiling sheepishly.

"What-" I touched my nape as I felt shivers down my spine.

"Continue tasting," he said and distanced himself from me.

I was rendered speechless while I still felt his kiss on my nape. I looked at the lady who guided us here. She was not looking at me but I was certain that I saw her looking in our direction earlier.

I inhaled and exhaled slowly to calm my nerves. I must not let his sensual actions affect my whole being. Desmond was just a pervert ever since. He had been like this before.

I finished tasting the dishes. I felt like I was already full and didn't want to eat anymore. But while I was tasting them, it reminded me about Sander. He would be thrilled if he got to taste all of these food dishes he hadn't tasted yet.

"What are you smiling about?"

I turned at Desmond who was arching his eyebrow. "Nothing," I stated, shaking my head.

"You smiled like someone is making you happy already."

I looked at him in disbelief. What was this bitterness he had on his tone right now? "So, what if it is? It is not like you have to dwell on who is making me happy," I retorted.

"I bet it is another man." He scoffed.

I smirked. "You got it right, my lord." With the words I said, there was an unpleasant expression he had on his face. I secretly scoffed. "Are you displeased by what I said?" He didn't answer. "I bet you are thinking that I ama dirty woman again." I could feel my blood boiling right now.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Did he really think that I would ever just forget how he insulted me earlier? If he wanted to keep on insulting me, then I might as well annoy him more.

To avoid a dispute with him again, I excused myself to go to the lavatory.

As soon as I got there, I heaved out a relieved sigh. This splic feeling was starting to eat me. Ever since he insulted me earlier, I couldn't help but this shallow feeling kept eating me. Desmond really knew how to make me feel worthless.

He thought of me as a worthless person just because of my past.

Shaking my head, I looked at the mirror as I stared at myself. I must not let someone define me because of my past. I had changed. I became a better version of myself because of Sander.

Even if I was hurt by Desmond's words, I must let it pass. Desmond did not know me these years had passed. We barely knew each other's lives so who was he to judge me just because he took me so many times?

"Jerk..." I mumbled under my breath before I decided to leave. I opened the door and gasped seeing Desmond blocking my way. "What... are you doing here?" I asked, nervous.

His lips curled up into an enigmatic smile. I immediately stepped back upon seeing the kind of smile he was showing. That kind of smile would bring disaster to me.

"Desmond..." My heart was pounding so fast when he entered and locked the door. I gripped my skirt when he marched in my direction. "S-Stay away or I will shout for help," I said in a low tone, threatening him not to do anything here.

"Oh? As if you can even shout for help." He grinned.

At that moment, I felt trapped. I

evaded him and was about to reach the doorknob when in one swift motion, my back was already leaning to the wall just beside the door opened my mouth to scream for help but he was quick to cover it with his hand.

Grinning, Desmond drew closer as his other hand was busy lifting up my skirt. I gasped when he reached the apex of my thighs which made me shiver down my spine.

"Do not be troubled, Seraphina. We will do it... quietly," he said, smiling grimly.