Chapter 76: Chapter 76

Avril hurriedly packed up a few dresses and her favorite pair of pajamas which was a blue woolen overall with white dots all over it. She got a few shoes too and hastily put them all in a bag which belonged to Dakar.

Verona entered into the room moments later and saw her friend calculating stuff and looking through a few of her things which were in the room.

“Going somewhere?” she asked as she closed the door. Avril looked up at her and smiled.

“Yeah. Going out with Dakar again,” she answered and pinned her lips together.

“Hmm…I’m getting the good vibes outta this, babe,” Verona drawled and walked into the room fully.

“It does. And guess what? We ain’t seeing the walls of Remus for the next two days. We are actually going on a mini vacation. I’m so excited,” Avril squealed and Verona chuckled.

“Good luck. So why were you calculating stuff about network?”

“Because I still want to contact Tijuana. I really need to talk with them and make them know I’m fine over here.”

“Do you want my phone? It automatically connects to a human network line outside of the werewolf dimension.”

“Really? How did you do that?”

Verona brought out her phone from her pocket and handed it over to Avril.

“I have two SIMs. I still have to talk with my sisters in the human world you know and occasionally go and talk with them.”

Avril furrowed her brows at Verona.

“But their SIM only connects outside of Remus. Do you mean that you occasionally leave Remus just to talk with your sisters?”

“Yep. You really don’t think I spend all my days here in Remus, do you? I actually go out often. Either the human world or another pack. I also used to accompany Prince Dakar to other packs to deliver special messages or just for events.

“But you haven’t since I came I suppose?”

“Yes, I haven’t. This place isn’t so boring anymore thanks to you and your problems.”

Avril laughed to that and zipped the phone into the bag.

“Thanks, Vee. I would also try to get a phone. I haven’t found a need for one so far in the pack.”

“If you want a phone to use in the pack, you should get it here.”

“Yeah. I would talk to Dakar about it.”

“Talk to me about what?” Dakar’s voice rang inside the room. They both looked to the door to see him standing with his signature ponytail. He wore a black overcoat and a black turtleneck inside and black pants and boots.

“You know, Prince…I’m starting to think that you disappear and appear whenever you hear people talking about you,” Avril teased and carried the bag. Dakar smirked darkly and entered the room.

“Just when you are the one doing the talking,” he replied and walked to her. She dropped the bag and walked into his arms. Raising her face up to his, she rubbed their noses against each other and chuckled sheepishly earning an eye roll from Verona.

“I only talk about alluring, long haired Princes,” she muttered.

“Don’t make me murder other alluring Princes with long hair, please,” Dakar whispered and she laughed and kissed him.

“Excuse me…there’s another concubine here,” Verona announced and waved her hand in the air. The two lovebirds unlocked and Dakar looked to Verona.

“You are relieved of that title,” he stated and Avril gasped.

“Dakar, come on. She was just joking,” she said and tugged on his arm.

“So I should keep her?” he asked and Avril bit her lips.

“Are you kidding me? I’ve been waiting for this day ever since I found out DJ Kay was mateless,” Verona chimed and smiled brightly.

“DJ Kay? Who’s DJ Kay?” Avril asked as Verona began to work towards the door.

“The man at the club that is my ‘friend’,” she answered and waved at the two.

“See you when you return, lovebirds.” And she walked out of the room.

“Sometimes I wonder where that girl gets her fearlessness from,” Dakar exhaled before looking away from the door.

“What did she do now that you think is so fearless?”

“Talking to me that way,” he answered and carried her bag that she had dropped. Avril frowned at what he had said.

“This is why people fear you. You act all high and mighty.”

Dakar held her hand and they began to walk towards the door.

“It is for the best. It keeps unwanted attention away and keep the undesired folk out. I love privacy.”

“Have you always been like that?”

“No. Before I left, I used to be the life of any party. But now I don’t even remember when last I attended a party except for two weeks ago in Balendin Pack.”

They had gotten out of Avril’s room by now and were heading towards the staircase.

“Balendin Pack? Is that another werewolf community?”

“Yes, one of the largest actually. It’s hidden in America and is as large as one of its states. My friend is the Alpha of it, and he held a mating ritual for his just found mate.”

“Wow, was this festival elaborate?”

Dakar chuckled and looked back at her because he had been pulling her along all these while.

“Wayne is the strongest Alpha in the entire North America. Even the President of America had to send a representative, why would it not be elaborate?”

“Wow, I’d love to know this friend of yours someday.”

Dakar huffed and opened his front oak doors for Avril to walk through.

“Wayne does not like humans. And I’m afraid you would sell me to be with him.”

Avril laughed.

“Why? Because of his authority? Oh please…I have enough problems and I really don’t want to deal with your type. Just you is giving me a headache.”

They left Remus finally and arrived Milan. Dakar took her to their lodging for the night and it was a five star hotel he did not tell her he owned. There was a pool in the room and a dazzling French window with amazing view of Milan.

“Let’s go get that Spanish food, baby!” Avril cheered and Dakar almost groaned out his frustration. He did not want to have Spanish food that night. But that was the reason he brought her out so they had to go get it. They left the room, with her arms clutching unto his arm and her whispers of things she thought was amazing filled his ears.

“Oh my God, look at this fountain, Dakar. How is it so big, magnificent, elegant and fragile looking at the same time?” she whispered and Dakar let out air from his mouth.

“Baby, how about you keep your thoughts to yourself and not bug me with them.”

“If I keep it to myself, how else would I let you know?”

“Goodness, I forgot how much of a disturbance you can be,” he muttered and shook his head.

“What did you say about me? I heard the words ‘nuisance’ and ‘you can be’.”

Dakar gulped down and thanked God inwardly that she had not heard what he said.

They entered his car and drove to the best Spanish restaurant in the neighborhood. Avril happily got down and pulled him along to the front door. They entered and a doorman was standing by the door. He had a thick but cleanly trimmed beard and had jet black hair slicked backwards. He looked like the younger self of Alejandro and that got Avril smiling to herself’

“Good even—” Dakar was about to say but Avril stepped forward.

“Buenas noches. Yo necesito una mesa para dos personas, por favor,” she said in Spanish earning a surprised look from Dakar. (Meaning= Good evening. I need a table for two people, please.) The man nodded, pressed a few keys on his computer and a waitress soon walked up to them.

“Over here, please,” she said in a smooth Spanish accent and they followed her to a table with two chairs. She drew out a table for Avril.

“Gracias,” Avril appreciated and sat down.

“Would you like something to drink before we place our order?” Avril asked Dakar. It was usually common to have something to drink as the customers awaited their order in Spanish restaurants. Dakar shrugged.

“Beer, maybe?” he said and looked away. He saw a few men around and also outside wearing casual clothes. This time, they were his men and he kept them on a lookout just in case.

“Te encargo una taza de café y una cerveza para él?” Avril asked the waiter who nodded gently, gestured to the menus on the table so they could go through the food before leaving politely. (Meaning of what she asked= Can I get a cup of coffee and a beer for him?)

“I never knew you could speak Spanish. How many other languages do you speak?” Dakar asked as he opened his menu and began to go through the food.

“I speak Spanish fluently. The girls do too. English wasn’t really the go-to language in Tijuana. I also speak Tagalog.”

“Hmm. I didn’t know you were intelligent enough to learn languages.”

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, Prince.”

“When would you tell me about your life so I would know ‘these things’?”

“As soon as you tell me about yours.”

Dakar chuckled lightly and looked over at her.

“You would not be able to take it, Princess.”

Avril scoffed and looked down at her menu.

They stayed that way for the next few minutes before the waitress returned and they placed their orders. Avril ordered for a Paella which was a rice dish with sea food, her all time favorite. While Dakar ordered for a Tortilla Española which was a type of omelette made by mixing potato pudding and eggs with onions. As they ate in silence, Avril kept stealing glances at Dakar and his plate. How could she ask him to have a taste of his order? It looked so delicious.

“You can exchange with me if you want,” he said and pushed the plate gently to her. He took his beer mug to his lips and gulped the liquid down.

“Exchange? Why can’t I just share with you instead?” she asked with a pout and he chuckled and took a slice of it to her lips. She opened up and took it in.

“Aw, this tastes so good,” she moaned as she munched on it. Dakar ended up feeding her all of it not even minding that everyone at the restaurant were glancing at them.

“My Paella is getting cold. Have a taste. It is my favorite,” Avril said to Dakar and made him eat from her spoon.

“It’s tasty. Should I make it for you often?” he asked as she brought another spoon to his lips.

“Yes, please. And Tortilla Española, and Chilaquiles, Enchiladas. Oh, also Tamales!” Avril blurted excitedly and Dakar just had to laugh.

“Sure thing, babe. Just as soon as I figure out what exactly they are and how to pronounce those names you called,” he teased and she laughed. Somehow, his hand crawled to hers on the table and clasped their fingers together slowly. There was silence for that minute as it felt like their fingers were doing the talking by grazing over each other smoothly.

“I noticed something, Dakar,” Avril whispered and leaned over on the table. Dakar slowly lifted his eyes from where they had been fixated the past minute. He had been gazing at their fingers and almost completely drifted into the land of thoughts.

“Yeah? What is it?” he asked in a drawl, his voice low and drifted. His eyes had returned to their hands and Avril was soon to notice his mind was half divided already.

“I noticed ever since the attack from the Tournament, you no longer call me Fiorella,” she spoke up and he stilled. She waited patiently for his reply but it wasn’t forthcoming.

“What is it I’ve been calling you then?” he asked while she was just about to talk.

“Baby…sweetie…love…that’s what you’ve been calling me.”

“Do you want me to stop and resume calling you by your name?”

“I…No. I just thought maybe there was a reason you stopped all of a sudden and no longer referred me as it at all.”

That moment, an older man walked to the table that had been displaying a lot of PDA (Public Display of Affection) in his restaurant ever since the couple stepped in. He held out a beautiful big red rose with a long stem and gave it to Dakar who froze and stared up at the man, wondering why he was being handed a flower.

“Un regalo para tu esposa, senor,” the man whispered to Dakar. Avril gasped and smiled sweetly while Dakar looked from her to the man before collecting the rose cluelessly.

“A gift for your wife, sir,” the man happily interpreted, smiled sweetly at Avril, nodded at Dakar and left. All eyes seemed to be gazing at the table now. This was what Dakar hated---attention.

He looked at Avril’s excited face and sighed. He got on his feet, walked to her side and gently pulled her up by their intertwined hands. He released her, lifted the flower to her and looked deep into her eyes.

“Such a beautiful flower, isn’t it?” he asked and she looked down at it.

“Yeah,” she answered.

“But it doesn’t come half as close to how beautiful you are,” he pronounced and Avril gasped softly, followed by a heartwarming smile. He placed the flower in her hand, with it being in between them.

“Whenever you think of how beautiful this rose is, be reminded that there is someone who says you are way more beautiful than it is.”

Avril looked up at Dakar with misty eyes. He looked down at her with warm, affectionate eyes. She then placed her arms over his neck and kissed him earning cheers and applause from the other customers and even waiters.

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