The secret side of me, I never let you see. I keep it caged inside but I can't control it.
His fingers clenched into fists, the striking emerald of those usually guarded irises were now filled with a level of emotion that Aiden so rarely allowed others to see, the facade he so frequently wore had finally cracked and with it, so too came a veritable onslaught of he'd precariously tried to stuff down. His voice had risen beyond that low baritone tenor, his tone holding every ounce of authority he'd gained from those years taking on the mantle of 'Alpha'. A part of him was aware, vaguely, to his sibling's conversation with Mira, that startling revelation of his name was one Aiden was content to ignore altogether before he rallied Dorian to his cause, albeit in the form of some bribing blackmail. He was thankful, admittedly, that Matteo's attempts to derail his efforts were distinctly short-lived, his brother offering him a barely perceptible nod. Matteo, however, seemed entirely keen to insult the ALpha, insisting that he had raised a nark, of all things! The Were-King could hardly help that cutting response he offered in return, the Alpha lashing out against his father in ways he surely had done hundreds of times before when those emotions became too much for him to handle, though such events were often behind closed doors.
That very scowl upon his father's face informed Aiden that he'd hit his mark, his brow arching visibly as the Frenchman's arms crossed over his chest. The vibrancy of his gaze narrowed at Matteo's remark, the Alpha rolling his eyes in response. "You're right, I wouldn't be so fucking dumb to drive myself into the side of a house." He remarked with a clear hint of mockery. It was, however, his father's insistence that he was fated to be as bad as Matteo, however, that prompted an almost bitter snort from the Hispanic man. "Oh really? What happened to that whole 'you'll be better than me' bullshit? Huh? What other shit have you been telling me?" His arms crossed over his chest, the Were no longer truly talking about his car nor his father's teleporting - those arguments, as they so often did, somehow ran deeper than the scraped Lamborghini. It was the sudden ringing of Matteo's phone, however, that cut that argument off quite before it blew into something else entirely - Alexander's call near opportune, in some manner. For a long moment, the silver of the Frenchman's gaze seemed content to stare at the name upon the screen before he purposefully hit the 'end' button. Alexander's mere presence, albeit by proxy of phone seemed enough to prompt Matteo to pivot upon his heels, only after insisting that Aiden had too corrupted Dorian in turn! Ha! As if that was even possible!
Matteo's insistence that he wipe the 'smirk', off his face, however, was met with a roll of his eyes, the Were-King responding with that same vague 'whatever' that was near stereotypical of him. He watched in silence as Matteo once again strode out and into the garden, the fae busying himself with setting right all that he had previously destroyed. Behind him, Dorian seemed to be inquiring after just long Mira and himself had been...courting. The very query prompted his brows to furrow. Is that what they were doing? Courting? Truthfully, he knew the answer well enough, even if Aiden pretended to be vastly more attentive to Matteo's antics outside then the conversation he was avoiding behind him. He was equally aware, to some degree, of that subtle shift within his sibling's tone, one that hinted an underlying feeling to the Monarch's polite attempts to comment after how shocked he was to learn of Mira now. Those words alone prompted a soft sigh from Aiden's lips and yet, he hardly turned from his place, his emerald eyes watching as the Aventador rolled back just an inch from the front of Dorian's hedge line.
In mere moments, Matteo reappeared, the keys of the Aventador held out for Aiden's already prepared palm. He slid the sportscar's keys into his pocket, the Alpha finally turning back towards the rest of the family. The last thing he had anticipated, however, was the weight of Matteo's hand upon his shoulder. The soft mutterance of those words drew his emerald irises, the corners of his lips tilted downwards in a frown though he said little in the way of response. Matteo, however, hardly lingered as the Frenchman teleported again, this time reappearing comfortably upon the sofa. With the depths of those emotions finally unleashed, Aiden found himself...strikingly exhausted, the couch appeared entirely welcoming, all things considered. The Were-King made his way around the opposite edge of the sofa, settling in front of that darkened hearth with an empty place for Mira between himself and the Frenchman. That very declaration of drinks was, admittedly, one that Aiden found himself entirely appreciating, even if he hardly voiced his own thoughts on the topic.
He was hardly prepared for the fire that blossomed suddenly to his left, albeit with some level of difficulty from the Frenchman. How...unexpected. Matteo, he was certain, had not held that ability before. Aiden, it seemed, was hardly the only one to notice it, however, Dorian too commented upon that affinity as he found his own seat across from them. It was Matteo's answer, however, that drew Aiden's emerald eyes back towards those flames, the Alpha left staring at it for a moment before he commented in that far more usual low, blunt tone. "What else could it be." Mira, however, seemed to take that moment to settle beside him on the sofa, her petite figure close enough for Aiden to be..aware of her, even if her leg failed to quite touch his own. Her hands, however, fell neatly within her lap, the woman appearing far more...ladylike than Aiden could ever quite remember her being. Those observations of the she-wolf's peculiar demeanor, however, were kept entirely to himself as Matteo introduced, in a manner of speaking, Mira to the final member of their family, even if Alexander was absent tonight. Her bemused inquiry prompted a soft snort from Aiden - order, he was sure, personified his grandfather. Dorian quite near admitting such, only to add the explanation that their grandfather had once been in the military, a fact that Sebastian seemed to correct, much to Matteo's agreement.
It was Dorian's query of Mira's family, however, that had ensnared Aiden's attention. After all, Mira spoke as infrequently of her family as he did his. Those snippets he'd gained from her were hardly enough to truly provide him with a picture beyond her immediate family. His gaze deviated from the girl only as Sebastian offered him a glass of whiskey, the Alpha reaching forward to take it from his brother-in-law. "Thanks." He muttered, bringing the drink to his lips as Matteo inquired after the fateful evening in which Mira and himself had met. That query drew the weight of Aiden's gaze, the Were entirely doubtful that Matteo was oblivious of that evening and yet Mira was game to respond either which way. Her insistence that she had been more than capable of freeing herself from that trap, however, rewarded the girl with an audible snort from Aiden's nose. The Alpha glanced over at her, even as he sipped upon his whiskey, though it was hardly a point he intended to argue here and now. Rather, his brows furrowed ever so slightly as Mira declared that Aiden was different....different...than any other? Was that...a good thing? What was that supposed to even...mean?
Before Aiden could dwell too long on the implications, however, his sibling's endless inquisitiveness once again emerged. The Monarch seemed ever curious about those inner animals, his brother having taken as keen of interest within Aiden's own ebony feline. It was his brother's inquiry of that trap that had caught Mira that sharply drew his attention, the heavyweight of those emerald irises settling upon Dorian alone. "Yes." He commented abruptly, the very firmness of which was perhaps more telling then he had meant it. A scowl crossed his features as his attention turned sourly back towards the fireplace beside him, the Alpha adding with a quieter tone. "It was Dark-Hunters that night though." He easily fell back to that silence as Matteo insisted that Mira would fit in well, the Were-King hardly anticipating his brother's inquiry of the title they might prefer. An audible sigh left Aiden's lips as all eyes turned purposefully to him. His gaze turned towards the ceiling, the man leaning his head back against the sofa in an entirely exasperated manner. "Really?" He muttered to himself before his irises shifted towards the woman at his side. His fingers rose towards his left temple as his arm rested on the armrest beside him. "Do you want to be my girlfriend?" Aiden inquired, his tone entirely deadpan as he finally faced that pressure from his family head-on. It was hardly the most romantic beginning to a relationship, but...at least he finally asked.