The Dark Side Of Fate by Karima Sa'ad Usman novel Chapter 75

~Sylvester~

I heard my mother enter our room, and I wondered what she wanted with Tamia; I was still battling with my cufflink, so I remained. I didn't interrupt her.

My mother's words touched my heart. I knew Susan had been trying to reach me since she arrived but I ignored her.

Glenda had come to see me in the office twice, and by the third time, I had banned her from my wing.

The woman was obnoxious hence why Dominic still found it hard to commit to her fully.

I was sure that if Dominic met someone like Tamia, he would change.

I had to ask her how she would feel if I tried to turn Dominic away from her, and she got the message.

I thought it was stupid of her to try to get me to see Susan knowing that I was mated to Tamia.

I was glad that my mother took the initiative.

I exited the closet when my mother left and saw Tamia.

She looked breathtaking. If the event wasn't important, I would have peeled off her clothes and taken her on the spot.

Her tummy was flat, and I wished her bump was showing like Linda's just so Leo would know to keep off.

I trusted my woman and knew she would only have eyes for me.

I also took comfort in the fact that Devin would not be attending the event.

I did not know his reasons, but Marcel had put someone to watch him, just in case he was up to no good.

I still could not forget that he believed he should be lord because he killed my father.

Inviting Devin without my consent was going to cost Joan and Pamela. I just needed the games to be over before I made my move.

We arrived at the ballroom and everyone stared at us.

I heard the whispers, and I ignored them.

It was mainly envious folks. They made it sound like I took someone's wife and made Tamia seem like she was a social climber.

I was glad Tamia wasn't listening or maybe she heard and just chose to ignore it. Either way, her mood wasn't affected.

I did not miss the multiple lustful eyes that looked at Tamia; I had to growl to make them stop, but there were people that couldn't help it. My mate and soon-to-be wife had that effect. She was captivating.

We sat at the table, joining my friends, their mates and my mother.

I did not miss the eastern Alphas that angrily left the hall. With how they looked at Marcel and Theo, I figured they were Avery and Linda's exes, and I knew the women were enjoying it.

The Alphas lined up to greet me, and when it was Leo's turn, I could see he had it bad.

The man seemed like he had fallen on hard times. He had dark circles, and his eyes weren't lively.

He stared at Tamia with regret and longing but dared not express it. Tamia was no longer a member of his pack, so he could not link her.

He walked away and I could tell he wished things had happened differently.

If it weren't for the letters exchanged between us, I might have beat him up for what he did to Tamia, but all was water under the bridge now.

I had fun at the party and Tamia and I danced and socialised with people.

Tamia and I went to sit at our table when Susan walked in.

She looked elegant. She looked so good, and I knew it was deliberate. I was a bit pissed off that they would allow her into the party, but I kept it together; there was no time that I wouldn't have to face her; besides, she was the one who left me; it was okay to be civil.

I was still thinking of how to handle seeing her when the scent came. Roses and mint.

Knight growled in my head, and he began to do somersaults.

I felt an overwhelming giddiness in me, and I tried to fight it. My eyes stayed glued to her.

Everything faded in those moments. My hands were itching to touch her, my lips were begging to kiss her, and my entire system was out of control. No one existed. Nothing mattered. I looked at her and our eyes met.

"Mate," the words escaped my lips effortlessly, and she smiled and responded.

"Mate," I did not hear her voice, but I read her lips, and she was coming for me.

I wanted to take her away from that place. There were colours around her, and the swirl of colours blurred out the crowd, making me zero in on her. She was my focus, the centre of my attention.

Someone was trying to link me, I could feel it poking at the sides of my mind, but I was closed off. All I wanted was Susan. All I needed was her, and Knight wanted to go for it.

"Sylvester," I heard a faint fearful voice call out to me, but I did not care; it did not matter. I just wanted Sussan.

"Mate," Knight kept saying, and her scent filled my senses. I knew something was wrong, but I couldn't figure it out.