Chapter 92


    92. Spilt Coffee


    MARCEL.


    I returned home, hearing Winona and Corrado in the lounge and although I was tempted to go greet


    him, I knew she wasn’tfortable around me alone. I had messed that up and I really have no idea


    why I did what I did.


    Fuck, I screwed up big time and why did I even think she’d be interested? I was sixty; she was twenty–


    six, that’s a big gap. Sighing heavily, I headed to the kitchen to make myself a mug of coffee.


    The trial from earlier was still fresh in my mind. Eric’s reaction was extremely worrying… Of course, I


    understand thepassion killing, rather than having someone who hates him pull the bullet. Eric


    himself did it to make it easier for his brother. For Emmet to know that those he hates weren’t the ones


    who killed him, would make it easier for him to go… but I didn’t think Eric was the type to ever be able


    to kill anyone, let alone his brother.


    There was no hesitation in him, not even a tremor to his wrist… His heartbeat was fast, but that was it. I


    ran my fingers through my brows sighing, maybe I was thinking too much into it. I grabbed a mug and


    switched the coffee machine on, only to realise the pods were finished.


    I opened the cab drawer above the machine, but there was none anywhere. Rosaline… she had


    been busy rearranging things to her liking. She must have moved them. Well, they had to be here


    somewhere… I opened the drawers, rummaging around. After a few minutes, I wondered if the coffee


    was even worth it. This’ll do until dinner…


    “…want milk! When will Mommy and Daddye home?” Corrado’s voice came, and I exhaled.


    No coffee for today. Running my hand through my hair, I instead grabbed a protein bar from the door.


    I shut the cab drawer just in time as Winona and Corrado entered. A genuine smile appeared on


    her face as she tucked a strand of her hair that hade free from her hair tie, behind her ear. Her


    slender figure was in a white blouse that draped over her breasts, paired with beige red pants. I


    looked away quickly, angry at myself for even checking her out.


    “Grandad!”


    “Hey son, how have you been today?” I asked smoothly, going over to him and bending down to give


    him a hug. His smile was vibrant, and it often reminded me of Petra’s. She used to have a cheeky look


    to her, too, with round cheeks and dimples.


    He smiled, nting a kiss on my forehead. “It was good grandad, but Winnie told me tomorrow is


    Mommy and Daddy’s ceremony, but Daddy and Mommy didn’t tell me themselves, so I’m mad now.”


    He huffed, crossing his arms, looking cute yet displeased.


    I chuckled, lightly ruffling his hair. “I know, son, they have been very busy, but I’m certain they will tell


    you. Now go have that milk and I will head to my room; I need to make sure the protocol for all the


    guests arriving tomorrow is in ce.”


    I stood up, identally making the mistake of looking at her, our eyes met before she looked away


    first, trying to smile.


    Great, now she couldn’t even smile at me.


    I left the kitchen, thinking I’d just stay out of the way in my bedroom. Heading upstairs, I pulled my shirt


    off upon entering my room, and dropped onto the bed. I sighed heavily, leaning my head back against


    the headboard, and stared at the ceiling.


    What was I even doing? It had been years, and I had no mate, a mate I barely remembered… I was


    still a man and although I never ever pictured myself falling in love again, I still bedded women – mostly


    when I went away. I didn’t really like mixing pleasure with my own pack.


    But seeing Winona in that dress that night had just made me see her differently. But that was the wrong


    woman to have my eyes on. Yet, since then, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking of her or observing


    her. Shaking my head, I frowned deeply as I picked up myptop, and got to work.


    Leo’s security n was intense… to the point, it might appear we didn’t trust anyone to enter the pack.


    He didn’t want any electronic devices; everyone was to leave them in a safe box at the edge of the


    pack. No vehicles were to enter, and everyone would be scanned upon entrance. I had already sent his


    criteria to Alejandro earlier. I now logged onto my email after switching some music on to see if he had


    replied.


    I scanned the list, sticking my ear pods in and turned the volume up. I looked at the electronic


    multimedia invitation card that Leo had sent out, and I couldn’t help but smile. He had invited all the


    Rossi’s, Raihana and Chris, including the Westwoods and Nicholsons too. I was proud of him; he had a


    good head on his shoulders.


    Clicking on my email inbox, I saw Alejandro had replied. Opening it, I skimmed the email.


    ‘And what the fuck do you find wrong with him being careful? No one will find it fucking extreme. With


    that fucker Judah being out there, I don’t me him for being extra careful. I think we’re all fucking


    proud of him rising to be the Alpha he truly is. I’m fucking proud of him. Those rules will be


    followed.


    Oh, and those two will be arriving around seven tonight. I did text you, so take care of them for me…


    more like I should with you. Good luck with her there. The rest of us wille tomorrow evening. I look


    forward to it.‘


    I smirked slightly and quickly replied. ‘d you at least understand him when I think he’s being


    excessive, but he does have a point. We can’t risk everything. And don’t worry, I will treat them as my


    own. They are as much mine as yours. I look forward to having them here and I’m sure Azura will be


    pleased to see them here.‘


    I nced at the time. Maybe I should shower before it’s time for dinner. Leo was currently at the


    hospital after what happened with Kareena, but they would be home soon… I frowned deeply as I


    stood up and unbuckled my belt. I was sliding my zipper down just as the door opened to reveal


    Winona standing there, a mug of coffee in her hand.


    She gasped, her eyes flew open as theynded on me and I knew what was about to happen. I jumped


    forward, catching the mug that slipped from her hand before it shattered and burned her. The scalding


    liquid spilt over my hands.


    “I’m so sorry!” She yelped, her heart thundering as she quickly took the mug from me and ced it


    aside as she pulled on her blouse sleeve, dabbing my hand as she blew softly. But even in her panic,


    she was scanning the room before she tugged me toward the bathroom.


    A part of me wanted to tell her that a bit of hot coffee wasn’t going to hurt me, I was already healing,


    and it’ll be healed within a minute, yet another part of me didn’t mind seeing her panicking over me…


    She opened the cold tap, pulling my hand under.


    Her hands were so tiny… and slender… I was a little too aware of her touch.


    “I am so sorry, I knocked, but you didn’t reply! I wouldn’t have just walked in and saw you-” She


    stopped in her tracks, her eyes going to my shirtless torso once more before dipping to my pants which


    were now unzipped. At least I’m wearing boxers. She looked away quickly, her hair shielding her face.


    “It’s alright Winona, I had my ear pods in. I didn’t hear the door but we’re werewolves, nudityes


    with it, don’t you think? Luckily I’m still wearing my pants.” I smirked, making her freeze. Her shirt was


    sttered with the water that she had turned on full, making the silk fabric stick to her breasts in a few


    areas.


    “I am sorry, I saw the empty mug was there, and I thought maybe you didn’t find the coffee pods…”


    “That’s actually true.” I agreed with a nod, wondering if I should tell her that I was healed.


    She nodded slowly, still holding my hand. “I’m sorry you have to walk on eggshells around me.” She


    whispered.


    So she knew I left the kitchen fast because of her…


    I leaned against the wall, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t apologize, that’s something I should do… for the


    other night-”


    “It’s fine, I mean you didn’t mean-”


    “No, I meant it.” With my free hand, I reached over and turned off the tap. Her hands were turning pink


    thanks to the cold water. “But I was out of line. I don’t take back what I thought, but it was selfish of me.


    So I’m sorry for that…” Her heart was thumping, and she looked up at me slowly. She bit her lip


    struggling to say something but I didn’t push it. At least I apologized… “I hope we can just continue as


    before, especially since tomorrow is the ceremony.”


    She nodded quickly. “Oh… yes, of course!” She said quickly, passing me a towel to dry my hand as she


    quickly skirted around me as if wanting to leave. “I’ll bring you some more coffee…”


    “Oh and one more thing, Winona.” I said, making her pause, her cheeks burning red, much to my


    amusement.


    “Mmm?” she asked.


    I smirked and held up my hand. “I healed from that minor burn within a minute.” I winked at her, as her


    eyes widened before she turned even redder and ran from the room pretty fast.


    Damn, she was a fast runner. But somehow, just that small conversation with her, kinda… felt good.


    LEO


    Jax’s words, along with the state of Kareena, were still on my mind when we returned home. It was


    hard to see, Kareena was one of our tracker specialists. Fast, efficient, and smart. Probably the


    strongest mate from the three that were mated… but yeah, that just… was gone. The moment she lost


    Shane she broke down…


    Jax had said when the time was right, we’ll talk to her. For now, she was staying with Ace and Sera


    until we came up with a n. We were currently so fucking busy that no one could watch her, so we


    had to rely on the women to keep an eye on her and be there for her.


    I was now watching the video on the phone of the man who had gone to meet Web before the meeting,


    and frowned as I clicked pause.


    “Judah.” Azura said quietly. Our eyes met, and I nodded slowly.


    “Yeah… which meant it was as we fucking thought. It just gets to me that he was seeing Web in


    person. How big of a link does Web have with him… but putting that aside, I’m destroying Web for


    good. We’ll n a takeover.”


    “A takeover?” She raised her eyebrow, and I nodded.


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    “Yeah, Web’s fucked up far too many times and has be a fucking thorn in my side. He will be


    better off dead.” I replied coldly as we reached the mansion door. She nodded slowly, looking


    thoughtful, and I leaned against the door, crossing my arms after slipping my phone into my pocket.


    “What is it?” For once, she had her walls up.


    “I was just thinking sometimes you seem to struggle to kill, at others not so much.” She murmured,


    locking her arms around my neck. I nodded slowly, gripping her hips and pressing her against me.


    “Yeah, depends on the situation Baby Girl and-”


    “Wow. Now, who would have thought the Westwood Devil would be so mushy?”


    We both turned as the door was yanked open by a tall slim young woman, with shoulder–length ck


    hair, piercing green eyes and dressed all in ck, with hooker heels that gave her enough height to


    rival my own.


    A devious smirk crosses her lips, as a ck cat with equally green eyes pounced into her arms. Well,


    she sure looked different in person, her aura despite being reigned in was still noticeable.


    Azura gasped, letting go of me as she stared at her, “Oh my goddess, you’re here!”


    She winked before she pounced on Azura, hugging her tightly. “Of course, I’m here. You need your girls


    here when you’re about to be Luna!” She replied, before turning to me, arms crossed as she did a


    once over.


    “Damn are you sure I can’t take pictures, he’d bring in a pretty penny…” She murmurs making me cock


    a brow, she simply gave me a devious smirk that told me she was fucking dangerous, and not in the


    way that I could handle. “Hello, cousin.”


    “Sk.” I replied as I crossed my arms.


    “In the flesh, dear cousin,” She countered with a small smirk.


    “She seems more psychotic than you.” I remarked to Azura, making Sk arch one of her brows.


    “That’s because I am, I mean, you’ve met the Westwood Devil. Now you meet Lucifer, the devil of


    devils herself. Just don’t get on my bad side, I have a talent for creating hell.” 7)


    Her words made Azura suppress a snicker. But although I had a feeling she’d follow up on that shit, I


    wasn’t scared. She may be Alejandro’s daughter, but I was also a Rossi.


    “This pack is used to hell, kid, so do your fucking worst.” I replied mockingly.


    She’s about to reply when the cat drew our attention away, meowing loudly and she holds it right up in


    my fucking face.


    “Oh and this is Malevolent. Say hi.”


    I cocked a brow. “I don’t talk to animals,” I said arrogantly.


    Her smirk vanished, her eyes shing a deep plum red, and I frowned, my own eyes zing as I


    observed her sharply.


    Her eyes… The twins were not eighteen yet… So what the fuck was she?