Amapola’s Lycan

Chapter 3

Seeing each maid, I began to move rapidly as I realized the elderly woman was about to smack me. Taking opportunity, I swiftly grab the letter as she reaches for it and dart out of the room, almost falling due to the size of the dress.

Picking it up and holding the letter, I began to run when I heard her voice shouting at the soldiers.

Running I see a large flight of steps ahead of me, and another maid is standing just beside it, holding a wide handrail.

Stopping myself, I realize this maid is visibly astonished, and as I observe her holding a large gold tray, I begin to wonder how I would be able to walk down these flights of stairs in this dress.

I looked to see the wide handrail on my right side again, and in no time I had an idea in my head. With a big smile, I took the tray from the maid, the objects on it falling down her feet, prompting her to clean my mess, and as she did so, I sat on the tray, then pushed myself down, holding the tray and wrapping my hand around my legs with the dress.

Sliding down, I'm almost at the end of this railing when a man walks out dressed similarly to the butler, but considerably younger and far more attractive. The tray reaches the end, and I set my feet on the ground before falling forward.

As I get up, I hear Cruela's voice saying, "Stop the princess from leaving!"

Looking back to where she was, I hastily tried to flee the scene, but the young man who had just came in had moved to exactly in front of me.

As he offered his hand to me, I moved to rise up on my own, but instead I took his hand by accident, only to feel an electric shock shoot through my palm, all the way to every single body part, causing me to gasp at the touch of this attractive man.

This wave of electricity had made my insides feel like jelly; the last time I felt this way, I was in love with fried chicken.

But he wasn't fried chicken; he was a really attractive man with medium-length dark brown hair, blue eyes that glittered as he kept his gaze on me, and I couldn't stop thinking about how delectable his caramel skin looked.

Cruela had come up to me, and it appeared that the handsome man had moved away from me, only to bend himself while still holding my hand, his free hand resting against his back.

My gaze shifted to that free hand and remained firmly fixed on his hard ass. I almost disregarded his voice, which reminded me of Liam Hemsworth, and as I heard him, I silently prayed that he wasn't like Liam.

"Pardon my intrusion my beloved Princess but I received word from an omega of your attempts to flee, and chose to intervene on the matter that had provoked such a drastic choice, after I had been given the word of your chaperon to meet?"

He climbed to almost my height, and while we looked at each other, I tried to make sense of what he had demanded of me, until Cruela spoke for me again.

"Our apologies Prince Zack, the princess has not been well and we believed she would be open to meeting you at this hour-"

I snapped at the old hag again, forgetting the fact that the guy in front of me was the Prince, who was waiting for me in the gardens outside.

"I am perfectly fine to answer him you old hag, and I told you I can speak for myself!"

My outburst tightened the Prince's grip on my hand, and I looked back to see his eyes had turned pitch black, scaring the living s**t out of me. I took a step back as I heard his voice become low and ominous.

"Explain why you chose to leave your chambers unaccompanied Princess."

I couldn't understand what either of these individuals were saying, and then this lovely man let go of my hand.

The loss of his touch left me feeling alone; I desperately needed his hand back, and while I tried not to show how heartbroken I was, his eyes turned gray.

The sound of shoes could be heard behind me, and when I looked to see what had happened, everyone had bowed before the Prince and myself. Looking back at the Prince, he let out a breath while his eyes remained closed.

He then added, "Come," in a low, almost whispered voice, before turning around and walking away from me.

I had no idea how to respond to him, and all he said was that one word, which left me wondering what he meant by come.

He paused and returned my gaze, only to respond in a harsher tone.

"I said to follow me, come now!"

Instead of acting on his nasty behavior, I hear a tempting melody that has me heading towards him as if I'm trapped in a trance, and once I'm in front of him, he turns and walks away, while I follow him.

We arrived in a lovely rose garden with a cute tea table in the center overlooking a fountain of a wolf howling.

Zack took the chair I was going to use and pulled it for me. As I sat down, I noticed some staff walk over to drop the tea and snacks in front of me.

When they were finished, Zack lifted his tea cup and drank his own; the moment he did, I snapped from my trance and spoke sternly.

"What the f**k was that song that had me following you like a puppy?"

Zack nearly choked on his tea as a result of my choice of words, and he scowled at me as if I had done something horrible.

"What?"

I was not amused by his reaction to how I was expressing myself.

"Your language is not of a lady and as much as it thrills me to imagine that language in our bed chamber it is not appropriate for the outside walls."

Zack spoke as if he were from another country, and I despised being made to feel stupid by others, so I huffed.

"English I don't understand a word you are saying to me."

He cleaned his mouth and moved his hand, prompting the servants to kneel down and leave us alone.