13 - Macabre Spectacle

~Alpha Devlin~

The meeting proved to be pointless. In fact, I anticipated this outcome. I pitied Alpha Derrick. His character lacked strength and honor. I shook my head in disgust as the meaningless words continued to tumble out of his mouth.

Gemma appeared to be enjoying herself. She cared more about her meal than the discussion at hand. The meeting was a just an excuse to get her by my side. I did not need her input. I made my decision regarding Alpha Derrick’s request as soon as he proposed it. However, I grew tired of the witch’s lack of interest.

“Gemma!” I scolded her privately.

She dropped her knife and turned to face me. “Rude! You don't have to yell.” She screeched at me like an angry banshee.

I swallowed thickly. Did she realize how fucking beautiful she was? I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and teased, “I hope this isn’t your first meal of the day.”

Gemma rolled her eyes before stuffing another chunk of meat in her mouth.

“Ahem,” our visitor cleared his th