From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88 Cheap Glass

Chapter 88 Cheap Glass

ELOISE.

I stepped a bit closer, lowering my voice just enough to keep it lethal.

“And as for civilised behavior? Most rogues have honor in their hearts more than you have in your entire body. At least they don’t have to show their entire skin to get people to notice them. It smells like desperation in here, and it isn’t coming from me.”

Lillian’s face turned into a shade of purple that I didn’t know was possible.

“You–you feral bitch.”

Summer quickly grabbed Lillian’s arm, her perfect sister mask cracking. She saw people starting ti stare, not at me but at Lillian’s outburst.

“Thats enough, Lillian.” Summer hissed.

She turned back to me, her voice trembling with suppressed anger.

“Enjoy the auction, Eloise. It’s all about history and fine art, things you probably didn’t learn while you were sleeping in caves.”

She turned on her heels and marched away, her heels clicking aggressively against the marble. I wanted to shout after her to try not to fall since she was shaking from so much anger. But I decided not to say that and just keep things cool.

“Wow,” Olivia whispered, looking at me with wide eyes. “I think you just made the wolf of her friend want to crawl into a hole and never come out.”

“I didn’t know you were this savage.”

“Well, this side of me only comes out when I want to prey on the weak that think they are strong,” I told her with a smile.

“Wow, you’re so cool,” she said, and I just laughed. She was looking at me like I had just grown two heads or maybe more

“She started the whole thing,” I said, smoothing my dress.

“Now, let’s go see what they’re auctioning off. I have a feeling the night is just getting started.”

They were probably waiting to see me stumble, but me? I was ready to give them a fucking show.

This gala wasn’t as formal and stiff as traditional moon ceremonies. There were tables scattered everywhere, and guests were whispering and gossiping with their flute of champagne in hand. It was basically a high society world pit where people came to judge each other’s outfits, who was using the best hair, best shoes, and the best purse.

As the auctioneer started presenting the first few items–antique daggers and rare herbs–Summer spotted us. She was sitting at a prime table with her usual pack of followers. I call them vultures.

“Eloise! There are two empty chairs right here! Come sit with us!” Summer called out, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.

Before I could decline, she hopped up and caught my arm. Her grip was hard, her class slightly digging into my sleeve. I saw the flash of triumph in her eyes. She wanted me close so she could humiliate me in front of her friends.

Fine, I thought. You want a front row seat to your own disaster? Be my guest.

I wasn’t going to refuse to sit there because Summer was very delusional, and she could think I was scared of sitting with her and her group of vultures. But I didn’t give a fuck.

Not like I cared what she and her stupid friends thought. I looked at Olivia and nodded. We took our seats, and I made sure to sit comfortably, dropping my clutch on the table.

“Thanks, Summer. That’s very thoughtful of you.” I said with a calm smile.

I acted like I belonged there more than any of them, which I knew would drive Summer crazy.

“Everyone, you remember my sister, Eloise. But I call her Ellie, I’m the only one who can call her that. You know, sister privileges, and she’s about to be our Queen, so y’all should respect her,” she said with a smile. “And this is our cousin, Olivia. Please, try to be patient with them; they’ve not been around civilization in a while.” Summer said.

“The nerve of this bitch,” Olivia muttered, and I nudged her slightly. There was no point in answering Summer right now.

The girls at the table traded smirks. Their eyes traveled over to me with obvious disgust. They didn’t see the healer, the survivor, or even the Queen. They saw a girl who was tainted by rogues.

And I didn’t give a flying fuck.

A girl in a dark blue designer dress let out a sharp giggle.

“Honestly, these events are losing their prestige. I feel like they just let anyone walk into their events these days.”

The girl next to her, who had long, perfectly curled hair, leaned back and sniffed the air.

“I agree. You can almost smell the dirt in the forest. People think they can just put on a dress and pretend they aren’t wild animals.”

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