Having evidently showered and dressed for the dinner, she failed to comprehend him.
Carlos was nonchalantly seated on the couch. She was aware that he was messaging Stella and had been pestering her throughout the afternoon. She understood his presence; the Gamma was there to exert control over her should she become enraged, she surmised. Felt Harp recoiled slightly at the notion of that man making contact with them.
“Welcome, Brianna,” she heard Ryder say, noting the smile in his voice. She pondered why Luca and Enzo had vacated the room entirely. Was he attempting to seem less menacing? She was convinced those two had not strayed far, likely just outside the door or down the corridor, perhaps on her floor.
She briefly glanced at the man after looking at Carlos, then approached the table, observed him turning to Carlos, and seated herself as he requested his Gamma to retire to his room.
Carlos promptly rose and departed, precisely as instructed. Complied with the Alpha’s command, as all wolves do.
“I would have procured your chair for you, Brianna,” she discerned the discontent in his tone.
“I am aware of how to sit down,” she informed him with a shrug.
He sighed and positioned himself opposite her, stating, “I am pleased you arrived.” I was uncertain that you would.
“I am here to discuss Logan and the present circumstances we are facing,” she stated candidly. Logan requested my presence.
I would prefer to discuss more than just Logan, Brianna. “You appear…” he observed, tilting his head slightly, as it was improbable that his wolf-like senses could discern her emotions. She was genuinely surprised that Carlos managed to absorb anything during lunch. “I surmise you are a difficult individual to interpret, except when you are irate.” That is conveyed distinctly and unequivocally.
Brianna involuntarily rolled her eyes; it was understandable that she felt irritated by being compelled to comply with his demands. Since the moment he re-entered her life, he had solely focused on compelling her to comply with his desires. “Articulate your thoughts,” she remarked.
“Would you care for a glass of wine?” Prior to the arrival of dinner.
“Negative!” “I do not consume wine; however, if you desire one, feel free.” She was determined not to impair her faculties with alcohol, and it was conceivable that he had brought potent wolfen-strength liquor.
“Perhaps an alternative for you then?”“
“No,” she responded, shaking her head slightly. “What I desire is to engage directly in the task at hand.” She was adept at managing a wealthy, arrogant individual, as she frequently did. The sole distinction between him and them was his true nature as a wolf. She could not comprehend how she still perceived his scent, despite his past significance to her.
The moon goddess likely intended to impose one final punishment upon her, for reasons she remained unaware of. It appeared insufficient to lack her own Mate, to not perceive her scent, or to endure years of suffering.
She also needed to maintain the man’s scent as pleasant and potent for herself.
The woman was likely in her domain, thoroughly entertained, laughing heartily at the new torment she had devised for herself, necessitating the return of this man into her life to inflict suffering once more.
“I assure you, Brianna, this is not a business dinner.” This is solely personal.” A knock sounded at the door. “Pardon me, that will be dinner.” He rose and proceeded to answer it. He personally delivered the tray to the table and positioned a meal before her, stating, “It’s crispy sesame beef, accompanied by rice and steamed vegetables.”
It appeared aesthetically pleasing and emitted a delightful aroma.
“I have also procured a Mocha cheesecake for dessert; I trust this is acceptable.”
“It’s acceptable,” she replied. She enjoyed both chocolate and coffee, had never tasted mocha-flavored cheesecake, and was curious about its flavour; she also had no objection to consuming a mocha coffee herself.
She observed him seated and recognised it was impolite to commence eating before his arrival. She believed it prudent to wait until he took his initial bite, as she was convinced there existed a specific etiquette to adhere to, and she was uncertain what might provoke his displeasure. It could be entirely disrespectful if she commenced eating without waiting for him to begin first.
As she sat and awaited his commencement of the meal, she sensed his gaze upon her; however, her attention was directed towards her own well-presented dish. After approximately thirty seconds of this awareness, she raised an eyebrow at him.
“What is the matter, Brianna? Do you dislike the food?”“He enquired of her.”
“It appears satisfactory and has a pleasant aroma,” she conceded.
