Rem stared at the table.
Nia added, “I got an idea—you know what Jemma would do?”
“Why onEarthwould I want to know that?” Rem asked, so many distasteful feelings swirling inside of her as she frowned.
Nia pressed on. “She’d go over there and flaunt herself, asking to have a private moment with him, just like he suggested earlier.”
“What if he leads me on?” she blurted out, like any of that mattered. He could sleep with a hundred females if it meant she still succeeded, in the end. And yet, itdidmatter, to some confused part of Rem. “I don’t even know him.”
“Oh, I don’t think he’d lead you on. We all knew he was serious with Jemma when the other females got swatted away.”
Why was it so hard to ignore the way her ‘fur was matted’, when she knew none of this mattered? She was only doing this because of Fiona, not for herself.
She was learning that she was not very good at putting on a fake smile. “I don’t even know where I’d begin when flirting with him, if I’m to be honest.”
“Well, I’ll tell you this—most of us shifters like boldness. We’re raised that way, and it’s in our nature. It’s how we communicate. You just have to take advantage of the moments when they present themselves. Once you do, he’ll follow. He even said so himself.”
Rem cracked the faintest smile. “Okay… I’ll… I don’t know. Maybe eat something, first… So, what of you? Do you boldly flirt, then?”
Nia raised a proud brow. “Of course, I do. I just haven’t met anyone lately to catch my interest. I am rather picky.”
Rem laughed, and it felt like medicine, trying to imagine Nia being picky when presented with a row of gorgeous shifters. Rem and her friend Rachel used to rank the men, especially when the hunters visited.
The smile slowly fell, those memories now from another life.
Taking her gaze and mind off the Alpha and all the new drama surrounding him, she casually observed the human servants who were dressed in well-crafted brown garb with white strands around their waist. It was another odd concept for her, to be doted on as if she were esteemed.Soon I won’t even be human anymore.They’ll know me as nothing but a shifter.
Of course, her eyes eventually drifted back to Ronan. He wasn’t close, but he was close enough that she could see his facial expressions. It was hard not to wonder what he thought of the she-wolves thatstillsurrounded him. Did he want them? Did he like them more than Rem?
He looked at one and spoke to her, to which she laughed.
Rem hotly looked back to the green field, the sound of the beautiful music in the distance unable to soothe her agitated heart.
Skewers of cooked meat were placed before her, along with platters of cubed raw, red muscle sprinkled with green onion, bowls of bread, plates of butter, and bowls of fruit. Rem picked up a skewer and looked at it, struggling to find an appetite.I can’t believe it. I have feelings for him. At least, I definitely have a crush. What if he flirts with another Silver?
She glanced back at the Alpha, wondering if he’d be touching the female. It was almost an act of self-harm to indulge in a stolen glimpse.
Her breath hitched when she looked his way.
Ronan’s eyes were already on her.
He took a drink from a chalice on his table; the females stood up and were leaving his area. His gaze was curious, like he was observing something inquisitive to him. He stood out among the moving shifters, leaning back in his large chair, so poised and imperious.
She wanted to blush, to look away, but she was also still bothered by what she had just felt. Was she just another, special female in his lineup of women? Would he bed those females, then Rem, then another Silver after her?
Did any of that even matter?
There was no room for personal attachment, not in her situation. He said he liked it when she was bold. Her gaze pivoted between him and the females that left, reminding herself that he still had to choose a Silver mate, in the end.
She couldn't waste this attention he was giving her. Rem embraced the dormant feelings deep within for the Alpha and gave him a curious rise of her brow, as if to ask why he was watching her.
He mimicked the raise of the brow without skipping a beat, and her heart flickered with excitement.
He's toying with me.
A weightlessness numbed her bones.He has to choose one of us. The rest mean nothing.She couldn't suppress a smile and looked away, trying to stitch her lips back together. That only gave her face the appearance of being possessed.
Of course, she looked back almost immediately. His eyes were still watching, his brow rising further and his head gently lowering to lock his gaze.
