The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 95
“Alpha Crestfield, you look stunning tonight. Im sure my Alpha who just couldn’t take his hands off you would agree. I’m Weston Creed, Beta of the Ignis Red pack under Alpha Locksworth.”
He
says, flashing me a gentle smile. I return his gesture and thank him, choosing not to comment on the ‘couldn’t keep his hands off you’ part. I was wondering why those two look so uncomfortable with each other. Noah who was standing stiff and clearly aggravated deepened his pout as he stared at me. Okay then… Weston moves to give me his hand but flinches halfway, immediately withdrawing his hand back to his side like he’d been burned. His eyes flash darker and I knew he was communicating with Raizel.
My eyebrows scrunched together but I don’t question him and instead watched as Weston looked up to peer behind me. His eyes catch sight of something and I see a teasing smile twitch.
Undoubtedly, he was looking at his Alpha.
“Unfortunately, my Alpha is being a territorial p rick and we are to take our leave before single she-wolves decide that a Locksworth and Weston gourmet is on the menu. I wish you a good night, Alpha Crestfield, Mailia”
He turns to his right and doesn’t see the blush coating my cheeks to look at Noah and sighs in boredom,
“-Nate.”
Nate?

The mischievous gleam in his eyes are there. I struggle to hold in a laugh with his intentional mistake. Noah glaring at Weston with no restraint. Returning his gaze on me, Weston’s expression grows serious as he looks at me with what seemed like a glimmer hope. His lips pressed together in desperation as he mumbles,
“I sincerely hope to see you again.”
“I’m sure we will.”
I turn over my shoulder to look at Raizel who was now beginning to be surrounded by other wolves. His eyes fixed on me as he ignored the people around him trying to desperately catch his attention.
“I’m certain of that.”
And for a second a bright smile crosses Weston’s face but he quickly wipes it away before going off to tend to his Alpha. I’m sure if Raizel was left alone with those pesky inquisitive wolves, he would’ve lost his temper and probably thrown one of them across the ballroom. Chancellor Williams who’d been watching from the sidelines walked up to Raizel, saying things I couldn’t hear from over the music even with my enhanced hearing. I try to read their lips and I manage to make out what Williams was saying.
Are you already taking your leave?
-My gaze shifts to Raizel.
Yes, I got what I came for.
His eyes meet mine and he smirks. My lips twitch to follow his lead and soon my own smirk rests on my face as I shake my head in amusement. My blood goes hot, cheeks flaming red from his words. I don’t look to watch Raizel tear himself away from the wolves’ greedy clutches. The sound of his foot steps slowly disappearing along with Weston’s and a few murmurs coming from the crowd. And like a fog, everyone disperses the moment he stepped foot outside.
Williams looks at me, eyebrow raised and a look of disbelief plastered on his face. He walks my way, no doubt ready to fire off some questions when I beat him to it,
“I’ll be taking my leave.”
I tell him, ignoring the look of surprise on his face. Pulling on his suit jacket, he composed himself with a cough.
“This early? I’m sure you haven’t met everyone yet.”
I shrug and briefly look over his shoulder to see a group of wolves looking at me,
“I got what I came for. Well, maybe a little more than what I intended.”
A look of realization dawns his face. A small smile playing on his lips. He nods slowly, looking to Meredith who was downing a bottle of wine with Elizabeth trying to pry it off her fingers.
“Then I suggest you leave now before the wicked witch of the west decides to make an appearance and question your ear off.”