<h4>Chapter 150: _More Than A Maid</h4>
Marcellus’ POV
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"Oh, I’m sorry."
Marcellus turned to see who had bumped into him from behind and furrowed his eyebrows.
Caroline... Odessa’s little maid.
"G– Good evening, Beta." She bowed with a meek tone, her face flushed red.
Marcellus nodded, ncing briefly at Cullen, who stood beside him, before he spoke with a smile stered on his face. "Good evening, love. You look lovely. Didn’t expect to see you here tonight."
The maid was indeed gorgeous, wearing an elegant, sleeveless, flowy pink gown. She only had light make-up on, and her ginger hair was tied into a ponytail.
Could she even be considered a mere ’maid’ looking like this?
"Thank you, sir. Ma’am Odessa said I should apany her as her plus one." She bowed with a smile, acknowledging hisstpliment.
Marcellus’ smile widened a little as he shook his head. "Oh, I was just being sincere. I hope that scene this morning didn’t upset you too much. It was quite chilling if you ask me."
He could feel Cullen staring at him with confusion, but he ignored him as he tilted his head and studied Caroline.
He’s had his eyes on her since the night of Odessa’s escape out of the pack. And not in the way one might think.
"I-I’m fine, sir. Thank you so much for your concern." Caroline spoke nervously, barely hiding her awkward fidgeting.
She nced briefly at Cullen before she bowed onest time. "Excuse me, sirs. Enjoy the rest of your evening."
With that, she scurried past both of them, but Marcellus’ head swerved, following her movements as he dimmed his eyes curiously.
"She’s a jumpy one, isn’t she?" Cullen remarked with a scoff, shaking his head as he turned his gaze to Marcellus. "Have you been in her head before?"
Well, that’s a lucky guess...
Marcellus finally tore his gaze away when she blended into the crowd and was out of sight, ncing briefly at Cullen before he responded to his question.
"I tried getting into her head, but didn’t seed. Someone interrupted us before I could break in." He admitted, his expression tense.
Cullen seemed clueless about his unease and chuckled in a low voice. "Well, well, well. She’s a lucky one."
No, not luck.
"It’s beyond that," Marcellus remarked vaguely, scanning his gaze around.
This was a gathering filled with werewolves with enhanced hearing and witches who could use spells to eavesdrop. It was best that they had this discussion mentally.
’There’s something off about that maid, Cullen. Something more to her. But I can’t seem to ce my finger on what it is.’ Marcellus revealed in the telepathic link, while keeping a smile on his face and nodding in response to the greetings of a few werewolf nobles.
Cullen visibly frowned before he responded mentally. ’Really? She’s always seemed like a normal maid to me.’
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Marcellus shook his head, grabbing a ss of wine from a server who walked past. ’To your untrained eyes, yes, she might seem like only a mere maid. But I’m telling you, my instincts never lie. That girl was able to resist my magic and knows something.’
Could she be onto him? Was that why she was suddenly so fidgety around him ever since that night?
’Way to flex your expertise, sir.’ Cullen suddenly remarked with sarcasm, but Marcellus ignored that and gave a simple order.
’Keep an eye on her, would you? I doubt she’s going to be up to anything interesting tonight, but watch out for any unusual behavior.’
Physically, he shed Cullen a smile, patting him on the shoulder before he headed to the stairs leading upstairs.
On his way there, Celine walked to him from a corner with a cheery smile, her mother standing beside her.
"Good evening, Beta! You look dashing as always." She remarked, scanning her gaze from his face to his legs.
Hmph, she’s telling him.
Marcellus had already noticed the stares of severaldies in the hallway, and some of them were even the wives of elite werewolves.
"I could say the same thing about you, Luna Queen," Marcellus remarked in return, ncing briefly at Madame Greyheart.
She wore a beautiful grey mermaid gown and had heavy makeup on her face, but that didn’t do anything to hide the guilt in her eyes as she looked away from him.
A sly smirk curled up the corner of his lips as he brought his attention back to Celine. "The Ball is already looking like a sess. I can’t help but wonder what surprise you were talking about."
Celine chuckled, winking at him before speaking with a yful tone. "Oh, don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll be blown out of your mind when I reveal it toward the end of tonight."
’The only one with a ’blown mind’ here is you, crazy bitch.’ Marcellus thought to himself.
"Anyway, the VIP seats are at the gallery up there." Celine pointed at the spot where the South American Alpha King had sat during the weing ball several nights ago.
What did Lord Ryker ever do with that old man?
With all said and done, Marcellus gave Celine and her mother one final smile before he headed upstairs, his left hand trailing the railing as he gulped the ss of wine in his other hand.
When he finally got to the so-called VIP seats, which happened to be threefortable-looking padded thrones with small tables beside them, Marcellus was able to make a guess.
"Kaelos and Odessa are going to be sitting here as well." He remarked, shaking his head as he sat on the throne to the right and crossed one leg over the other.
He scanned his gaze at the hall below, his eyes glinting with disdain at all the werewolves, witches, and humans gathered for a ’Charity Ball’ while the lowest members of their society starve out there thanks to the war.
None of them deserved peace or mercy from the true Lord of the North.
After several minutes of solitude, he turned his head when he spotted Odessa and Kaelos walking toward him hand in hand.
Looks like he was right...
’Let’s see how far Celine would go to break up these two love birds tonight.’ He thought to himself as he stered a smile and stood to greet them.