Hiding the Alpha's Heir (Desmond and Seraphina) novel Chapter 12

"You must be..." Desmond paused, acting like he wanted to know my name.

I froze to my ground, unable to speak. Shivers kept coming, seeing his stare piercing me. Talk, Seraphina! Talk!

"I—"

"Her name is Seraphina, one of my seamstresses. She will be the one taking your measurement, Lord Verlice," Madam Ibanez answered.

I inhaled almost sharply when I heard Madam Ibanez say Lord Verlice. I almost pinched myself for failing to hear the surname, Verlice. How could I ignore it at all times?

Verlice surname was only owned by Desmond himself. The devil in disguise!

"I see. Seraphina, it is..." I snapped back, feeling my heart was about to explode as I faced my mate I rejected who was also my former husband. I felt shivers down my spine when he mentioned my name as if he was tasting it, wanting to see if it was according to his taste or not.

I could feel my hands fidgeting right now when I came to see Oakley, one of his Betas, who was settling beside him. Our eyes met but he didn't react that he was facing his former Luna of the Rising Diamond pack.

"Shall we begin the measurement then? I am kind of in a hurry right now," Desmond said.

I glanced at Desmond hearing his soft, subtle tone. But I knew better than anyone else here that kind of tone was just an act so he would look kind and gentle. He was hiding his true self which was menacing and frightening.

"Come on now, Seraphina. Go on." I flinched when Madam Ibanez placed her hands on my shoulders and pinched me which almost made me bark at her. I glared at her, wanting to slap the heck out of her.

But she only widened her eyes, warning me that if I dared to humiliate her in front of our new client, she was going to kill me. That was for certain.

Smiling bitterly, I took the measuring tape and approached... my former mate. Every step I took was getting heavy just by walking in his direction. The authority and eerie aura he had right now was making me shiver while his amber eyes were darting at me.

I felt like I was courting my death once I was in front of him. But I could tell that I felt intoxicated just by having his presence succumb to my whole being right now.

I just hope Madam Ibanez realized how uncomfortable I was. But... I knew that it was impossible that she cared for her workers' feelings. She never cared at all.

"My lord, I will take you some measures." I thanked myself for finally finding my voice. I was thankful that I didn't falter in my voice or else, I knew that he would realize that everything was a mess for me right now.

Relax, Seraphina. Remember what Desmond did to you.

At that moment, my expression changed into an earnest one and made me stiffer than before. I instantly felt my blood boil upon remembering him and Hazel. He made me a fool. He was a bastard and didn't deserve to know my son after all!

"Very well," Desmond said while he was facing me and removed his blazer.

I eyed him up and down as I gulped when his lean body was penetrating his tunic. I could see his body built that still looked firm and well-toned. Gulping, I stepped forward until I was in front of him.

"Lord Verlice, I will say it now. I thank you for the opportunity for choosing us to sew your customized tuxedo," Madam Ibanez said with a rejoicing tone.

"Please kneel a little," I said softly as I could already tell that once she started talking, it would be nonstop and you had to force yourself to listen to every word she was going to say.

I straightened my back when I felt his hand on my side which was hidden from the point-blank vision from Madam Ibanez's point of view as the measuring tape was wrapped around his collar. My eyes widened when I looked at Desmond whose lips were stretching out to a small smirk.

"I must say thank you for coming here," Desmond said as I almost gasped when I felt his thumb grazing my flank which sent shivers down my spine.

If someone was looking at our position, no one would suspect that he was touching me. Because I was too close to him to measure his collar and chest, it would be mistaken that it would be an accident that Desmond touched me.