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CHAPTER 161 •••••Third Person POV••••• " Yeah, get up we need to prepare for the huge feast" Astraea smiled her face filled with excitement while Aurora frowned in confusion. " Feast??" Aurora asked puzzled. " Yeah, Feast. Leonidas declared it in honour of our people" Astraea replied. "Let's get you a dress" Astraea spoke as she turned around and made her way towards the walk-in closet leaving a very confused Aurora in the bed.

Seraphina's POV “She howled,” I said, crying and laughing at the same time. Ezra was wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. Hilde was sobbing. Rena was crying into her cup. Greta was sitting on her bench with tears running down her wrinkled cheeks and the widest smile I’d ever seen on that old woman’s face. The feast lasted until sunset with wine and mead and food and music. Ezra cooked enough to feed five packs because Ezra always cooked enough.

His lips didn’t curve, but I caught the faintest glint in his eyes. “Celebration and survival are rarely separate in these halls.” We reached the marble steps that led to the banquet hall—already alive with warm light, music, and the clink of glass. The Feast of Union was every bit the theatre I’d dreaded. Tables heavy with platters of roasted pheasant, jeweled fruits, and sugared almonds filled the room. Wine as red as rubies shimmered in crystal goblets. Musicians played something bright and lilting from the gallery above, but it was the undercurrent of conversation—layered, sly, and cutting—that filled most of the air.

Two days later, Nathan had a feast at home. Having learned about this, Rex immediately told Thomas to visit Nathan's place to scrounge a free meal together. Ever since Hilda married Nathan, he would often spread feasts to celebrate all kinds of things. He even had all the reason to spread a feast when she finally menstruated normally this month without experiencing any menstrual pain. Sometimes, he would even have a feast merely to celebrate her new hairstyles. Therefore, he had feasts at home almost every day. Whenever Rex learned that Nathan would be having a feast, he would immediately rush to his home and scrounge a free meal.

I waked over to the bed and laid down the edge with my legs hanging off. She lifted my skirts and laid back my bustle. I couldn't see what she was doing. But I could feel it. She had given me a secret kiss that felt like waves of powerful pleasure waved over my body. As I felt something I had never felt, a death overtook me. I shook and trembled. When she was finished she stood up and wiped the blood from her mouth. “You will be attending the Feast tonight. Elder Lord is impatient for our company." "Mama. I can do without…" Raven uncomfortably shifted in her seat.

Celeste pushed a tray of food to me. “I’m not hungry.” I sat up in my dark room, wiping caked blood off my lips. “What time is it?” I didn’t know how long I’d succumbed to the darkness. “It’s morning.” Celeste brushed aside my question with haste, pushing the tray of food to me again. “The Feast of the Moon continues today. You have a lot of work waiting for you so you better eat now before you collapse doing your duties.” It’ll be unfortunate to faint while working today yet my stomach was a tight knot that wanted nothing in it.

Izzy watched as the first course was brought out to the tables filled with people. The great hall was so large, she almost couldn't see all of the people in attendance. There were thousands present. The first course of the feast was a delicate salad meant to barely wet the palate. She could see the distaste on the faces of the men surrounding her and she let out a small chuckle. The feast would last hours. By the time the last course was served, it would be well past 10. A meal at the Hunt was more than just for refueling, it was meant to be savored and enjoyed, shared amongst new and old friends.

Gently, she touched it. Lucien clapped again. The chosen dress was folded with reverence and placed upon his bed while the rest were taken away. Soon, the chamber was empty, save for the two of them. “What festival is this?” she asked softly, curiosity bright in her eyes. Lucien closed the space between them, his hand sliding around her waist as he bent to meet her gaze. His voice was low and intimate. “The Golden Harvest Feast.” … Morning dawned bright and alive. Anana woke to the bustling sounds outside her window… the thud of barrels being carried, the chatter of servants arranging decorations, the hum of excitement that filled the fortress. Yawning, she stretched languidly, then padded t

It was so obvious. She turned the book, slow and careful. Stared at the nameless spine. But I figured it out. Thick. Pale. It took me forever. Polished smooth. I was such an idiot. Its gleam muted and discreet. The edges heavy folds stitched with thread. Then it hit me. She gulped, the sour burn of this afternoon’s pesto panini and venti double shot rolling in her gut. The book was bound— Bound. In flesh. Her stomach lurched, her lunch scrambling toward her tongue. Hand to her mouth, she pivoted, scrambling toward the waste basket. Caught her breath. A moment later, the threat swallowed, she cleared her throat.

All we had to do was to join the feast. I immediately freshened up before leaving for the feast with Gertrude’s head tied around my waist. The decorations for the feast were simply amazing. Everything was ready and everyone was in place. They were all waiting for me to speak so the party would begin. “Members of the Red fanged pack!” I addressed the crowd who became silent just after hearing my voice. “This feast was organized for you all! It was organized to bring joy to those who had lost their dear ones during that raid! I want you all to drink until you’ve forgotten about your problems, and that’s an order!”