Page 82 of An Enigma for the Lycan Crown Prince

“You are coming to dinner today, right?”

“Yes,” Calvin says. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“How about you join Vince and me for training, meanwhile?” I offer. “We still have some time to kill.”

“Sure, I’d love to. One-to-one combat is not my forte,” he tells me. “I am more for guerilla tactics, so it’s good to polish my skills.”

Although he said that, it’s obvious he isn’t bad. It’s the first time I see Calvin train, and he is right. This is not his strong point, he isn’t as intuitive as Vincent and I, but he is still good, and he has some sly tricks up his sleeve. Samuel and Geneva were right, having someone with experience in my team is going to come as an advantage to this pack.

After training, the three of us separate briefly to shower and freshen up, before we all meet in the Alpha Suite, where Geneva has organized the dinner. To my relief she and Flora are already there, so I don’t need to be alone with my father. Dad just looks at me and nods, but doesn’t say anything.

I know the real reason behind this dinner, is so that Vincent and Calvin can be properly introduced to the family, and unfortunately my father is part of said family, so there is no way Geneva couldn’t have invited him. She went all out with the food though and instead of making it too fancy, she went for popular choices of the younger age group. There are even fajitas, pizza rolls and lava cake.

Samuel and Dad look completely shocked, which makes this so much funnier.

“The food is amazing,” Vincent says to Geneva. “Thank you, Elder Geneva.”

“You are very welcome,” she says with a bright smile. Vincent immediately grew on her; as he does on anyone.

Even Samuel seems to warm up to him. Calvin is on his best social behavior, too. Sometimes, it looks like he is glancing at Vincent to check for the most appropriate responses, which is kind of funny. I’m glad they are both putting so much effort into this.

“Just so you all know,” Flora says. “Next week, on Elden’s birthday, I will completely steal him away.” Before Samuel can so much as breathe, she stares at him. “No training or other duties.”

“I know better than to get in your way,” Samuel says.

“Do you have plans?” Emilia asks her.

“Yes, but they are secret.”

“So, I assume we are not invited,” Geneva says, amused.

“No offense,” Flora says. “If I could only invite you, I would. But it’s all or no one.” I can’t believe the things she says out loud sometimes, but there is a dangerous glint in her eyes, proving to me that she is very well aware of what she is saying.

Mate is dangerous,Regis mutters, intrigued.That’s hot.

I fully agree with you.

“What are your plans for after school?” Samuel asks us.

“We both want to study,” I say. “Although, we will be very busy leading the pack.”

“Don’t worry, I’m certainly not going to university,” Vincent says. “I will cover when you need me.”

“Same here,” Calvin agrees. “I’m already done with my higher education.”

“Right, I tend to forget you are a genius,” Vincent says. “Must be cool!”

“Actually, it can be pretty exhausting,” Calvin explains. “On one side, you get bored very easily, and on the other, people think you are weird. And everyone always expects the utmost perfection from you.”

“If I ever have children, I will not put that kind of pressure on them,” Vincent says.

“Same,” Flora says with a sparkling smile. Again, I’m struck by the air of danger around her. “I will also never beat my children. Instead, I will love and support them. Can I have the Caesar salad, please?” she smiles dashingly. “So, where was I? Right-” She nods to herself, while she continues to babble happily. “I was talking about how I would never hit my child. What do you think, Aunt Geneva?”

“I agree with you,” she says, sounding equally as innocent. “I have a son and a grandchild, and I’m so happy to see how he raises his child with love.”

“What do you think, Vincent?” Flora continues, mercilessly so. She glances at my father, who has paled a bit.

Vincent isn’t holding back, either. “Only a douchebag would take his anger out on his kids,” he says simply, while expressively pouring salt on his salad. “Do you need the salt, Alpha?” he asks my father.