My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 99

Even though Kanan did whatever he could to improve my mood during the ball, Mr. Parson's words circled inside my head the whole night long. As terrifying as it all sounded, I knew that he was right. If I could become a part of the negotiation squad and sign my name on the peace treaty that would secure my position in the vampire world. The problem was, there would be Elora's name on that treaty as well, right next to Sariel's, because she still remained the damn queen and vampires' legal representative. When I found myself back inside my chamber I became even more restless.

"God, this is so frustrating!" I shouted, looking at the bathroom mirror.

By the time I washed my face and prepared myself for bed, I already knew that it was going to be a sleepless night. My entire life, the hatred towards werewolves had increased. Even though there were exceptions, like Ezra and my mother, I couldn't talk to any wolf without even an ounce of spitefulness. Was I prejudiced? I surely was. Could I change it? Certainly not within a day or two. I couldn't see myself as anything near being neutral while talking to werewolves, not to mention talking to those from my father's pack. Talking to those wolves from the Northern pack didn't sound good either.

"How could I ever "side" with someone like Draven?! He is like a caveman!" My frustration arose by the time I recalled Draven's words and the way he looked at me later during the ball. "Besides, what am I supposed to persuade the wolves and vamps to do?! Play nice and don't kill each other?!"

I sucked as a politician. I threw myself on the bed and started hitting pillows with my fist to release all of my confusing emotions. I couldn't comprehend what role I should play in this mess, according to Mr. Parson. Did he think that the Northern pack's wolves would listen to me because I was the daughter of an Alpha? It was naïve to think it would be this simple, and besides, who would even want to listen to me, and why? Sariel didn't even tell me that he was planning to negotiate peace between races. I bet that if he planned this as a King it would only be natural if the Queen joined him. According to Mr. Parson, it was crucial for me to take part in those discussions, but it wasn't going to happen unless I had been invited by the King, who already decided to leave me out in the dark with it, or Alpha Draven, and I couldn't find a reason why he would want me there. It hurt a lot knowing that Sariel's decision made it harder for me to become fully acknowledged by the vampire society. I even started to think that he felt comfortable in the situation where he had Elora by his side, and I patiently waited for the moment he decided to generously give me some of his attention. I hated this situation more and more, and I was willing to do whatever it took to change it. I just had no idea how…

I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling all night long. Anxiety and depression kept arising within me, leading me to all kinds of gloomy and miserable conclusions. By the time dawn came, I was almost convinced that it would never be Sariel's priority to get rid of Elora and let me stand by his side as his official wife. He hadn't spared me a glance during the entire ball, although I was certain he could have used any kind of pretense to find me. He didn't even care that I was talking to other men, although he had used to be incredibly jealous before. It wasn't that I missed his possessiveness, but I would rather have had his attention instead of Alpha Draven's. I knew I was greedy, but Sariel was the man I loved. I think I had the right to want him for myself.

At eight o'clock, Martha came with breakfast and an expected question: "How was the ball?"

I sighed heavily as a response.

"That bad?" she asked, concerned.

I knew I had to tell her everything in detail, otherwise, she would keep asking a series of questions until she satisfied her curiosity. I ate breakfast releasing my frustrations on the food, frequently stabbing different vegetables with my fork, and told Martha everything that had happened.

"Wow…" she sighed once I finished my story, "What are you going to do? Will you try talking to Alpha Draven?"

"I am not really in the position to get involved in the negotiations. As much as I hate to admit it, it is up to Sariel and Elora to talk to members of the Northern pack. I'm pretty much a nobody…" I smiled bitterly.

"So, are you going to give up, just like that?" she asked with a scolding tone.

"What else can I do?! Beg Sariel?! Even when he was the one who didn't even mention his plans for negotiations in the first place?!" I burst out.

"Please, don't take it out on me. I am only trying to help you." Martha lowered her gaze.

"I… I'm sorry…" I muttered, "It's just… I don't know anything about the vampire-werewolf conflict. Maybe I shouldn't get involved in this and just look for other opportunities to receive acknowledgment in the future…"

I hated to admit it, but I was giving up without a fight. Perhaps some part of me was scared of finding those "alpha genes" Mr. Parson mentioned within me. I knew he meant me having my father's blood running in my veins, and I didn't think I could ever embrace the fact that I inherited anything from that sick bastard. Of course, I knew how genetics worked. I was aware that my super genes were created from his DNA combined with my mother's DNA, but when I heard the name "alpha genes", chills ran down my spine. Perhaps having genes from two Alphas should make me a natural-born leader, even if I wasn't a werewolf. The problem was, I had always felt like I was a natural-born coward, and I still felt like one.

"No!" Martha stood up, frowning at me. "Talk to the King! He has to listen to you! Don't give up unless you talk to him!" She looked into my eyes, demandingly.

I smiled nervously at her. I had never seen her so determined before, not to mention that it was the first time she decided to object to me.

"Ok!" I called out, chuckling, "I will try to talk to Sariel first, all right?"

"You'd better do so." She crossed her hands over her shoulders.

"Anything else?" I smiled teasingly.

"Yes." She pouted, "You need to tell me what the King said."

"I will, I promise."