Choosing Between a Vampire and a Werewolf Chapter 7

I also slowly walked back to my chambers. Just reaching the garden, I again heard Darian and Faye arguing loudly.

I was speechless. Didn't the siren tribe prepare living quarters for them?

Why did they always argue and flirt outside?

Was it more thrilling in the busy garden?

As I was thinking randomly, Faye's shout interrupted my thoughts.

"Didn't you say you don't like Bella? Then who she marries—why do you care so much?"

"You even told her to go explain to the shaman. Did you want to swap yourself in as the choice?"

Darian looked irritated, his tone growing impatient.

"Can you stop being unreasonable? You know how powerful the snow wolf tribe is. I need to use Bella's abilities."

"If she chooses Cillian, how can she help me?"

Faye's tone softened, but she still felt wronged.

"Then swear it. Say you're only using her, that you only love me, and can only mark me alone."

Darian gently pulled Faye into his arms, his tone certain.

"Of course. Don't forget I was reborn to marry you. Defeating the snow wolf tribe is just to make your status more noble. How can you doubt my intentions?"

At these words, Faye immediately felt bad: "Alright, alright, I was wrong. I naturally trust you."

Darian's movements were gentle, his tone warm, but from my angle, his eyes held no warmth at all.

A few light words and Faye was completely fooled.

I mockingly pulled at the corner of my mouth. How laughable. I thought Darian loved Faye so much.

That he couldn't forget her for a lifetime, that he'd give up power for her this life.

Now it seemed this love amounted to nothing.

Not wanting to watch their act anymore, I quickly returned to my chambers.

I instructed Aria to pack what I needed while I lay in a rocking chair continuing to embroider my wedding dress.

In my last life when I bound with Darian, we happened to encounter a snow wolf tribe attack with no time to prepare a wedding.

After the war ended, he said weddings were just useless ceremonies, that marking me before the wolf tribe was their highest loyalty to a bride.

I was so happy then, thinking I'd married the right person.

But later I learned that marking was a very private matter. Doing it in front of others was contempt and insult to the bride.

No wonder the wolf tribe made such a commotion then. I foolishly thought those strange calls were congratulations.

I shook my head in disgust, shaking off these unpleasant memories.

I hadn't embroidered long when a maid announced that Darian had come again.

I sighed. Seemed he'd pacified Faye and was back to bother me.

I put away the wedding dress and went out.

He ran over impatiently the moment he saw me.

"Bella, are you really going to marry Cillian?"

"Aren't you most afraid of the dark? Vampires live in places dark as night, all pale as ghosts. You definitely won't be comfortable living there."

I looked up at him indifferently: "Whether I'm comfortable or not—what's it to you?"