The Alpha King's Witch Bride
Chapter 127: _Progress On The Treaty

Chapter 127: _Progress On The Treaty

Kaelos’ POV

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I soon came to discover that Elder Davina had revealed to Odessa that she knew about our mate bond, causing the latter to get upset with me.

Why?

Well, because she felt lonely not being able to talk about our relationship with other people.

What business does she have relating our marriage to others anyway?

’Dude, don’t even start. You do the same thing with Elder Davina and to some extent... Marcellus.’ Damon muttered in my head after I stepped out of Odessa’s room.

I was correct about my suspicions of her awakening magic but unfortunately, she wasn’t able to track the rogue leader, Tonka, like I had hoped, instead finding out that the bastard is dead.

I was back to square one... Again.

’All I do with Elder Davina is seek guidance about being bonded to a witch... Who happens to be a hybrid now. I might be the first Alpha king in my bloodline to have such a problem.’ I said to Damon with a groan as I stepped into my office and closed the door behind me.

I grunted physically, pulling off my suit and flinging it on a couch in the office before I let out a sigh.

"What a hard day of barely accomplishing anything." I scoffed, sitting on the chair behind my desk and placing both my legs on top of it.

I sat back and relaxed, unbuttoning my shirt down to the third button before I grabbed the TV remote and turned it on.

I settled on one of the global news channels and grabbed a bottle of whiskey underneath my desk, pouring myself a glass.

The news reporter was reporting from a human-dominated city that cut off relations with both witches and werewolves... New York.

"Now a recap of the latest news in the ongoing peace treaties between the witches and werewolves of North America." The male reporter said, his face serious.

"While there’s relative peace in most of the continent since the treaty began, complaints have arisen from towns about so-called ’rogue werewolves’ who are against the current Alpha King’s rule."

Shit... This was a global news station.

Meaning the whole world would know how incompetent my reign was.

"Damn, rogues!" I cursed, turning off the television before I gulped down the entire glass of whiskey.

However, just when I was about to pour myself another glass, a knock sounded on my door, causing my eyebrows to furrow.

I wanted some alone time but reasoned that it might be something important.

"Come in."

The door swung open and Layla, my assistant, walked in, holding a stack of papers.

AKA... more work.

"What are those, Layla?" I queried, spinning my chair to face her as she closed the door behind her and began walking to my desk.

She had an awkward expression on her face as she dropped the papers on my desk before she spoke.

"The first stack is reports from your companies, sir. Business has slowly started picking up between the packs of North America and even beyond since the treaty."

Well, at least that was some good news.

I grabbed the first stack of papers and skimmed through the reports, nodding when I saw the impressive figures.

Something tells me the other paper Layla had for me would contain bad news. I was right...

"This stack is from the Luna Queen. She suggests that we throw a ball to create awareness of the war. Or something like that..." Layla explained, causing me to raise an eyebrow as I grabbed the papers.

We were literally in the middle of a war, barely a month into a fragile treaty and she was talking about throwing a party?

Throwing the welcoming ball for the South American Alpha king had taken a lot of resources which I still low-key regret using up till today.

"Celine, that little–" Before I could finish my curse, the door swung open, and Celine walked into the office like she owned the place.

Her steps were bold and elegant as she fixed her gaze on me and smiled brightly.

"Good afternoon, Alpha King. I see you’re back after your little... Trip last night." She blurted, glancing at Layla and giving her a silent look when she got in front of my desk.

Layla sighed lightly before she stepped back and walked away, closing the door behind her when she was out.

"Such a hard-working assistant," Celine said with a smile before she turned her gaze back to me. "Anyway, I’m sure she told you about the party I have planned. It’s a ball and–"

"No," I said bluntly, eyeing her with contempt one final time before I focused on sipping from my whiskey.

Celine was taken aback, blinking repeatedly as if the word ’no’ was foreign.

"What the heck do you mean by ’no’?" She queried, pouting her lips. "I– I’ve already made plans and sent out invitations to some of my noble friends. All the elite members of the pack are meant to attend and–"

"My point exactly," I said with a scoff, dropping my glass of whiskey and staring coldly at her. "Can you hear yourself speak? You want to throw a party for the elite when people are dying of hunger around the world because of this bloody war."

Celine’s eyelids fluttered repeatedly before she sniggered, taking me by surprise.

"If money is an issue, don’t fret. My mother and I will handle it."

Handle it? Hmph... I knew damn well that Madame Greyheart would be the ONLY one handling shit.

Celine was pathetic for someone who never stopped running her mouth about her status.

"Also, it’s going to be a charity event to raise awareness. It is going to be for the benefit of werewolves all around the continent. So what’s the issue?" She asked, rolling her eyes before she waved dismissively.

I clenched my jaw, parting my lips to say something but she just couldn’t stop talking.

"All I need is your approval. Also, if you agree." She paused, a sly smirk curling up her lips as she leaned in closer. "A surprise would be waiting for you that day."