“From what I know, they spent the night there,” Tristan says. “But it’s just rumors. I haven’t seen them myself.”
Right at that moment, Jordan raises his head, his eyes finding Tristan and me. He smiles briefly. His face is ever so handsome, but his eyes are cold and calculated.
“Goddess, I hate that guy,” Tristan mutters. “Always gives me the creeps.”
His words surprise me. So, I am not the only one? Judging my father’s reaction, I felt like I was completely insane for doubting Jordan, but funny how Tristan thinks similarly to me.
six
Just a Feeling
*FOREST*
An hour later, Lissa pops up next to me with a bright smile. She wraps her hand around my arm. “Here you are, Forest.”
“Yes, here I am,” I say evasively. Tristan’s words are still ringing in my mind. What am I even doing here? I don’t know why I feel that way, but suddenly I feel like the biggest loser to ever exist. More so than when my parents talk to me.
Tristan had to leave early, so once he was gone, I found myself in my usual awkward state again and hid around the buffet. With a glass of wine and a plate in my hand, it at least looks like I am busy.
“Come, Alpha Jordan wants to meet you. I talked to him a whole lot.”
“Why?” I ask.
She giggles. “Because you are the future alpha of a pack that he wants to be allied to, silly.”
My question was rather targeted at how long she talked to him. I still have Tristan’s words in mind. Tristan doesn’t strike me as a liar, so why would he make something like that up? There could be a reason for Lissa and Jordan meeting in private, though I can’t think of many. Maybe I should just ask her?
“Say, Lissa?”
“Yes?” She takes my arm, slowly dragging me along.
“You and Jordan get along well, don’t you?”
She blinks before she bursts into giggles. “Are you jealous, Forest?”
Not really. And despite my usual avoidant nature, I have to actually fight those words back. I know they would insult her. It’s just that, suddenly, my wolf’s words resound in my mind about how he wants to wait for our fated mate, and while I am not sure if we’ll ever find her, I certainly want to at least be in love.
Lissa is sweet; she is a friend, and she has always had my back, but it’s not the same as being in love with someone. Even I get that.
“Forest,” Jordan smiles at me. “How lovely to meet you.”
Forest.He is being impolite on purpose. I am an alpha’s heir, and even for those of us who haven’t taken over yet, it’s common to be called by our future rank. It’s polite and respectful that way, unless we are so close to someone that it doesn’t matter. Like I am with Tristan. I would never have him call me by my title, and I don’t use his either.
Jordan, however, is a whole different topic. I don’t know the guy, and I certainly don’t like him much, either.
If I had some backbone, I would greet him with a simple ‘Jordan’, but I don’t want to stir the pot and have my parents get mad or disappointed. “It’s nice to meet you again,” I say, avoiding mentioning his title altogether.
Jordan smiles like a guy who knows he has the upper hand. He turns to Lissa. “When I heard you’d be attending, I had my hopes high immediately.”
Lissa blinks up at him innocently. “What do you mean, Alpha Jordan?”
“It meant I’d have someone to talk to when things turn boring.”
Lissa giggles, making me stiffen involuntarily. What is she doing? Lissa is a person with a fun and engaging personality—I have always known her that way; everyone knows her like that, which is why she is such a social butterfly.
But she is downright flirting with the guy. The man is mated; he has a fated mate at home—his luna.
Goddess, I need to tell Lissa that the business deal isn’t that important for her to kiss up to that douchebag.
