Chapter 8: _Will Never Be His Mate
I walked down the stairs until I got downstairs, where I met Celine, still sitting at the dining table with a tense expression on her face.
The way her fingers moved around seemed like she wanted to claw someone's eyes out.
My face scrunched with irritation when I realized that that 'someone' could very well be Odessa.
Argh, I need to get that witch out of my head somehow.
"Kaelos." Celine raised her head when she heard my approaching footsteps.
She got up from the dining table and walked up to me, causing me to pause when she brought her right hand to my shoulder.
"What's wrong? Did you put that witch in her place?" She asked, a cruel smirk curling up her lips.
I stared at her with a plain expression... No disgust, no anger, no amusement... Nothing.
That's how it's always been between Celine and me. It's how it's been between me and most people, actually.
The only reason I still tolerated her presence in my mansion was because even though we were finally divorced, the people still saw her as their Luna since I didn't have a mate.
Well, at least, I thought I didn't have a mate.