Chapter 23
Carol’s <b>POV</b>
I blink. It takes me a moment to realize that the elderly woman is speaking to me. Remembering my manners, I dip my head to her respectfully and offer a polite smile.
“Pardon my manners,” I <b>say</b>. “My name is Carol Miller. I’m here as Aiden’s guest. It’s an honor to meet you, <b>ma’am</b>.”
Despite my attempt at grace, Morgan narrows her eyes at me. “But you’re not a werewolf?” She asks. The question seems sudden. I reason that as a human, she is also unable to identify werewolves as <b>easily </b><b>as </b>they identify each other.
“No, <b>ma’am</b>,” I confirm. She gives me a long look. I find <b>my </b>skin prickling <b>under </b>her gaze. I’m about to <b>mouth </b>to try and ease <b>the </b>intense silence when Morgan turns on her heel and walks away.
<b>open </b>my
Mr. Cruz shoots me a disgruntled look before turning <b>and </b>attempting to follow Morgan. Aiden wraps an <b>arm </b>around me, watching the both of them walk away.
“That was on.” Aidenments. “The Laveau family could be quite mysterious.” Despite Aiden’s words, I somehow feel that Morgan makes more sense than anything else I’ve faced so <b>far</b>.
The party <b>continues </b>without anotherrge disruption. Aiden and I continue to mingle. Strangely, the altercation with Aiden’s father seems to have broken the ice. Although I am still on the receiving end of many appraising looks, I feel slightly less like a stray animal <b>that </b>wandered into the party.
Oliver meets back up with us again. His attitude is no less supportive than it was before one of the traits of betas, I assume. He insists on introducing me personally to almost everyone in the room. He and I end up getting along quite well. Half of the time, the three of us make our way around the party with Olivertched onto my arm and Aiden chasing after us. Slowly. I feel myself be at <b>ease </b><b>again</b>.
Aiden, Oliver, and I take a break from socializing to sit in one of the conversation pits toward the edge of the party. I’ve had enough champagne at this point that everything makes me giggle and the world seems electric. Oliver has been insisting on keeping my drink topped <b>off</b>, and this moment is no exception.
“Carol! What a tragedy!” He mock–<b>gasps</b>. “You’ve run out of champagne. Too bad Aiden isn’t enough of a gentleman to get you another ss.” Aiden rolls his eyes and shoves Oliver’s shoulder yfully.
“I’ve had enough of you stealing my thunder,” Aiden says, pretending to put on a stern face, I can tell that he’s a little tipsy, too<b>.</b>
“It’s not Oliver’s fault that you’ve been cking. I <b>tease</b>. Aidenughs.
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to beat him to it, Aiden <b>announces</b>. In a surprising burst of speed, he slips out of his chair and <b>makes </b>a beeline for the bar.
Oliver jumps to his feet with a grin. “Not if I get there first!” He announces. He breaks into a jog to follow after Aiden. Soon enough, the two face one another through the party. Both settle into a brisk walk as they attempt not to disrupt the other guests while stillpeting with each other. I sigh and watch them fondly, rxing into my chair.
“<b>Enjoying </b>the <b>party</b>?”
I almost jump <b>out </b>of my seat. Somehow, Morgan <b>had </b>slipped into the conversation pit without me even noticing and taken <b>a </b>seat. I manage a smile.
“Pardon me, <b>ma’am</b>, I didn’t hear <b>you </b><b>approach</b>,” I say.
“You have <b>no </b>need to apologize – although I’m sure these werewolves would tell you otherwise<b>.</b>”
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ordinary human here.” I
I try to hide my surprise at her boldness. “Well, I am <b>in </b>a strange position, being the confess. I try to keep my words diplomatic, although I get the feeling I shouldn’t lie to her.
Morgan levels me with another strangely intense look. “Ordinary human, hm?” She echoes. “So, your parents are both humans?”
“Yes,” I confirm. “Dreadfully boring. I’m afraid.”
Despite my insistence, Morgan continues to eye me cautiously. I feel <b>a </b>wave of difort wash over me as she studies me.
Aiden’s POV
I make my way back to the conversation pit with a triumphant smile. I managed to goad Oliver into <b>giving </b>Carol and I <b>some </b>alone time. I picked her up another flute of champagne, as well as a te full of the snacks that I noticed she <b>had </b>liked. I’m approaching my previous seat when I realized that it’s been taken.
My defenses immediately raise. It only takes a second to realize that the neer is Morgan Laveau, the woman. from before. I hesitate <b>for </b>a moment, and in doing so, overhear <b>a </b>short exchange of words,
“And the rest of your family? All ordinary, too?” Morgan interrogates.
“As far as I know, yes. I think I would have noticed if they weren’t,” Carol responds. I can hear a note of difort in her sweet voice. Without thinking, I step up beside Carol’s chair.
“Darling. I brought some food for you. Would you like to find somewhere to sit and enjoy it?” Carol turns toward me with a grateful look on her face that warms my heart.
Of course, Aiden. Thank you,” she responds. She gets to her feet and smooths her dress out. “If you’ll excuse me, ma’am,” she says courteously before taking my arm and following me.
“Thank you,” Carol whispers as we walk away. “Where are we going?”
I nce around the room. Everywhere I look, there’s another crowd of some elitist werewolves congratting themselves on being rich. <b>I </b>suddenly feel like I need some time away from it all with Carol.
“My room,” I say, Carol almost trips over her own feet, but quickly catches herself. Cute, I think.
“Your room? Your childhood <b>bedroom</b><b>?</b>” She <b>asks</b>. I simply smile at her and pull her up the <b>stairs</b>.
As we move away from the crowd, my mind can’t help but wander. Morgan clearly has doubts about Carol’s identity – maybe not in the way that my father does, but in a different way.
It’s true that Carol doesn’t seem like <b>a </b>normal human. For one, she’s my <b>fated </b>mate- a fact I am reminded of as I inhale her sweet scent. Tonight <b>was </b><b>strange</b>, <b>too</b>. My mother spoke up for Carol so suddenly. Afterward, even she seemed confused about what she had done.
There <b>is </b><b>something </b>different <b>about </b>Carol. That, I’m almost certain. Still, she has no reason to lie to me<b>, </b>so I won’t
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I lead Carol into my childhood bedroom. I set the <b>champagne </b><b>and </b><b>snacks </b>on the bedside table. When I look up, is looking <b>around </b>the room in awe. The side of my mouth pulls up into a smirk and I lean <b>against </b><b>the </b>wall
Carol
“Enjoying yourself?” I tease. The room is nice, although it’s a bit shier than what I like now. The ceilings are high <b>and </b>the room is decked out with sleek, modern decorations. Carol seems <b>surprised </b>by the sight.
“It’s so… Decorated,” she marvels. I snort with amusement.
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“What, you <b>think </b>my new ce isn’t decorated?”
<b>“</b>Well it’s more decorated. Your <b>tastes </b>have be much more <b>minimalist</b>,” she remarks. I smile.
“Alright, you can turn the realtor part of your brain off.” My eyes trail down Carol’s body suggestively. “Why don’t you
<b>take </b>off your heels?”