Chapter 8: Our Mates
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Conrad's Point of View
Her face was beyond the description of being pretty. She's more than that. Probably a goddess. Staring at her from afar is the least thing I could do. Other than that, I'd die before initiating a conversation with her.
The strands of her hair kept messing up with her face and whenever she tucks it, she amazes me in every possible thing she could do effortlessly. However, I don't like Willow. I don't like her presence and the strong urge to push her away from me isn't enough reason and even if I do it, I couldn't execute due to something that kept on holding me back.
I hate the thought of thinking that she's pretty even if she really does. She just came back and now I'm thinking about all of these? Goddamn.
"Again, Your Majesty, I apologized for what my nephews have done." It was Willow's brother– Giovanni, a friend of mine, who spoke with sincerity and calmness in his voice.
My eyes remained fixated on her. We're a few distance away from each other and yet, she just caught my attention regardless of my discussions with his brothers.
"What should I expect though," I muttered with pure bitterness.
"Rest assured that the kids don't ever disrespect you. Please don't get me wrong. Willow taught them how to be kind, and respectful. Maybe… maybe they are just scared of you that's why they said that." Giuseppe asserted.
I scoffed. "I'm a King, Giuseppe. I don't f*****g care if you're just a kid or an adult. Your nephews should have been beheaded right now if I'm not that kind enough to spare them."
"I'm very sorry, your majesty," they apologized again.
Gawking at his kids gave me a huge puzzle in my mind. Willow knows how to pick because his kids got their father's genes. The twins are good-looking but at some point, I couldn't divert my attention away from them. There's something deep within me that tells something I couldn't determine.
My body froze the moment I saw his children's eyes. It turned gold again, the same as how I saw it earlier. They were running and making noises everywhere but at some point, I couldn't find myself getting irritated as if it's normal for me.
"About her kids," I said. "Who's their father?"
Giuseppe and Giovanni glanced with each other. Both were silent, no sound comes out of their mouth when I followed up a statement.
"Nevermind. Why would I be curious to someone else's child anyway," I muttered before putting crossing my hands across my chest then stood firm.
Giuseppe asserted. "She didn't tell us yet who's the father of her child but she's engaged to someone else. Probably an Alpha from another pack."
For some reason, everything deep inside me boiled up hearing his statement.
"Engage to whom?" I repeated. The question doesn't sink within my system.
My eyebrows furrowed as the tone of my voice changed into a critical one as if I could punch someone else right now. I felt my fury going up, my anger boiling and my body shaking.
"As far as I know, Willow is engaged to an Alpha across the sea or from a different land. I wasn't sure about it but I could remember Willow telling me he's powerful. These are the guards his fiance sent to protect them," Giovanni mumbled as his eyes fixated on one battalion of royal guards standing and guarding a few distance away from us.
When I diverted my gaze at Willow's direction, she was talking to a man who has the same uniform as those guards who's outside. No wonder why no one was answering my question earlier when I asked them their names because they weren't bowing or anything. Someone should've been killed earlier but then, Giuseppe came.
My anger for those people who disrespect me weighs more than a ton. People tend to shake whenever they see me and I couldn't accept how these royal guards from another pack just treated me this way knowing I was a damn King.
"What was his name?" I subconsciously asked. Damn, did I really ask that? I mean, they might think I'm too invested and interested in their sister. Anyhow, there's a lot of alibis I might tell just in case they get suspicious.
"Oh, I honestly forgot. As far as I can remember, it starts with E. Was it Elroy?" Giovanni coolly answered before phewing.
Elroy? Ugly as f**k.
"No, I think it's Evan." Giuseppe guessed.
At some point, I got irritated. Why would I give a damn to his fiance anyway. She could marry everyone she seemed to be fit for but as long as she won't cry and comes back in the Crystal Leav Pack then we're all good.
Willow is wolf-less. No one would want her. Well, that was the least thing I thought until now. But as for the information I've gathered from my friends, it seems like a man accepted her for who she was despite having no wolf since birth. Anyhow, his kids are all grown up. Maybe they are aged four to six, but thinking that she's about to get married made me think that the man isn't his kids' father.
For some reason, I used one of my ability and it is to hear conversations even if they are kilometers away from me but before I could do that, my lycan suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"Tell me that you're interested in her after rejecting her years ago without telling me." Socrates, my lycan, affirmed. I could hear him chuckling and smirking at some point.
I scoffed. "I'm not interested in her, Socrates. Stop it."
"But she's our mate."
"I rejected her."
"How are you so sure?"
"Did you just appear to annoy me?"
"No, I'm here to remind you that she's our mate and claim her already before anything one could do it."
Our mate… is she really still our mate?
Seeing that she's looking at her phone screen made me bite my lower lip. Willow's brothers were busy discussing something when I subconsciously walked away from them and followed the woman when she left.
She went outside, near the well where no one could hear her talk when I hid behind the bush. f**k, why am I hiding behind this bullshit bush anyway? It feels like I forgot who I am in the span of less than an hour since they arrived.
"Hey," I heard her speak in a soft voice I haven't heard.
How could she speak to someone as soft as that? Unless it was the fiance his brothers were talking about.
"I'm good. We just landed in less than an hour. You shouldn't worry about us, love."
Everything stops for a moment when Willow confirms it to me herself. I froze, hearing how she called the person between those lines got me. It was when a sudden pinch in my heart occurred.
"I told you. Dumbass." Socrates whined. "I think it's better luck next time for us, then?" He teased.
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