| CHAPTER 8 : PAIN IN THE ASS|
My eyes stirred awake. A contented sigh came out of my lips.
When have I ever been this happy waking up? I brought my hand to my neck, surprised to find them free and unchained. I sat, fully awake now.
What hell had happened?
A thrill ran throughout my entire body making me want to run 20 laps of the entire New York - which is weird considering I can't walk to the kitchen without begging Collin to bring the water jug closer.
King Alpha's room lay empty and quiet. No trace of him lurking around anywhere. My hand reached the surface of my skin just below my neck. When my finger grazed something dry, I leapt out of the bed with a gasp and dashed towards the huge mirror hung on the dresser.
My eyes widened in horror at the amount of dried blood on my skin and my clothes. The flesh on my neck was still open and still very...very...fresh. I forced myself to not pass out at the amount of - oh god. I looked away from the mirror, holding my head up straight.
What the hell happened?
I looked back at the bed to see King Alpha's white sheets stained with blood the size of a pillow. Is that my blood?
God, what happened?
I didn't feel dizzy or weak and wasn't stuttering my words. Normally people should be unable to walk or sit up straight after losing that much blood. Instead, I felt much stronger, healthier and as if my metabolism had skyrocketed.
Can I do a cartwheel?
Wait, I already know how to do a cartwheel.
Nevertheless, I tried and ended up with my mouth hung open in shock when I flawlessly did a full cartwheel with maximum grace.
Could I punch through walls?
I slammed my fist against the nearest wall.
Nothing.
Then...
"OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! FUCK!" I jumped up and down shaking my fist vigorously in the air, "Okay, can not punch through walls."
Confusion enveloped me once again, once the pain in my knuckles subsided within a second.
It was a morning with the sun clear in the sky making me question the time. I checked the clock. 12 in the morning.
What is happening or rather what happened? Why did King Alpha leave me unchained?
Flashes of his fangs sinking into my neck came back to me. A gulp went down my throat as my finger reached out to touch the still very freshly torn part of my neck. Holding my barf in, I looked myself back into the mirror and went pale at the sight.
Just imagining what more could King Alpha do with his fangs made me want to crawl up the vent and hide in there forever. He wasn't even trying to be harsh or forceful and still, his fangs left a big chunk of my neck open.
That dog had bitten me!
Not sure if I should get an injection or get a doctor to check me up. Were his fangs even clean and sanitized?
I headed straight to his bathroom, grabbed a towel placed near the sink and wet it. Gently, I cleaned the blood and my open wound, trying not to scream or pass out from the unbearable pain. I didn't know what to do with it. Bandage it up or leave it open?
I'm gonna kill him.
I stripped off the bloody clothes from my body and changed into new pair of sweats and a T-shirt from King Alpha's closet. I knew how much of a neat freak King Alpha is looking at his pristine and polished room. So to irk him, I scattered the previous bloody clothes on his white desk. And even messed up his room by throwing his sheets and pillows all around the floor.
I could go all evil and empty his closet too. That would get him raging but then I realized, he would probably throttle me on the spot.
I poked my head out the door, looking both ways into the long hallway. I remember the way from where Katia had taken me out. I could escape again but something held me back from doing so.
I have a brother to save and a king's secrets to find. Not sure how I'm gonna do any of those but thankfully, I'm not dead yet.
Yay to me!
I crept on the hallways, observing and listening to everything my eyes met, and ears heard. It's crazy how I thought I would be stuck forever in my last year of high school complaining about homework issues and how I don't have a date to prom. Now I'm swirled in between werewolves and witches with my life in the hands of a psychotic King Alpha.
I didn't plan to escape. At least not for now. I intend to stay and find out where my brother is, what King Alpha is hiding and why the witches hate the werewolves so much.
I passed along the hallways, feeling the same energy pulsing through my veins jittering me from all over to take off in a run. I forced myself to remain calm. I might as well run into a wall and might even break it.
A scent wafted in the air, making my stomach growl, reminding me it's been hours since I last ate. I followed the scent which led me to a huge kitchen. A long black marble counter lined in between, with cabinets after cabinets beside its walls. The kitchen was huge enough to fill my living room twice its size this big.
A pot lay on the gas stove with the flame on. I walked over to it to see some kind of soup boiling. The pot was huge too as if whoever was making this was making it to feed at least 50 people.
I wasn't a big fan of soups especially if it's in green colour. Instead, I started opening cabinets hoping to find something much more appetizing. The cabinets were filled with expensive-looking glass plates, utensils, and crockery. But no food.
I opened every one of them, forgetting for a moment that I was raiding someone else's kitchen. When my hands finally found the cabinet which opened to a pantry, I didn't waste a second grabbing a packet of chips and tearing it open.
I stood there for a while, eating a few of these crunchy and munchy delights. The sound of chips crunching between my teeth was loud.
When I had a few bites, I turned around, ready to leave.
My eyes paused, startled, on a burly bulky muscular chest. My eyes trailed up, looking at a man with beautiful blue eyes and golden-brown hair. I immediately felt like I knew him- but at the same time, I didn't know him at all. A lazy amused smirk plastered his face as his eyes slowly raked me. Muscles filled like rocks under his dress shirt.
My back immediately straightened.
No matter how prepared or ready I am, I would always flinch when these werewolves do their fast disappearing and reappearing thing. Just like how this man did right now.
In a flash, he was in front of me, making me gasp and jerk back, my chips falling out of my hands. His hands were on my face, leaning my head away to reveal my neck to him. Panic kicked through me and I pushed against him, but it was of no use. His form was way too large and strong for someone like me to move.
He ran what seemed like his nose along the bare skin of my neck, breathing in me.
"Human." He stated in an amused tone. "Interesting."
"Who are you?" I tried pulling his hands away from my face.
Something wet slid on the curve of my shoulder making me shriek at the chills his lick gave.
"What the - what the hell? Did you just lick me?" I shrieked.
I tried clawing his hands away from me, but he pushed towards me further, until there was no place between us.
"King Alpha's mark." His fingernail slowly scratched at the mark on the curve of my shoulder making my adrenaline pump in as anxiousness crawled under my skin. He tsked, "You're gonna die, ma chérie."
His tongue slid on my mark once again, making me filled with disgust. I tried kicking him away, but his thighs pinned my legs to the pantry door. I squirmed my hand between us, palm facing his chest.
"I said..." Anger flashed within me as I growled, "get away!" and to my utter shock, actual light shot out of my palm, throwing him away from me to the other end of the kitchen.
My mouth dropped wide open as I gazed at my palm and then back to the huge man who I just tossed.
He was on the ground, looking very still, seeming to be unconscious. His chest wasn't moving, and his eyes were closed.
Shit did I kill him?
Right, when I took a step forward, his eyes snapped open, and he lunged back onto his all fours. A small scream came out of my lips. he stood like a predatory dog. A vicious, thrilled look on his face.
"This just got interesting." He said in an amused growl, dripping with a French accent.
I panickily raised my palm again but this time only to gesture for him to hold up.
"I swear I don't know what happened."
His smirk widened, "I do."
He positioned himself in a stance that I knew meant he was about to lunge at me.
I jerked my palm towards him for the light thing to strike again. But nothing appeared. I jerked my palm numerous times, but it was as if whatever magic I had shut down.
Horrid, I looked back at the man. His hands were shifting. His nails grew into claws, as his hands grew into a huge paw. Nothing else shifted.
With my adrenaline already kicked in. I was able to jump out of the way when he lunged at me, missing me only an inch. I ran until there was the huge marble counter between us.
It was no use though when he jumped over the counter and appeared in front of me.
"I always did have a sweet spot for magic." He growled in an amused tone, his tone resembling the one of an animal.
I picked the one thing that came to my hand first, which was the boiling pot of soup. Not batting an eyelash, I hurled the pot toward him.
The pot clashed into nothing but the floor. I blinked. Where the hell did he-? I shrieked and swirled around when something wet licked my back.
"Ew!" I stumbled back looking at the creature in disgust before a series of 'ow ow ow ow' came out of my mouth when my feet landed themselves on the spilled hot soup on the floor.
I darted away from wherever the soup was and away from the creature.
The man was quick to follow, although when his paws landed on the spilled soup, he didn't hiss nor did he wince. He did nothing actually - except give me a smug look.
"I cooled that down for you." I scowled.
He bared at his fangs in a playful snarl. My eyes widened and I turned around to bolt out the door.
He appeared in front of me, making me jump back and fall flat on my butt. A grin tugged on his lips, displaying his long-pointed fangs as his paws slowly, like a predator, made their way towards me.
He towered over my body.
"Please don't kill me!" I yelled putting my arms over my head.
"Drew." A voice warned, bored and monotone.
"Huh?" I removed my arms from my head.
A breath of relief escaped my lips when my eyes landed on King Alpha standing on the threshold of the door, glaring at the man still towering over me. His fangs were centimetres away from my face with my body in between his paws.
A grin came on the man's face as moved away from me and stood on his legs, his legs and hands back to normal, "King Alpha, mon ami." He exclaimed in mock, "I was having a good time with your mate." He said with his eyes drifting to me. He flashed me a smile while lending out his hand to me.
I glared and slapped his hand away, getting off the floor on my own.
"I hope I'm still your ami, oui?"
"More like a pain in the ass." King Alpha responded flashing him a fake smile.
"I told you I would return," Drew said, a sly smirk on his face.
"And I told you not to." King Alpha replied.
"True. But I really couldn't stay far from home. Especially after the news has spread that King Alpha has found his mate." He grinned at me.
I frowned at him, clearly giving him the message to not ever look at me.
"Cool," King Alpha continued giving him a sarcastic smile, "stinky asses are welcomed in the west wing. Make yourself at home. Blondie, come with me. Now."
I stepped towards King Alpha. Even if King Alpha intimated and threatened me the most, Drew was still the last person whom I would want to be with right now.
As soon as I stepped into King Alpha's warmth, all I wanted to do was close my eyes and breathe in his scent. The slight comfortable feeling I got being beside him made me want to immediately pinch myself. I focused on my hazy thoughts and instead returned to glaring back at Drew.
Remembering where Drew had licked me, I wanted to scrub my body with rocks and pins until there were no remains of it. Sure Drew was highly attractive with his bulky muscles, razor-sharp jaw, and neatly styled hair with a single lock of curl hanging on his forehead. But what he did right now was just plain disgusting.
"I hope to see you soon, ma chérie." He grinned at me doing a little bow, "Hopefully this week itself before you-"
King Alpha pulled me out of the kitchen.
"Ow, stop it. You're holding too tight." I said trying to pull my hand away.
"I made a mistake deciding to unchain you." He grumbled pulling me down the hallway.
"It wasn't my fault he came out of nowhere and decided to attack me. Who is he anyway?"
"A pain in the ass."
"Geez, that was really descriptive." I rolled my eyes, "Now what are you gonna do? Chain me up, again? Sure, go ahead. Do what you always do. No surprise there."
"Can you shut up for one second?"
I glared at him. But deep down, my heart thudded faster than usual, afraid of what King Alpha might actually do to me.
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Ahhh we have Drew here! I'm excited to write his character!
Date: 13 July 2021