Chapter 84 Protect Her Well
Aelira’s POV
“I should be the one asking that.”
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Before I can reply to Mary’s aggressive inquiry, Daelor’s icy tone slices through the tension. His silver- gray eyes narrow as he locks eyes with his cousin.
“What brings you here? I distinctly remember sending an invitation only to my aunt Jennifer.”
I can sense the sudden shift in his Alpha presence as he challenges Mary. This bidding meeting necessitates stringent verification of resources–the invitation constitutes just one element. Accurate and complete resource verification reports and other relevant qualification documents are essential for anyone wishing to participate.
Mary’s self–assurance wavers under Daelor’s intense gaze. Her lips curl into a childish pout, fully aware of her breach of protocol. Instead of conceding her mistake, she shifts her glare back to me, her wolfish hostility palpable in the air.
“Sandra Leyric doesn’t have an invitation either!” she accuses, pointing across the room. “Daelor, get
her out of here!”
“Who claims I lack an invitation?”
A clear and assertive voice breaks through Mary’s accusations. I turn to see a polished she–wolf making her way toward us. Clad in a simple yet chic white suit, her purposeful walk enhances her presence. I can’t help but notice how much she resembles Dr. Nyven Leyric.
Mary scoffs derisively, her face contorting in contempt. “Sandra, quit pretending! The invitation is obviously from your brother. You must have snuck in.”
Nearby, Dr. Nyven Leyric chuckles dryly, lightly coughing into his hand before he speaks up.
“Actually, the invitation is indeed for Sandra. I’m the one who slipped in…”
Mary’s incredulity is evident. She sneers in disgust. “Sandra is your sister; of course, you’re on her
side!”
The suggestion that Dr. Leyric is being untruthful hangs heavy in the air, making me uneasy as I watch
the blatant hostility unfold.
“Alright, stop stirring up trouble.” Daelor’s patience clearly wears thin. He fixes Mary with a fierce look that sends a slight chill down my spine. “Stay put and behave.”
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When his naturally sharp features harden, they become genuinely intimidating. The impact is immediate–Mary’s combative exterior shatters, and her eyes well with unshed tears of humiliation.
Without uttering another word, she throws one last scornful glance at Sandra before bolting away.
Sandra doesn’t hide her triumphant smirk. Her gaze drifts to Daelor, admiration shining in her eyes. “Daelor…”
Before she can say more, Daelor redirects his attention to me, completely brushing aside her words.
“Let’s go to the resting den first.”
A wave of embarrassment washes over me. It’s impossible to overlook how Sandra is scrutinizing me, her gaze laced with thinly veiled animosity. Suddenly, I become keenly aware of the desire to avert any further confrontation.
“Don’t worry about it,” I hastily reply, grasping Oriana’s arm. “You go ahead and do your work. I’ll stick with Oriana.”
Daelor grins and takes my hand firmly, his warm fingers enveloping mine. “No, I need to see to you first.”
I instinctively attempt to pull back, feeling exposed by the public display of affection, but before l
manage to escape, Sandra steps closer.
“Daelor, who is this?” Her tone is courteous, yet her smile fails to reach her eyes.
“My mate, Aelira Sunmere.”
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His words land like stones in water. Sandra’s smile momentarily freezes, but she quickly regains her
composure, extending her hand toward me.
“Hello, Ms. Sunmere. I’m Sandra Leyric, the general manager of Leyric Pack Resources.”
“Hello, Miss Leyric,” I respond, shaking her hand. I notice the slight pressure she applies–not painful,
but surely intentional.
“Ms. Sunmere seems familiar?” She tilts her head slightly, eyebrows knitting as if trying to recognize
- me. “Has Daelor taken you out before?”
Beneath her seemingly innocent inquiry, I catch the underlying motive. She is far more subtle than
Mary or Lisa Cain, but her intent is unmistakable–she seeks to learn how long I’ve been part of
Daelor’s world.
Sadly for her, she has picked the moment to do this right in front of him.
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“Why are you so chatty today?” Daelor interjects sharply, turning toward Dr. Leyric, his impatience evident. “Did I not ask you to bring someone else?”
Dr. Leyric raises his hands in a gesture of helplessness. “The second choice is currently occupied…”
Daelor clearly doubts this explanation. He points an accusatory finger at his friend, who immediately raises his hands in a melodramatic display of surrender.
Without saying another word to either of the Leyric siblings, Daelor takes my hand once more. “Let’s
go.”
When we finally arrive at the private resting area, I quickly pull my hand away from his grip. My palms begin to sweat from the interaction. Pretending to be partners in such a high–pressure environment is certainly not for the faint–hearted.
“I arranged for someone to prepare some food in advance,” Daelor says, gesturing toward an elegantly presented platter on the coffee table. “You can start eating now.”
I nod appreciatively, suddenly recognizing my hunger. My pregnant wolf is constantly craving nourishment these days. “Daelor, you should hurry and take care of things…”
He chuckles, his expression softening his typically serious demeanor. “Alright, I understand. You eat
first. I’ll come get you later.”
“Alright.”
The moment the door shuts behind him, Oriana lunges for the food, quickly stuffing several delicate moon–berry pastries into her mouth.
“Daelor was so assertive in protecting his she–wolf just now!” she teases, her eyes sparkling with
delight.
I grab one of the pastries and promptly push it into her open mouth. “You can’t stop talking just
because you’re eating!”
“Hmm…” Oriana pats her chest, struggling to swallow. When she finally manages, she exclaims, “I’m not mistaken! Didn’t you see Sandra Leyric? She looked like she was about to be sick…”
In contrast to Oriana, who seems to find the whole scenario amusing, I genuinely feel anxious. This charade of being Daelor’s intended mate is creating enemies I never wanted to have.
“I haven’t even met Sandra before, and now we have mutual animosity,” I sigh.
“By the way…” Oriana’s expression shifts to one of contemplation as she reaches for another pastry. “Have you noticed that Sandra bears a slight resemblance to you? When I first saw her, I thought it
was you!”
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“How could that possibly be?” I laugh at the ridiculousness of It. “Clearly, we don’t look alike at all.”
Oriana strokes her chin, examining my face. “Your eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar.”
“No,” I insist, although something about her comment lingers at the corners of my thoughts.
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“If you say you don’t resemble each other, then you don’t,” Oriana concedes, returning her focus to the
food. “Hmm, this is delicious. You should try it.”
Just as we settle in to enjoy the impressive array of food, a knock sounds at the door. Oriana and I
exchange glances, wondering if Daelor has come back already.
The door swings open to reveal Jennifer Briarhallow, Daelor’s aunt. Her graceful appearance belies her
age–she could easily pass for someone in their late thirties or early forties.
“Aelira, I said I couldn’t find you anywhere, and here you are hiding in the resting den!” Her warm smile
is sincere as she enters the room.
I seamlessly slip back into my role. “Hello, Jennifer.”
“I haven’t seen you in a few days. Aelira is looking even more lovely!” She approaches my side and
takes my hand. “Since your last visit, Elowen has been thinking about you.”
“I have been thinking about Elowen as well,” I reply sincerely. Daelor’s grandmother has been
unexpectedly kind to me.
Jennifer suddenly glances at my wrist, confusion etching her brow. “Aelira, where is the bracelet Elowen gifted you? Why aren’t you wearing it?”
Her question takes me by surprise. “That piece is far too precious. I was worried it might get damaged,
so I decided to store it away.”
This isn’t untrue. After departing from the Briarhallow family estate, I attempted to return the silver
moonstone bracelet to Daelor, but he insisted I keep it, claiming it was a gift from his grandmother.
“You must take good care of that bracelet…” Jennifer’s eyes sparkle with excitement. “You have no idea, Daelor pleaded for quite a while before Elowen agreed to let him gift it to you.”
Her revelation leaves me momentarily speechless. “Daelor requested it from Elowen?”
“Indeed!”
