Trinity the last White Witch - Chapter 96

[Lyander’s POV]

All the pacts gathered in the large coliseum for the feast when night came. It was the only place that could fit so many packs of werewolves.

The twin moons glowed brightly, and I hope the soft and gentle breeze could dissipate the heat between this many male wolves who were hot-blooded for about.

The air was cold and clean, and the atmosphere was festive. There were all sorts of food on the large table, and the eye-catching roasted boars were the highlight of the night. Its crunchy skin tasted divine, and its soft juicy meat was made delicious by different spices and herbs.

It was indeed a delicacy loved by many.

There were also a lot of bar counters set up not far from the table where we could enjoy a hefty amount of drinks and forget about the impending war even for just a night.

I stayed close to Colm and avoided Reynar and his group when Ernst mingled with the other pacts. I didn’t want to take my chances of being in close range with him, even for just a minute.

Colm and I sat at least a safe distance from the others. I kind of expected this outcome, so I was glad that he came with me.

Maybe he also needed a different setting. A change of environment to forget his troubles. He wouldn’t find it here, that was for sure, but I was happy that he came with me nevertheless.

Colm handed me a beer, and I chugged it down in one gulp. Maybe a couple of these, and I would call it a night. But I didn’t want to take my eyes away from Ernst even for just a minute. Who knew what might happen in this congregation.

Though most of us came from a small pack, and the bigger pacts didn’t put us in their eyes, the sight of many Alphas and betas was a perfect setting for an unexpected attack.

My gaze wondered at the representatives of the Black Moon packs. They were just three of them. Tall, dark-skinned, and rippling with muscles. Their eyes were also obsidian black, and their big frame could topple a small pact with their sheer strength alone.

They were warriors, bred to fight and hunt. The desert climate in the south tapered them into deadly beasts and lethal predators.

While their counterpart, the White Moon in the north, didn’t lose to them in terms of strength. Born and hardened in the harsh conditions of cold and snow, they were considered the strongest pact in GrimHeart.

It was even rumored that Loki, the founding werewolf came from the White Moon pact.

“Nothing’s changed, huh,” Colm said, drawing my attention to him. The corner of his lips rose in a suggestive smirk. “The females still stare at you with burning desire. I can even smell their arousal all the way from here. While the men stared at you like they wanted to rip you apart.”

He then drank a whole bottle of booze and wiped away the liquid on his lips. “In the past, I used to envy you for stealing all the ladies affection left and right but now . . .”

He shook his head, faked pity in his voice, and patted my shoulder. “I’m just glad that I’m not you.”

That put a frown on my face. “Well, I didn’t ask to be like this either.”

“I kinda’ wonder though,” Colm ignored my deadpan voice. “There are plenty of men in here that are handsome and cute, like me, but somehow . . .”

He looked at me in a strange way. “The ladies are just attracted to you like all the other males are air in their eyes. Is it your wolf?”

I slapped away his hand and shook my head. “That’s not important.”

“Of course it is! It’s the secret to attracting ladies! Of course, it is important!”

I wanted to smack his head, but I saw Xana approaching our way at the corner of my eyes. Her frame was beautiful in the night and her alluring physique attracted eyes her way. She was indeed a beauty.

A beauty that I didn’t want anything to do with.

“Ah oh, trouble,” muttered Colm with a dopey grin on his face.

“Hello Lyander,” greeted Xana with a sweet smile enough to attract bees. She skewed her hips to the side. Her cleavage jiggled as she did. “Mind if I join you?”

Colm cleared his throat in a weak attempt to hide his snicker. He was clearly enjoying my predicament.

I wanted to say no. I didn’t have the time or mood to entertain anyone right now. But if I didn’t show her respect, it might cause a rift between our pact and hers.

Agh . . . how bothersome.

What to do?

For starters, I nodded at her and embraced myself for the talk and occasional ‘accidental’ touchings to come. My wolf was snarling already at the thought.

Xana beamed, and she looked at Colm. “Mind if you scoot over?”

I was sitting on the edge, and the only way for her to sit beside me was if Colm moved to the side, which I hope he wouldn’t.

However, my ever so loyal comrade in arms raised his arms and scooted to the side to give space to Xana.

The woman sat beside me and leaned closer. I pretended that I didn’t smell her arousal and the enticing perfume she wore.

I breathed through my mouth since any artificial scent caused me to sneeze.

“I heard about your wolf,” she started, eyes twinkling when I briefly shot her a look. “Everyone said that it’s different. I wanted to see him sometime if you don’t mind? Perhaps . . . after the feast?”

Her voice was enticing, and she made every effort to show me her cleavage in a suggestive portrayal to mate.

However, I was not interested, and my wolf was already showing his butt.

How should I answer her? If she wasn’t the next Alpha of the Dessert Rose Pact, I didn’t have to fear about being blunt. But . . . my eyes shot to Ernst, who was happily chatting with Ana.

At least . . . I had to be civilized.

I looked Xana in the eyes and said with a serious voice. “If you wanted me for my sperm, then I suggest that you look somewhere else. I’m not interested.”

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A/N

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