Chapter 146: _Don’t Insult My Bride!
I kept on squinting my eyes as I got closer to Odessa and the witch she was talking to. Odessa had a smile on her face, but it was clear that it was forced, and she was uncomfortable.
However, when she raised her head and spotted me, her lips parted at first before her shoulders relaxed with relief.
Werewolf elite and nobles from other packs on the continent who were parking their cars outside greeted me with curt bows and exaggerated smiles, but I ignored them all.
Slowly, the witch in front of Odessa turned her head around and stared at me.
The moment my eyes met hers, a wave of recognition finally hit me, and I could recall where I’d seen her before.
That face... sharp, elegant, and framed by chestnut curls twisted that cascaded like a waterfall. I didn’t bother registering it in my head back then, but now I can remember.
Lucinda of the Luminari Coven, who at the time was said to be the most powerful young witch in the coven.
The golden star emblem glinted on her gown’s back, as if to remind everyone where she belonged.
She was the one everyone, including Marcellus, had expected me to choose. The perfect candidate.
Power. Prestige. A pure magic bloodline. She had all of it.
But from what I remembered during our brief interaction, she also had cruelty and an inflated ego.