Chapter 14: The Party Crashers
What the hell did Eva want? Jaden stormed after Jared, his anger rollling off of him in waves. As he slowly began to calm down, he realized it was probably a good thing he had been interrupted, before he could do something stupid while the Werewolf Council was watching. He had been ready to take Della to his soundproof room and lock her away. But she might very well have woken up on the way there, something he couldn't risk. If only there was a way to make her come to him. Willingly.
He considered the possibilities. What if he offered to make her Queen? What if he tried to romance her? Take her out on dates? He was so used to women throwing themselves at him that he had never really considered any of those things.
It was obvious that Della knew of his reputation, he could feel the disapproval in her gaze every time she looked at him. She had been saving herself for her fated mate. As far as she knew, she still was.
Eva approached them, a smile on her face. "Hello, dear brother. I just wanted to ask you about something." The tone of her voice was off, she was up to something. He knew it.
"Ask away," he said, looking around him at all of the guests. There was something different about them this time, although he couldn't quite figure out what it was.
Before Eva could answer, a commotion near the door drew all of their attention from anything else. A large number of werewolves were clamoring to get in. He recognized them as lower ranking members of his pack.
He strode towards the door, his voice booming, "what is the meaning of this?"
He addressed the crowd, his Alpha aura radiating.
"We have invitations," said one of the werewolves, handing a piece of paper to the guard, who handed it to Jaden. Sure enough, it was an invitation, to this event, only the start time was a bit later than on the ones he remembered sending out. He realized someone had done this on purpose, and he was furious. But he couldn't dishonor the invitation, not with the council members watching. They wanted to see him treat everyone in the pack as equals.
Rolling his eyes, he told the guard to let them in. A hundred or more werewolves, dressed in everything from formal wear to jeans and flannels, swarmed in to the ballroom.
Then the chaos began. "Mate!" A voice rang out, followed by another,and another, and another.