All Chapters of Aaliyah’s Return : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Brandon’s living room is eerily quiet except for the sound of the laptop being put on. Desmond slides the USB in the drive and presses play. Morgan’s voice fills up the space pompous and evil. Geena’s responses follow, a bit shaky but compliant. Once the recording is done we fall into silence again until I break the ice. “Sigh. So what is the next move?” I ask, my throat feeling very dry all of a sudden. “My P.I. sent the police a copy, so I am waiting to hear from my guy on the force . Although its tricky I don’t think this is admissible in court . But of we shake them well enough they can get caught doing something else …” Desmond says, leaning to the front a bit. Brandon nods. “ That is the while idea . Questioning them at least makes it look like the wheels of justice are turning.” But will it ever turn in our favor? That is the question we should be asking… Just then Desmond’s phone rings. Bringing me out of my somber thoughts…He looks at the screen and answers, puttin

I am up at the crack of dawn, both excited and nervous for Brandon. By the time I go down with Noah, the stylists have already arrived. They wheel in racks of gowns, accessories, and suits for the men. The dining table has been cleared and its now a wardrobe, with jewelry and accessories neatly arranged while more racks roll in for the outfits.I stand there for a moment, just watching them work. Their precision, their speed, their organization it is almost mesmerizing. Back in my bedroom, things are no less chaotic. Every surface is covered with brushes, makeup palettes, lipsticks, curling irons . I slip into a silk bathrobe and take a long, deep breath. The madness is about to begin. Brandon insisted Noah will get dressed with the men, so this prep time is mine alone with my girls, which I really appreciate. All my ladies are here: Sandra, Amanda, and Gloria … Gamma Andrew’s wife, who I just met for the first time. The stylists start with me. They do a fantastic job

The great hall doors are quickly opened by the standing guards and, as we step onto the maroon carpet that runs the entire aisle, I can hear gasps ,I ignore them, holding on to Brandon, while Noah walks in front of us. Behind us, Desmond and Shawn move in perfect sync as if we have practiced for this very moment. Beta Dawson, Gamma Andrew, and Gabe fall in step behind us, and then my ladies: Amanda, Sandra, Gloria, and their boys (Asher and Ruger), who are trying hard to stay in line.The aisle is decorated in the pack’s colors, maroon and gold. Flowers are scattered on the banners, and women are leaning along the balustrade.Brandon, Beta Dawson, and Gamma Andrew climb onto the podium to stand with Elder Samuel, who will be presiding over the occasion, while we take our seats in the front row . Lady Calista fixes her steely gaze on me as I sit beside her, Then Noah on my left and the men . She leans in and whispers,“You are looking dazzling today, Aaliyah. But crowns only sit well

We return to the banquet hall after resting a bit. Music is still booming through the speakers, and the band stands on the side ready for whenever a waltz is requested. The moment we step in, it seems like everyone pauses for a moment before resuming whatever they were doing. Eyes seem to be following us around , wI can hear whispers , but I ignore them. Brandon, is sitting at the head table with Noah, he spots us and stands immediately, meeting us halfway. “Come this way,” he says firmly, leading us back to his table. He pulls out a chair on his right for me, and I sit. Desmond and Shawn slid into chairs too. Noah, already on my left, leans in and squeezes my hand tight. “Mummy, are you okay? You were gone for a while.” “I’m perfect, Noah,” I soothe him , kissing his hair. “I just went for some air, so we went for a walk.” Desmond and Shawn chuckle , but I ignore them, keeping my eyes on Noah with a straight face. Desmond leans forward. “It seems the entire hall is watching us,

The doors opens a few minutes later and Dawson walks in first, then two guards holding a bound but still defiant Amellia.Brandon leans back in his chair and fixes his cold eyes on her.“Amellia, do you know why you have been summoned?”She scoffs. “Because you picked a wolf-less human as your Queen.”Desmond narrows his eyes at her.“You better watch what you say.”Brandon keeps his gaze on her. “Why did you spike my Queen’s drink?”Amellia smirks, sigh no remorse in sight.“It was a test. I wanted to see if you would still want Jacob’s sloppy seconds.”Brandon’s eyes narrow, his wolf flashing. I hold on to his arm, calming him. A clear head makes better decisions.Gabe’s voice cuts in to the tension “That was no test. It was sabotage, and you know the rules.” Amellia glares at him.“Gabe, stay out of this. It doesn’t concern you! You are nothing but her guard dog.”“I agree 100% , I will protect my Queen with my life as is my duty “… Gabe retorts darkly Shawn leans forward, his v