His Blue Moon Princess
Chapter 60

... Put me back to my place? Is that b***h threatening me now? My wolf is on all fours, growling furiously already, ready to rip her head off any time. You're right. I won't let her speak that way to me. Not to us. She is the one who has no idea who she is talking to. I slam both hands on the table, looking at her eye to eye. I draw all the strength and anger I can from my wolf for the first time.

"Listen to me, King. I don't care about your money. I don't give a damn about your Clan, either. I don't need a pack, and I don't need support. I don't need anyone but myself. I don't take any threats from you, and I don't take orders from anyone. So, don't you ever dare speak to me that way again. If you want a fight, I will gladly give you one. You don't know me, and you have no idea what I'm capable of yet. But you are going to learn that the next time you have the nerve to come to claim my mate, I will give you a lesson you will remember. Are we clear?"

I stop, my eyes still burning with anger.

She is shivering with fear. Alexandra is staring at me with a shocked expression, completely speechless. She had stood up and taken a couple of steps back by instinct, scared by my wolf still furiously growling at her. I feel myself surrounded by something hot and fuming right now: my Alpha aura. "You... You're an... an Alpha?" She stammers.

Hell yeah, I am. Now she clearly wasn't expecting this from me. Moreover, she probably doesn't get yet that I'm not just an Alpha, but one with a Royal's blood, too. No wonder she got so frightened, despite being an Alpha herself. "Surprised? I hope you weren't expecting an easy fight. I'm not the type to submit."

Damian would be proud of me. My eyes are throwing daggers right now. I step forward, and Alexandra steps back right away, not hiding her fear.

"Now, you go back to wherever you came from, and don't you dare show your face around here anymore, because I promise I won't go easy on you next time."

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She grabs her bag in a very awkward way, her eyes on me all the time like she is expecting me to attack her. Truthfully, I have a hard time holding back my inner wolf, who is dying to give that woman what she deserves.

"We are not done, Bluemoon. You and Damian will definitely regret this..." She mutters while stepping back.

"Scram!"

She runs off, and I'm still trembling with anger. I can't believe what just happened, and I can't calm down, either. A lot of eyes are on me, but I don't really care right now.

I close my eyes, using Elena's technique to calm down my wolf. I was that close to letting her out when that wretched woman opened her mouth again. But I'm still in the restaurant, in front of a lot of surprised customers. I just can't. Calm down, Nora, calm down... "Nora?"

I turn around. It's Narcissa. She doesn't look annoyed this time, just cautious. I guess my little number left an impression on everyone. She points out the kitchen, giving me an understanding look.

"Go, we can handle it here. Take a break if you need one."

"No, I'm okay. Thank you, Narcissa."

She nods, and I quickly walk to the kitchen, getting away from all the stares, including some from my colleagues. When I step in the kitchen, Chef Michel gives me a questioning look, but I just gesture him not to ask. I quickly replace somewhere to help, and I try to immerse myself into work to forget it all.

But I just can't. That woman's words keep going in circles in my mind, and I'm unable to forget them. At some point, I step out, because I'm unable to calm down, and at this rate, I'm going to make a mistake. I rub my temples. "Nora, come here."

I walk up to join Chef Michel at the pass, and I just rest my back against the wall while he is checking the orders and passing plates. He gives me a quick look before placing the fruits on a dessert and yells an order to the rest of the team. After a few seconds, when everyone else is busy, he starts talking while keeping track of everything else.

"How are you?"

"Not great, Chef..." I confess.

"Elise just told me what happened."

"I'm sorry, Chef."

"Don't be."

He gives a new order that just came into the staff, and I help him arrange the entrees in the meanwhile.

"You can't always be nice to everyone, Nora. It's not the world we live in, and it's not what we were born for, either. Especially if you're an Alpha. Fight for what you want. Or who."

"But even if I do, that woman, she's right."

We keep working side by side, talking while not even looking at each other, focused on whichever plate we have to get ready.

"I don't have anything. That's why I'm so mad. Because even if I can fight her off anytime, she is still someone who can support my mate better than me."

"What about him? What does he want?"

"He wants... me," I confess a bit shyly.

"Then that's all you need to know. Don't let others interfere with your relationship. A fated mate bond is way too rare and precious to give it up because of a stranger."

"But it's not just about us... The fate of several Clans is at stake."

He shakes his head, and yells a new order, reminding one of the chefs about the meat's cuisson. I step out a second to give a hand to the sous-chef, who is having a hard time with all the desserts. I quickly get his workspace cleaned up and take away a couple of plates which are ready to the pass. He thanks me, and I return to chef Michel's side.

"Don't think too hard about the consequences, Nora. It's not all about your own decisions, either. Your mate is an Alpha; he can make his own judgments."

"I'm afraid he will make bad judgments because of his feelings for me."

"Maybe. But that's his call, not yours. Instead of thinking about mistakes, start thinking about solutions. When you cook, do you think about how you might fail or how you should do things?"

The Chef is right... My decision is taken anyway, and so is Damian's. There is no way I would ever let that woman get anything she wants from my mate. I know I couldn't take it, the way I could never submit to her.

"I get it, Chef. Thank you."

"Good then. Now go and help that moron with the sauces before I get there myself."

I tried to keep the Chef's words in mind all day after that. I didn't make a bad decision, and I won't regret it. This woman had no right to come here and make a scene that way. I just put her right back where she belongs. Those thoughts keep me preoccupied for a while, enough for my coworkers to leave me alone. A lot of them even act slightly different around me now, probably because they discovered I'm actually an Alpha. Even David, who usually replaces time to come and talk to me, stays away for once. When we are done, Narcissa calls everyone for the usual meeting at the end of the day, but I just listen to it absentmindedly. No one mentions what happened with Alexandra King; just the usual.

When the meeting finishes, I'm the first one in the changing room. My clothes smell, so I change back to Damian's t-shirt and my denim skirt, feeling better in it than in my work outfit. Probably because I can smell a bit of my mate on it, too. I realize the crimson butterfly is still around. I had forgotten about that detail... If I try to touch him, he doesn't really react, and just flies away, only to come back if I insist. He really acts like a regular butterfly, except for the fact that he is set on hanging around me.

I check my phone. No news from Damian, but I text Elena first. Her reply comes right away, asking if I'm available. Actually, hanging out with my cousin is exactly what I need now. I call my mate quickly. It takes a few seconds before he can answer. "Nora. Are you done already?"

"It's not already, Damian, the lunch service ended late, actually. I just got a couple of hours free before the dinner shift."

"Really? Crap, I didn't look at the time..."

He sounds preoccupied, but I can guess right away why.

"You're still busy, aren't you?"

"Yeah... I'm sorry. I still got a ton of work."

I knew it. There was no way he would be done by four; he took a full day off yesterday and Neal looked exhausted this morning. They probably have a lot to catch up now that Damian's back to work; I can't possibly blame them.

"It's okay, Damian, I figured so. Actually, I'm going to hang out with a friend until my night shift, okay? You can come and get me if you're done by then."

"A friend?"

"A female friend," I specify, because of his inquisitive tone.

"Okay. Take Bobo with you."

"Does Bobo ever get a day off?"

"Sure, when you're with me."

I roll my eyes. Seriously, this man... For a second, I hesitate to tell him about Alexandra and my show-off. But he is probably busy with work right now, and I'm afraid he might drop it all and come here if I tell him. Surely this can wait for later. I sigh.

"When does your night shift end?" Asks Damian.

"Around ten or maybe eleven tonight. I'm not too sure, we don't have a lot of reservations yet."

"All right, I should be able to get you then. Just text me when you're done." "Okay. See you later."

"Later, Love."

I hang up, trying to control my blushing. When will he ever stop making me feel like this every time I hear his voice over the phone... But I still don't really feel too great because of what happened earlier. I need some fresh air. I grab my things and exit the restaurant. Bobo is right there waiting for me, phone in his hand and his back against the car. He stops smiling when he sees my expression. "Bad day?"

"Mhm. I'll explain later."

He nods, and we both get in the car. I call Elena, and we quickly agree to meet at a café a bit further away, one that's right at the limit between the Velvet Moon and White Moon's turfs. Apparently, it's one of Elena and Danny's favorite addresses, and Bobo probably knows it, too, because he starts the car as soon as he hears the name. I hang up, and while my bodyguard drives, I open the window to enjoy some fresh air. Gosh, I needed this...Getting away from the restaurant helps me finally calm down a little, though it already got better after talking to Damian. I still resent him a bit about what happened. If only he hadn't gotten engaged to that woman...