Catherine’s POV: At exactly thirty minutes past nine, I am already dressed. My ivory dress stops above my knees but isn't too indecent to show skin. According to the dress maker, she said Michael didn't want me wearing a ball gown as it was just a dinner get together. It was why we chose this dress. It was beautiful. It shone under the light in its ivory glory and the golden sequins were cast against the walls in the most beautiful shade I'd ever seen. My makeup was impeccable, pristine and commanding respect. Even with a red lipstick on, it made me look very much respectable and I loved the cherry bubble lipgloss she lined over the pale brown lipstick. My hair was combed up on a chignon bun, glimmering under the lights that lined my room walls. I looked so beautiful. So beautiful and when I stepped my feet into my ivory pumps, I knew I was here to rule tonight. All the nervousness escaped my body and was replaced by this intense feeling of confidence. I knew I was going to t
Alpha Michael's POV: From the moment I stepped into the Palace, I could tell that Catherine was deeply uncomfortable. Of course, it was her first time being the host of a dinner get-together and I had asked that she take care of everything, which was a dick move by the way. I knew I was mad at her because of what she did last night and I had asked her to do this mostly out of spite which was definitely the wrong move. No matter how mad she made me, I shouldn't have asked her to do any of that. It wasn't good for either of us or our guests. But I was surprised to find out that she was doing really well with everything. She was taking control and that made me so happy but I didn't dare show it. I just stood there, watching as she welcomed the Alpha of Dark Moon before I decided to step in. The surprise in her face lingered even when I stood around and when I left, I left with the assurance that she was going to take care of everything. And now, I am back. Of
Catherine's POV: After dinner, everyone was left to mingle with one another. I remained in my seat for a long time, bracing for socialization and watching Michael do it so flawlessly. Well, he knew a lot of people here and I did not. Not at all. "You're lucky, you know?" I whipped my head to the side. A woman who I hadn't seen was seated right beside me, a beautiful but caustic smile on her face. She had the most beautiful shade of blond hair and her eyes were as blue as the seas. None of that did justice to her beauty. She was an epitome of perfection. "Hello to you too." I replied, feeling slightly awkward that I was being directly spoken to. "And what do you mean?" Her eyes fleeted over to Michael who stood before two men with a glass of wine in his hand. I turned back to look at her. "You're so smitten." Smitten? What the hell was she talking about? I would have asked her to mind her business if I didn't have to pretend like I really was. From the looks of
Alpha Michael's POV; After she left, I went straight to Celine, pushing past the other guests and not even looking at their faces. She was standing with Grace and they were whispering about something that made her cackle with laughter. "Excuse me ladies, may I have a minute with Celine?" "Of course," Grace nodded, a smile still on her face. "Thank you for inviting us tonight. Great dinner by the way. Your wife is so beautiful. I wish I had talked to her before she left." "His wife?" Celine spluttered a laugh and before she could say anything else, I pulled her to the side and took her away from the hall, right back to where I was standing with Catherine before she angrily left. "What the fuck is wrong with you, huh?" She raised her brows in faux confusion. "What are you talking about? Don't tell me you pulled me all the way from the hall to this place to ask me that?" "What did you say to her?" I hissed, glaring down at her. Celine only leaned against
Catherine's POV: "You're not leaving. I will not allow it." Those were his next words after my speech. His expression was unreadable but I know he really means it when he says that I am not leaving. "Why?" I asked, eyes wide in exasperation. "Why won't you let me leave? Why would you tell everyone we are divorced and yet, you won't let me leave? Why? Have I done something to upset you? Tell me if I have because I am tired of all these. I am tired of being on the receiving end of everything. It never affects you. Hell, you're Alpha Michael of Evergreen Pack and I am just a woman who happens to be your Luna. Unluckily. So what exactly do you want from me?!" "Nothing, Catherine. I think you're making a brash decision right now and this is me not trying to manipulate you believing you're wrong for wanting to leave. I totally understand why but I don't want you to leave because we can talk this out." "What's there to talk about?" She flapped her hand and sighed with
Peter's POV; "What the hell do you mean by that? I asked you to do one thing and you haven't!" I snarled, tossing the glass of wine I had in my hand across the room where it shattered against the wall into tiny bits. "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why don't you ever follow simple fucking instruction?!" Yuri stood at the other side of the room, his expression unreadable. I could tell that he was embarrassed but that didn't matter in the face of the duty I had assigned to him. He was messing things up really terribly. "She's hard to catch and you know that," He replied, his voice notches lower. "She barely ever leaves the Palace and whenever she does, she's never alone. I have seen her twice and she was with Alpha Michael. Trying to intercept them both is like signing a fucking death note and you of all people knows that." Raking my fingers through my hair, I try not to scream out loud. Neither of my plans have worked. Michael is always there to ruin it. If there's a
Catherine's POV: "Why are we getting dressed, mum?" Julia asked as I slipped a pink dress over her head. Her pink jacket lay on the bed beside me and I picked it up before placing it on her chest to size her. "We're going out this evening. To the park." I smiled. When I saw how her eyes lit up, I decided I wasn't going to ruin that by telling her that Michael had heralded our walk to the park tonight. I was going to wait for her to see him standing by the car. That would give her no option that to grumpily follow after us since she hated being alone. A knock sounded on the door and it was pushed open. Jason walked in, dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a jacket for the cold. He had a pair of Nike Air Jordan retro shoes on his feet. I frowned, knowing fully well that Michael had gotten this for him. "You don't have that type of shoe," Julia pointed out. "Where did you get it from?" A smile covered his face. "Dad got it for me after I showed him it was what I li
Catherine's POV: "Mum!" Julia called out as they rushed out of the bushes behind them. She turned to them with a bright smile on her face. Michael was right behind them, pulling Jason who kept talking in loud tones, pointing behind the car at a chameleon that lay hidden in the dark. I turned to see Julia running towards me. She was happy. I could tell from the way she ran towards me. She threw her arms around my legs, clinging tight onto me and laughing loudly. "Jason! He tried to catch me while we were doing hide and seek." "Just you and him?" Her face fell but she shook her head and her eyes darted over to where Michael stood with Jason. He was pointing something out to him and they both laughed when he said something. I turned back to face her before crouching to her level. "I know you don't like him but we can't deny that he's trying to be friends with you before he becomes your father. You're giving him quite a hard time and I don't think that's nice for him.