Hiding the Alpha's Heir (Desmond and Seraphina)

Chapter 15: New Demand

"Unfortunately, His Lordship did not like the outcome of his tuxedo."

"What?!" I slammed the table upon hearing Sir Elron had returned this day after Desmond's tuxedo had been finished the other day and was delivered yesterday.

"Seraphina..." Niscia halted me from almost making a commotion. "You need to calm down," she said softly, placing her hands on my shoulders. "No..." I shook my head. "I cannot possibly calm down from what I was hearing right now..." I said through gritted teeth. "We spent one week and five days just so we can finish his tuxedo! And he would tell us that his master doesn't like the outcome? Outrageous!"

"Seraphina..." I removed the hands of Niscia from my shoulders. I just couldn't help getting annoyed hearing this from Desmond's butler.

That son of a bitch... He had the nerve to say that he didn't like how we sewed for his tuxedo? Damn him! He must go to hell!

"What is the commotion here?"

We all turned our heads when Madam Ibanez who had just arrived from her shop. Wanting to let out my frustration with what was happening right now, I stayed behaved when she halted in front of me with her arching eyebrow.

"I can hear your screeching voice even from kilometers away. Can you not know how to tone down your voice?" I lowered my head when she raised her voice.

Biting my lower lip and wanting to talk back, I bowed my head, apologizing. "Do forgive me, madam." It would be better if I wouldn't say anything to cause a dispute with her. Knowing this bitch right here, she wouldn't dare to step back unless I smack her head off.

Hearing her scoff, she turned her head at Sir Elron. "What is Lord Verlice's concern?" If from before Madam Ibanez had this sweet tone in her voice every time she would mention Desmond's surname, right now, her voice sounded firm and unhappy. Her eyes looked like she had been insulted as soon as she saw that the tailored tuxedo was returned.

If I was a new employee of Madam Ibanez, I would get awed at her sudden change of attitude.

But I knew better. She looked unhappy because she never wanted to resort to returning the payment if one of her clients was displeased at the handwork of her workers.

"My master doesn't like the outcome of his tuxedo."

Madam Ibanez's forehead was creasing. "What do you mean he did not like it? We only followed his demand," she said through gritted teeth. Sir Elron gently bowed his head. "It is unfortunate to inform you that he has changed his mind."

"So? What does he want? Does he want me to return the payment he bestowed?" There was annoyance smeared on Madam Ibanez's voice. He shook his head and smiled gently. "He has another demand and promises that he shall not take back the payment. Instead, if you meet his demand, Marquis Verlice shall pay triple the price of the tuxedo he paid."

"What?" I parroted, not liking the words he uttered. "Triple the price for another demand?" I asked bitterly.

Sir Elron glanced at me and nodded his head. "Indeed, you are correct," he answered.

What did Desmond think? What on earth was this madness about?

"Madam-" I was about to object to this as I didn't like the condition that was going to be set later but Madam Ibanez spoke.

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My eyes widened when she asked that. I even looked at Niscia finding this insane. I suddenly felt frightened not wanting to know this demand that came from Desmond.

Knowing Desmond, I knew that it was a kind of madness that he was going to demand something. He would always want the impossible to be possible. I already knew what he already thought and he never changed even though seven years had already passed.

"His Lordship wants a new tuxedo which must be personally made by Lady Seraphina."

"What?!" My voice raised as I gasped in no time. "Why me?" I asked, panicking.

What the hell was wrong with you, Desmond?!

"Also," he paused and glanced at Madam Ibanez. "He also wants her to make his tuxedo to where His Lordship is staying."

"That's absurd!" I immediately turned

my head at Madam Ibanez as I

could feel my heart pounding so wild. I could even feel a warm breeze come to pass through my nape as I felt shivers down my spine. "M-Madam Ibanez, please!" begged, shaking my head when she looked in my way. "I do not want to do it! He would only just harass me!"

There. I said it.

Desmond would only harass me and would make things complicated if he was around. I couldn't possibly make his own tuxedo that he wanted. "Why me?" I asked Sir Elron when Madam Ibanez didn't say anything. "What does he want from me and he chose me to sew his freaking tuxedo?!" I clenched my hands.

Sir Elron drew out a small smile. "Be careful on how you slander my master, Lady Seraphina. Please remember his noble rank and he can easily trample you down like a speck of dust."

I pursed my lips into a thin line when his voice suddenly turned frigid and firm. Judging by how he was acting I was curious to know if he was a new pack member of Desmond after I was gone. I knew everyone back in the Rising Diamond pack. But I did not meet any man that has the

name, Elron.

I knew Desmond wouldn't just hire someone that wasn't from his pack. So, probably, Sir Elron was a member of Desmond's pack.

That was for sure.

"I accept the condition."

I gasped and instantly turned my head at Madam Ibanez when she spoke now. That made me feel nervous upon hearing that she was agreeing to this condition Desmond had set.

"B-But madam!" I protested.

She summoned her hand to halt me. "Not a word. You are not the one who makes decisions here, Seraphina." She glared at me. I felt like anytime, she could strangle me. If so, I was so ready to kick her annoying face.

"But it is also my right to refuse this! I am the one who shall make his tuxedo after all!" I couldn't care less now that I talked back to her. I just didn't want to be the one who must make Desmond's new tuxedo and do it where he was staying.

I could tell... I could already tell his hatred because of what I did to sever our mate bond. I knew that he couldn't just easily forgive me for what I did and I never wanted to ask for forgiveness as he betrayed me.

He didn't have the right to even see our son after telling Hazel that I was infertile after all.

I hissed when an instant, Madam Ibanez used her wolf speed to grab my hair and made me bury my face to the table. I growled and held her wrist. I was about to snap it back when she gripped my hair so tight I almost whimpered.

"And I have the right to pay your

wage or not, she said through gritted

Make teeth. "Choose, Seraphina.

Make your good stay here and have overtine in my shop or you shall do Lord Verlice's tuxedo and you can go home so early?" I hissed when she gripped my hair more.

My hands were itching to reach her dress as I wanted to tear her face right now. This woman had no idea that I was a good fighter when I hadn't met Desmond. She must not underestimate me as I could kill her in an instant if I want to.

"Choose now or I shall throw you to jail and tell them that you have stolen something in my shop. Perhaps, you did not want to see your son, no?" She smiled wickedly.

I growled. "You bitch..." Just the mere mention of my name was enough to trigger something inside me.

Not my son. I was ready to do anything to provide him with anything and bestow all the fortunes I kept working hard for.

"Choose," she commanded before she forced me to look at Sir Elron.

When our eyes met, his eyes didn't show any compassion. His eyes remained stoic. With the way he was looking at me, it was as if he was belittling

me.

"Answer!"

I flinched when she shouted in my ear. I growled one more time before I looked away. "Fine! I will do it!" I said, forcing myself to accept it.