The Hidden Luna Queen (Maeve and Xaden) novel Chapter 97

XADEN POV

“Well…” Henry slumped back in his chair with a huff. “I’m certainly glad that’s over with. Holding a meeting after a long night is always rough.”

It just so happened that, the morning immediately following the banquet, the two of us were scheduled to hold a brief, private conference regarding our men stationed near the border. With tensions increasing every passing day between us and the Bear Shifters, it didn’t hurt to err on the edge of caution, which we both agreed was the best course of action.

The timing, however, was indeed rather… inconvenient.

“Tell me about it,” I drawled, crossing my arms. “Last night, Maeve was—”

Henry released a loud sigh as he rubbed a hand over his tired face, drawing my keen attention. And, for the first time that morning, the prominent circles under his eyes became very apparent, making me wonder what on earth happened in the hours following the banquet. “No offense, little brother,” he said, “but I could use a break from hearing that name for the rest of the day.”

I arched an eyebrow. “What’s your problem with my mate’s name?”

“After that disastrous spat with your intended, Isabelle was practically inconsolable last night,” Henry muttered pensively. “I spent what felt like hours trying to get her to calm down.”

Based on his words alone, I was prepared to show even the smallest ounce of pity for him, had it not been for the smug smile that slowly spread across his face. That was not the look of a man fatigued from hours of fighting with his wife. As a man who partook in the joys of the flesh, I knew exactly what that smile meant.

What a child, I couldn’t help but think.

“Yes,” I deadpanned. “I cannot imagine how tiresome that must have been for you.”

Henry shrugged. “It was not an easy task, but you do what you can for your mate. She took what happened very personally, you know..”

I suppressed a groan. I was sick of that woman always playing the victim. All she seemed to want to do was make Maeve out to be the bad guy, no matter what she did.

“Well, can you blame Maeve for standing up for herself?” I sharply retorted, not caring in the slightest that he winced upon hearing her name. “Your wife threw cheap shots at her expense, and all for what? Was she supposed to just sit there and take it like a champ—or let herself empty her stomach in front of everyone because of the stunts Isabelle pulled?”