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I resolved that as soon as I got back to my room, I was going to scream into a pillow for at least ten minutes until this pent-up anxiety was entirely out of my system. The dinner was surprisingly refreshing as we picked up our banter from earlier. We skipped from topic to topic. Starting with who was eligible to become a Mage, what planets Conor had been to, and then onto why you should be allowed to eat dessert before dinner, just to mention a few. The food was wonderful and new to me as it was all from Zargo. He explained each dish to me since I had never seen them before. We had filet mignon with something unique called bacon. Whatever bacon was, I would be content with giving up dessert

Ersa “Come, sit!” Arce offered with infectious enthusiasm as I entered the dining hall. At the head of the long, polished table sat a man who seemed to command the very air in the room. His dark hair contrasted sharply with piercing golden eyes that held a century of authority. Under his silent, heavy gaze, I felt smaller than I ever had in Dewcrest. Alpha Ynovar. He didn't need to speak for me to feel the power radiating from him; he looked like a man who owned every inch of the world he walked upon.

Chapter 14 The flickering candlelight danced across the table, casting an ethereal glow on the carefully arranged spread. Delicate china glimmered under the soft light, adorned with an array of tantalizing dishes. Aromatic steam rose from the perfectly cooked entrees, filling the air with a mouthwatering fragrance. Ivy stared mouth agape at the wonder before her. She had lived her entire life as an Omega and had never had a good meal like this on a table that looked like it was meant for kings. Marco never gave her that opportunity either.

The smell of leather and aged paper filled the air, and the golden light of chandeliers created a comforting ambiance. I ran my fingers along the spines of the books, each one holding stories of the pack's history, traditions, and beliefs. My gaze eventually settled on a worn leather-bound book titled "The Chronicles of Luna." Curiosity overcame me, and I pulled it off the shelf. The book's pages were yellowed with time, and the intricate calligraphy captivated me. Lost in the world of ancient legends, I was startled when Rico's voice broke through my reverie. "It's time for dinner, Royal."

Mark and William walk behind me. We find the dining room—the tables still have plates with leftovers and glasses half full with drinks, and confetti covers a great part of the wooden floor. All packs have Omegas which keep the Pack House clean, not because someone forces them, but because Omegas love to have everything shining and sparkling. I pass the dining room, and several meters ahead, a male comes out of a room. His eyes are red, as if he had been crying for a long time. “Who are you?” he asks. His voice is hoarse.

Heat crept into my face. “I hate how the two of you notice everything.” Magnus took another sip of his tea. “You’ll hate it even more after today’s lesson.” Before I could ask what he meant, the large doors opened once again and Valerian walked inside. The old Archmage carried three enormous books stacked so high in his arms that I could barely see his face behind them. Dust floated into the air with every step he took. He reached the table and dropped all three books directly in front of me. The loud thud echoed through the dining hall.

Inside, the floors were long planks of unvarnished pine that had been salvaged from an old nineteenth-century butter warehouse, scarred by grease stains and the deep, circular marks where the iron machinery had once been bolted to the timber. Sophie Sorgentone stood by the kitchen sink, her left sleeve rolled up past her elbow, her large, scarred fingers holding a fresh bottle of Gordon’s gin over a small green tumbler. She didn't pour. She remained fixed on the reflection of the streetlamps below, her hand perfectly steady, though the skin under her eyes was dark and bruised from three weeks of non-stop depositions with the federal receivership team. "Put it down, Soph," Sienna said from th

I energetically respond with a shake of my head. “I miss eating at the canteen!” Jude smile back at me. “Then it’s my treat, Charmie.” “Oh! Treat?! I love hearing those words!” @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE Thank you so much!

“I shall be gone, then. Tell Anselm that we shall meet him in Father’s chambers shortly.” ARCHER heard the loud giggling of his sister Agatha as he knocked on the oak door of her chambers. “Agatha? Madeleine? It is I, Archer. I need to speak with the both of you.” The heavy door opened, revealing a grinning Princess Agatha. She was a lively, fierce one: always high-spirited, but at the moment, she took one look at his grim expression, and her grin dropped. She stood up straighter, her usually mischievous eyes somber.

"Daniel let me introduce you to a few of my children. This is Agamori, Mage and Uzzi." Daniel looked to the three men and nodded while the servers put a plate of food and a cup of wine in front of him. "My name is Daniel Darke." The nearly thousand-year-old Agamori raised his arrogant white eyebrow to Daniel. "You must be a witch of great skill to travel here on your own."