Chapter 910 Meeting An Old Friend


    Crystal''s POV:


    I still had an hour left before the banquetmenced. But the time I had left diminished after


    wasting some; my thoughts drifted far during the tour with the guard.


    I had never been away for too long before. I began to wonder what the kids were doing right now.


    Would they eventually find out that I was not there? Would they misbehave when they did find out I


    was not around? But in fact, I hadn''t received any call from the pack, reporting how the kids were.


    With the absence of the calls, I thought it safe to assume the children were doing just fine and there


    was simply nothing to report.


    I missed the kids so much that I wanted to go back to my room, lock myself there and have a video


    call with the kids before the banquet. It was decided; I spoke out of turn, interrupting the guard.


    "Ben, I''m tired. I want to rest first before engaging with the other guests, so I don''t think I want to


    visit the rest of the pce. You can ask a servant to usher me to the banquetter."


    The guard studied me for a moment before nodding and leaving me be.


    I stood still for another minute before picking my feet and heading towards my room to unpack my


    luggage. It was a long journey and I was tired, but I had to keep myself busy before the party. I was


    rummaging through my clothes when I caught sight of the perfume in my bag. It brought flooding


    memories through me, earning my forehead a p to shake it off.


    Shit! Rufus and I were still mates. Just having our presence near each other''s premises would have


    us smelling each other''s unique scent. That would be a huge problem! How could I forget this?


    I was fortunate enough that I didn''te across Rufus during our pce tour, or my every attempt


    at hiding these past few years would have been for nothing.


    My heart was racing—not in excitement, but in fear. I was all over the ce for a moment that I


    hurriedly covered my real scent using witchcraft. Not content with the magic I used, I spritzed


    perfume all over me like crazy. It was better safe than regrettingter.


    By the time I was pleased that I no longer smelled like my usual self, a knock came reverberating


    from the door. I opened it to see a slightly bowing servant who was sent to inform me that it was


    almost time for the banquet.


    In the end, I couldn''t chat with my children. The thought of them made me sad, but I knew that the


    sooner my business here got dealt with, the sooner I would get back to my babies. I prepped myself


    before going to the banquet hall with the servant.


    Warren was the first person I had crossed paths with upon reaching the hall. I studied his


    expression for any subtle change. Perhaps it was the magic coupled with the perfume I drenched


    myself in that Warren hadn''t sensed anything wrong. He was, after all, typically sensitive.


    He didn''t recognize me. I swept a quick nce at him from up his hair down to his shoes: his


    appearance didn''t change much, but he looked more mature, moreposed, and reserved. Even


    though he was just standing there, I could judge how he was qualified to be an Alpha.


    I was met with changes even as I strolled down the hallway on my way to the banquet hall. Now


    that I saw Warren, I was pped with the fact that over the years, everything had changed. Back


    then, Warren and I wererades in arms whopeted with each other at the military parade.


    Time sure didn''t take its time flying because right now, so had our identities changed. Either of us


    back then would have entertained the idea that we would be attending the military parade as Alpha


    only in our wildest dreams.


    I didn''t want to be recognized. As much as possible, I wanted to avoid meeting him, but I didn''t


    expect that Ben, who happened to lead a werewolf into the banquet hall, saw me first the moment


    he swept his eyes across the crowd. He approached me, perhaps, to introduce me to the other


    Alphas.


    Before I could even manage to lift a finger to stop him, the guard greeted Warren warmly, attracting


    thetter''s attention.


    My head was about to explode. I suddenly felt the regret of asking his name sink in my gut. It slowly


    urred to me how he must have thought that I valued him, and now he was trying his best to


    impress me further.


    Warren gave me a quick side nce before treading towards where I was, each step growing colder


    as he neared me. He slightly bobbed his head to greet me, reaching his hand and saying, "Hello.


    I''m Warren Morgan, Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack."


    I was afraid that Warren would recognize my voice, so I deliberately lowered my voice before


    epting his hand for a shake. "Crystal Quinn, Alpha of the Red Maple Pack."


    I didn''t feel the need to linger our contact much longer, so I let go of his hand.


    Warren was taken aback, but soon he asked in surprise, "Your surname is also Quinn. Are you


    somehow rted to ourte Alpha, Leonard Quinn?"


    I was stunned for a moment, but then came to my senses. "I''m the daughter of a distant rtive of


    his. I didn''t grow up in your pack, so I doubt you have seen me before."


    Warren''s eyes significantly softened when he heard that I was somewhat rted to Leonard. "I see.


    I''ve heard that you''re very powerful. In just a few years, you managed to pacify a chaotic pack in an


    orderly manner. I''ve long been looking forward to meeting you, and now, here we are."


    "You tter me." I intended to be asconic as I could be for tonight''s celebration.


    Warren was rendered speechless by how aloof I appeared. I knew he was boiling in anger. After all,


    Warren was reputed to never take the initiative to talk to others. He came to talk to me this time


    probably because most of the oil in the Silver Moon Pack was imported from the Red Maple Pack.


    Since we used to be friends, the price I charged for the Silver Moon Pack was much lower than that


    of other packs. Perhaps that, too, was why Warren wanted to make friends with me. That much


    must have earned his presence before me right now.


    But I could see from the shock in his eyes that he didn''t expect me to shrug him off that easily.


    I coughed awkwardly and didn''t know what to say. Then I just decided to not borate myself


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