Chapter 5: The After Dinner (Part 2)
"This pastry is delicious, who made it?"
Raiel looked up at me, his mother staring at him for answer. She gathered as much and looked at me, nodding gratefully as she took another bite of the pastry. The dinner had been successful, you could see Raiel attempting to maintain a facade of marital bliss. We were now in the study, his mother and father sitting on one couch together with coffee and the pastries. I sat down at my husband's side, slowly sipping at my coffee. I knew that there was a question in the air, and every part of me dreaded what would be the answer.
My mind drifted back to the vision in the fountain, what the amethyst necklace had provided. They were speaking, but their words seemed distant. I looked down into my cup, not swirling the liquid for etiquette's sake. This seemed like a world away from a world. It was disconcerting but I didn't mind it too much. It was a little more comfortable without their eyes on me.
I was taken back to reality when my husband put his hand on my thigh. I looked up and saw his mother and father smiling. Raiel didn't even look at me but was staring at his father. His smile seemed forced, unnaturally wide. His hands gripped my thigh tighter. I didn't move, I looked into the room distantly trying to ignore the touch and its possessiveness.
"Yes, father, we're just waiting for his heat..."
My hand tightened around the cup. It didn't escape the sight of his mother and she set down her own cup which was empty. She turned to whisper in her husband's ear and he nodded. She stood up and walked towards me, holding out her hand.
"Let us leave the men to their talk," she whispered quietly. There was an edge to her voice that said that denying her was not an option so I took her hand and left with her. By men, she obviously meant the alphas. I don't know how to feel about it at times. As we left, her demeanor changed.
It seemed softer, but also knowing. She pulled me aside from the door and spoke quietly to me.
"Is it as bad as we think?"
"Pardon, Mistress?"
"Stop with the mistress, I'm just a friend now. Has he done anything?"
My memory drifted back to his confession, and she seemed to pick up on it. She didn't say anything but simply squeezed my hand in response. We continued walking down the hallway. The silence echoed in my ears and it seemed as though we were both looking at some distant timeline.
"There's going to be a dinner party later in the week. I hope to see you there, hopefully in better conditions."
With that, the silence fell back over us, but was broken by the sound of our husbands leaving the room behind us with a knowing smile to us. For some reason, the air was thicker than usual and it didn't bode well for any of us. These airs seemed to beckon change, good or bad.
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