A Lycan Fit For A Luna

Chapter 22 - A Visitor from the Palace

I am not sure what to do. Do I hide in Alex's chest? Well, our relationship comes under the 'it's complicated' category at the moment, and I do not want him to embarrass me and push me off. Do I separate myself from him? I do not want to make it awkward and I am quite comfortable in his arms.

"Any reason other then to piss me off that you interrupted us?" Alex asks, through gritted teeth.

Well at least he seems annoyed too that we were interrupted. Maybe he enjoyed it as much as I did? Maybe he is up for continuing this later?

"Oh, yes. Well, whilst you were perving on Phoebe and then obviously brainwashing her into kissing you, you received a visitor back at the house. A certain Lord Ansthruper-Calthorpe." Vincent explains.

I am confused when Alex tenses besides me, obviously knowing this Lord Ansthruper-Calthorpe guy who has an epic name. It must have taken him ages to learn how to spell it in grade school! But Alex then forces me to step away from him before clearing his throat and not looking at me in the eye. My being feels empty as I am detached from him.

"Well, I guess we better go." Alex says in a strained voice, not bothering to acknowledge my presence at all.

Oh god, he's just embarrassed right? It is not because I am a bad kisser, or he regrets it, right? RIGHT? Oh my god, I really need to chill. This is why communication is important people! Alex walks off towards Vincent's gleaming sports car, away from the rowdy party and away from little old me. So, do I stay here then? Drink some more alcohol to reduce my woes? Then Vincent beckons me and like a sad little puppy I follow him and get into the car. I am feeling depressed, slightly drunk, and curious ok!

The ride back to the house is... quiet, the tension thick in the air. I notice a crisp Rolls Royce in the driveway, which certainly was not there before, and I presume it is Lord Ansthruper-Calthorpe's. I wonder who he is, and why he is a lord? He certainly has the name for it! I would personally prefer to be known as Queen or Luna, but you have to take what they give you. We all get out of the car at relatively the same time, but Alex does not wait for anyone and storms into the house. His actions are despicable! And to think, I was going to willingly give him my virginity in a parking lot! Any good feelings I was feeling towards Alex have swiftly dissipated into the familiar feelings of anger, torment and fury!

As I enter into the house, I am overcome by Lord Ansthruper-Calthorpe's foreign scent. I have come to view this mansion as mine, and an unfamiliar scent like his is making me want to claim my territory. Lord Ansthruper-Calthorpe is a lycan, an entitled one at that judging by his finery and aristocratic mannerisms. The gleaming crystal cane in his right hand and the salt and pepper look in his hair juxtaposes against his youthful skin, highlighting the fact that he is most likely older then he looks. For a Lycan, you could be two thousand years old and still look to be in your early forties. His build tells of a lean body beneath his wintry garb and his expression is serious but not unkind. He is fitter looking then I expected, and his eyes are dark brown, framed by graceful brows.

"Ah, your highness. A pleasure to meet with you once again." Lord Ansthruper-Calthorpe exclaims as he bows to Alex.

Your highness? Bowing? He is treating Alex like he is royalty! I am so confused, have I missed something here?

"I think it's best if we talk in private. Follow me to my office, it is soundproof in there." Alex explains hurriedly.

Well, that's rude! As Alex, Ana, Jorden and Lord Ansthruper-Calthorpe all disappear into the office, I am left still in the hallway with a gaping mouth. What is going on? As the intruding Lord turns to shut the door, his eyes catch mine, surprise and suspicion alight in his gaze, eyeing me dangerously. He then shuts the door, effectively shutting me out of whatever's going on.