chapter 025

Abigail had seen men like Daven. It wasn't strange. 

In fact, wasn't all men like that to hybrids? Most of them looked at them like an abomination, and the few who spoke to them, all made it seem like they were something important.

She took out her card at the payment terminal. A hybrid stood there, looking at her with enough disgust. She had definitely seen a lot of hybrids walk into the masks, living the life she couldn't just because she wasn't pretty enough to dare. And this one even wore her hair down in curls.

“Five hundred dollars,” she said.

Abigail stretched her card. As the lady swiped it, her head told her age could have used that money for something else.

But going out on a solo date was good, wasn't it?

She had never done that before. 

She stepped out of the mall, a new owner of a five hundred dollar gown clutched to her body like a second skin.

As she stood out, waiting for her can who was supposed to arrive in less than a minute, Daven sat in his father's car watching her. From the moment she stepped out of the mall in the evening gown, she had stolen his breath. 

Abigail was carelessly beautiful. 

And he was determined to have her that night even more.

He contemplated going to offer her a ride. But he knew girls like Abigail. He had dated quite a handful of them abroad. Fierce, beautiful, and witty. 

Her cab arrived and she got in. The moment the driver smelled her wolf, his fake respect vanished. She was a hybrid like him and couldn't save him from his wretched state. 

Abigail, unaware of the driver's thoughts, leaned against the door, ears plucked, and listening to her favourite library of songs. Like Crescent mall, 247 was a restaurant attended by the hybrids who could afford it. Some pure wolves graced it occasionally. But it was always with the sole aim of causing trouble. 

She arrived at her destination and stepped out. 

Tonight, she was going to have some fun. 

When Daven saw her stop at 247, he was disappointed. For someone so audacious, he had thought she was going to one of the five star restaurants meant for pure wolves. He killed his car engine and stepped out. 

Of course, they could tell that he was a pure wolves. Most of them kept their distance. Even if he had been away for four years, they knew he was Alpha Makael’s son. Some of them, however, tried to start a fight. But a growl was enough to remind them that he could shift at any time and consequences never fell on the pure wolves. 

He swaggered in like he owned the place, scanning around for the lady in a blue evening dress. He found her seated in a corner, head buried in her phone. 

No date.

Or was he late?

Five minutes was all he gave Liam. A gentleman never keeps his lady waiting. 

He waltz up to a table where a lady and her date sat. Leaning against the table, he declared. 

“I need this table.”

The couple, sensing he wanted trouble, they stood up, cursing silently. Daven settled on one of the chairs and stared at the half eaten plates.

“One…two…three.”

That was enough grace 

He lifted the table cloth off the table, flinging it and the dishes to the floor. Abigail was too engrossed in the music blasting through her ears and a budget for money that wasn't hers to notice the rukus. 

She only raised her head from the table when her meal arrived. If she were to ever go out to eat, she could only order for a plate of lamb pasta. She stared at the meal with a satisfying smile. Two plates of lamb pasta in a day was a treat. 

Daven, disappointed that his little show of power didn't attract anyone's attention, turned his attention back to Abigail. 

Liam was seated with her and she had ordered a meal.

Was Liam standing her off?

He stood up and walked over to her side. 

“A gentleman shouldn't keep a lady waiting, you know?”

Abigail raised ber head to find the guy she had met at the mall. The lamb pasta soured in her tongue. Was he stalking her now?

He occupied the other chair uninvited and Abigail wished she had asked the waiter to take the empty chair away.

“Liam says I could take his place,” he said as he signalled for a waiter. “But I'm bent on also taking his place in your heart.”

Liam? Abigail thought.

Of course. Why was she surprised? Didn't be exhibit the same character as Liam?

She dropped her fork. “You must be mistaken,” she said. “This is a solo date.”

Daven grinned. “All the even better. What's that saying again? The more, the merrier. A pretty face like yours should be merry and I'm here for that.”

He signalled for a waiter who hurriedly came to his side. Pure wolves were never left waiting. One tick and they could unleash their beast and ruin everything. Who lost in the end?

The poor hybrids.

“I'll have what she's having,” he said. 

“On a different table,” Abigail added before the waiter turned

But he didn't acknowledge her request. She dug her fork into her meal. Maybe she should have just stayed at home, ordered lamb pasta, and have a good time indoors. 

Why did she even think there wouldn't be some sort of interruption?

Daven was studying her. The way her lips were curled as she frowned. It even made her more irresistible.

“You look beautiful,” he said. “A face like this shouldn't be in a place like this. Why would Liam choose this place for a date? Has he no taste?”

Abigail dropped her cutlery down, angry. 

“I've told you before,” she spoke under restraint. “I'm here alone.”

He could have been planted by Pa Frey to provoke her so he could finally have a reason to get rid of him.

“Don't you know what a solo date is?”

His meal arrived. 

Abigail rolled her eyes. If hybrids could not protect each other's interests, they would keep being the second class citizens. 

Daven pushed the meal after a single taste. “You know what?” He said, eyes darkening with desire. *How about we ditch this place and I take you to my house?”