Chapter 41
Gabriel unceremoniously immediately plopped down on the smaller couch closer to the entrance, and asked his students to sit on the larger couches that were just in front of him, on his left and right sides. Celia was already mixed between the other watcher students, so she could’ve chosen any part of the couch she preferred to take a seat on.
But perhaps feeling a bit nervous and conscious to sit too close to the man that had made her lose her breath earlier in the amphitheater, she decided to sit down near Gabriel’s left side, on the part of the couch also closest to the entrance, and at the same time the part furthest from the king. This was her intention, one she wasn’t able to follow through unfortunately, as Gabriel spoke just when she was about to lower herself to the couch’s level.
“You are the alpha Celia, please sit on the other end of the couch.” He smilingly said and pointed to where she should move to.
Celia did not understand why her position entitled her to move to the other end, when Gabriel as a teacher was near the entrance, regardless of his rank. But she also had no valid reasons to refuse her teacher’s words, so she listened to him and sat where he said, although she did not feel comfortable to do so, as the other side of the couch was the closest to the king’s desk. Being so close to the king, a distinct lovely smell enveloped her nose, even more than when she had entered, making her heart “pate increase.
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With her nervousness almost shooting through the roof, as she was afraid that the king certainly be able to hear her elevated heartbeat, Celia became even more anxious. But as her aloof face rarely showed such emotions on her expressions, on the outside she looked quite calm. A calmness that she soon also felt on the inside of her heart, realizing that her state of anxiousness could also be attributed to the solemn moment of being introduced to his highness.
A few moments later, as the watcher students waited patiently for the king, Salas signed the last document he was checking, then placed the closed file on his desk. With his urgent matters taken care of, the tall man rose on his feet and buttoned the coat of his black suit, before making his way to the couch nearest his desk.
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Seeing him move, all the students as well as Gabriel tried to stand up and bow, but in response to their greeting, he immediately raised his hand to stop them, and also affirmed his gesture with his
words.
– “Please take a seat, there is no need to bow. We are between family, as we are now in the same pack
The watcher packs are all smaller parts of the royal pack. There is no need for other formalities.”
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elin’s heart skipped a beat hearing his voice. And the fact that he had referred to them as family only served to unsettle her more, but luckily, because of her expressionless face, one could not tell
such a thing.
At his words, the students took their seat again, while Salas also approached the smaller couch.
“Well then, you all know my name. Please tell me yours.” He said as soon as he was in front of them, while he looked directly in Celia’s eyes.
The close distance between them, as Salas coincidently or not, chose the end of the couch nearer Celia’s position to sit, rather than the middle of the couch, made her feel once again nervous, for the tenth time today.
Not to mention, to be under his scrutinizing gaze, to be watched by his ocean blue eyes that did not seem to even blink, Celia felt her heart enrapt by him in its entirety, making her unable to look anywhere else but in his sparkling clear irises. From far away she had thought he was beautiful, but as she avoided as much as she could to stare at him for too long, she had failed to realize just how handsome he truly was, breathtakingly so.
“M–my name is Celia Blair.” She answered with a bit of a lower tone, an evident stammer. She had no problems speaking before, she had never stuttered, but she did just now. Her cheeks quickly turned pink hearing her own words, while her interlaced fingers that rested on her lap clenched together tighter, whitening her knuckles. At this point, she could only hope they would all assume this reaction was also because of his illustrious position amongst them.
“Nice to meet you, Miss Blair. I have high hopes for our first female watcher.” His baritone voice tingled her ears, as he showed a small smile. Didn’t everyone say he did not smile? She thought, as she tried to keep the small gasp she felt like releasing inside her chest.
“I feel honored, your highness.” Celia replied, successfully managing not to slur her words this time.
“The fight for the alpha position was especially inspiring. You chose your team well.” Salas sincerely commended Celia. It was after all a true fact that she had handpicked her own team. If her pack members had noticed this fact, the hundred year old werewolf king of course would know it even
better.
