An angel from the past

Stefan's POV

"Greetings, Lycan Stefan." Everyone in the large conference room rose from their seats to welcome me as soon as I walked in. They bowed, shook hands with me and tried to exchange small talks but I refused to grant them the privilege. I was not in the mood for small talks. Never had been. Today was the long anticipated business conference which was only held once in every decade and every important figure in all of the werewolves realm was in attendance. Alphas, Betas, Zetas, elders of the councils and other top influential business figures. 

Apollo; my beta, led me to my seat close to the chairwoman's seat which was empty. He sat beside me and our eyes scrutinized the fairly large gathering as the rest of those present whispered in hush tones to each other, with their eyes darting towards the entrance door every now and then, as though they were waiting for someone else. Someone more important than me. 

"In case you're curious, they are looking forward to meeting the chairwoman for the very first time." Apollo leaned in and whispered to me. "I hear that she's a very powerful figure amongst the business moguls in the entire pack. An enchanting beauty. Got married to Alpha Micah of Moonsong pack at the age of eighteen. After his death a year later, she surprisingly inherited all of his properties including his throne."

My forehead creased lightly in a frown. Even though I wasn't at all interested in the chairwoman…whoever she was, I didn't find the story clear enough. 

"What do you mean she inherited all of his properties and throne? Does he not have an heir?"

Apollo shook his head. "This is the part where it gets crazy. Alpha Micah has a rogue son but he probably never trusted him nor anyone else around him. So, he entrusted all of his inheritance to his young wife who used to be a servant in his mansion."

"That is total bullshit."

"Exactly what everyone else thinks. They believe she could have bewitched him. I do not blame the Alpha for making such a shocking decision, anyway. From what I have heard, she has a mesmerizing beauty…"

Before Apollo could complete his sentence, a pair of female heels walked into the conference room, clicking and resounding loudly against the hardwood floors. The whole room went silent instantly. It was as if everyone held their breath as our visions became clouded by the live image of a young woman with the fairest and palest of skins, walking into the room like a gentle, autumn breeze. Her long, glossy chestnut brown hair was curled and cascading down her back and her well tailored, black sheath dress hugged tight to her body, delicately showing off her curves. A strong sense of nostalgia hit me as I took in the sight of her and my lips parted slightly in pure disbelief and unprecedented shock. 

There was absolutely no way that could be…

"Eve." I whispered under my breath and Apollo stared at me in puzzlement. 

"You know her?"

I did not reply to Apollo. Instead, I watched unblinkingly as the men in the gathering rose up to shake hands with her. Unlike me, she did not keep a straight face as they exchanged greetings with her. Her face gleamed and brightened as she smiled and shook hands with them, her deep set of dimples adding more highlights to her perfect symmetrical face. I couldn't believe that I had never for once gotten to see those dimples while she was so close to me. I couldn't believe I killed those smiles when I had the chance to see and kiss them. 

She sighted me and for a moment, she seemed to freeze and her smile slipped. It mirrored the shock I felt upon seeing her. I could see a flash of pain cross her eyes for a moment, before she camouflaged it behind a fake smile plastered on her face. She walked towards our direction with the confidence and smooth flow of a model on a runway show.

"She's headed this way. Damn, she's so beautiful. Too undeniably beautiful. Do you think she had some work done on her face? I want to believe that she has. How in the world can someone be this pretty?" Apollo wouldn't shut up and continued to whisper to me as she got closer to us. Even with the smile still plastered on her face, I could see through it all, the closer she came. The smile she sent me had no warmth and her large sapphire eyes held so much coldness. She hated me. Despised me. She had hated me all those years. I could see and feel all of it.

"My Lycan king." She bowed her head gracefully before me before standing straight again. "It is an honor to finally meet you."

I couldn't reply to her. My tongue felt too bloated and too heavy to speak. My head was in so much daze to be able to think of a reply. I couldn't remember the last time anyone had held me this dumbfounded before. 

"My name is Eve Micah. Luna of late Alpha Micah; former Alpha of Moonsong pack. Once again, it is a pleasure to finally meet you in person."

I couldn't believe my ears or my eyes. There was no way this could be possible. Eve had been alive all these while and mated to the Alpha of another pack? I could remember searching for her everywhere, for a really long time. Who could've thought she was right there all those while? After eight years, here she was, looking lithe and beautiful, radiating so much confidence that I never knew she was capable of. 

The poor, pathetic omega girl that I had once rejected had turned into the most beautiful woman that I had ever set my eyes on and I could not stop myself from wanting her that instant. My whole body ached to touch her. My whole being craved for her. And at that moment, I could only think about one thing…

Fixing my mistake and making her mine again. No matter what it takes.