The Amorous Mate

Chapter 38: Discovered

“Leader, the Princess has indeed escaped.” From the room where the Princess was first caged, the rogue servant wolf of Miss Kress appeared and brought the news.

Miss Kress smiled, both flustered and mad. “I have already expected it,” she said. She blinked, trying to hide her anger behind her smile. “But that doesn’t mean I would not be mad by that news.”

She looked at Lord Matthew, but because she could not meet his eyes for a long time, she then looked at the woman she is accompanied with. “Kill her,” Miss Kress commanded.

“B-But . . . Miss Kress, she i-is—”

“—I said kill her!” Miss Kress screamed, raging. She was breathing heavily, for her anger has finally exploded from her chest.

“Why do you have too much anger for me, young Miss?” Gwyneth asked, smirking. “But then, I say thank you. I have long been no stretches in battle. Must I enjoy their company then.”

Gwyneth looked at the servants who were standing near the doorway of the room where Princess Demeter was once placed. They all took their frightened step backs, for they knew how terrifying the woman was.

“Alpha,” said Gwyneth. “I will leave that woman to you. Until Beatrix was still doing her job, I must entertain myself first.”

“Feed your pleasure, Aunt,” Lord Matthew gave her the permission.

“Very well then,” Gwyneth replied. She smirked at the group of men who was still looking terrified as they stared at her. “A pack must hunt as a pack. But for now, I must hunt them alone.”

She wolf-shifted. Her human body immediately turned into a furry, huge wolf that is as white as a snow. An elite, highly powerful color for a she-wolf.

The men beside the room was left no choice but to wolf-shift as well. Some of them used their form to run away from the hunter wolf, but some of them, though they knew that they do not have chance, still courageously chose to face and fight her.

The fight and hunt of Aunt Gwyneth started. The whole mansion are starting to become chaotic all because of the bursting movements of huge creatures fighting in a cramped space.

Miss Kress and Lord Matthew was left facing with each other. Lord Matthew was standing with comfort and confidence, for they had already accomplished their mission in this place. He just needed a few minutes of waiting before they could return back to their place, the Silver Feather Mansion. He just needed for Beatrix to unseal whatever sorcery Miss Kress has done.

Miss Kress on the other hand was opposite of what Lord Matthew was feeling. She was panicking inside, and for a record, she could not know what next move she should do. She was the leader of the group of rogue wolves, and she took a lot of effort to make this group be as huge and as powerful as this. She has to admit that their group were not yet fully prepared for something like this. She has just managed to form a group pf rogues, but almost all of them were still not yet prepared in fighting. They were not yet trained, and they only fight according to their instincts.

Never she thought that the one she had worked hard to form will just crumble only because of her desire to kill a princess she was jealous with.

“Say, Miss Kress. Why did you do this to the princess?” Lord Matthew asked.

Miss Kress scoffed. “Nothing.”

“I am not a fool to believe such meaningless word as your answer.”

“Then you need not to find why,” Miss Kress reasoned.

“I demand an answer,” said Lord Matthew, hardening every words he uttered.

“Because of you and Prince Nigel,” Miss Kress burst, embarrassed. “I have dreamt of you or him being in my hands. I desired to spend my life with either of you, for you have helped me that time I was embarrassed to the people in the ball. I did it by desire of living with you or the prince. Then I realized . . . I could not have either of you because of that mere princess who knew nothing but sleep in bed of luxury. The both of my interests . . . were after a measly princess.”

Lord Matthew smirked in disbelief. “All of this chaos, just because of that mere reasoning?” he asked.

“I know I made a wrong decision,” Miss Kress admitted. “But I could not turn my back anymore. This is a wrong thing I have made, and I must face its consequence.”

“Does that mean you do not regret your hasty actions?”

Miss Kress gritted her teeth. “I would only regret if you would say if you would tell me how meager my worth was into you, my Lord. Tell me, do you have not any sense of attraction towards me?” Miss Kress neared Lord Matthew. She held the lord’s arms and desperately looked at the lord’s eyes.

Lord Matthew smirked. He started to like playing with the Miss. He tightly held both of her arms, and pinned on the wall. He looked back straight at her eyes.

“L-Lord Matthew,” Miss Kress muttered, flustered by the sudden act of the lord.

“None,” Lord Matthew suddenly muttered. “I will never be attracted by someone whom I have just met, nor be attracted to someone who looked pitiful and weak. I could never imagine how I will live with you for the rest of my life if your value to me was as small as a river pebble.” He smirked even wider. “Now that you know your meager value to me, go and regret just like what you said. I want you to suffer over the things you have mistakenly done to the princess. I want you to be with agony for the entire remaining of your life.”

Lord Matthew’s words were wicked, he was aware. But compare to the madness concreted on his chest because of what the Miss has done to the princess, his wicked words were only but a soft. punishment.

However, for Miss Kress, that is enough as a torture. She gritted her teeth, and with the use of her arms grown with sharp nails, she slashed a claw at Lord Matthew’s face.

Lord Matthew has anticipated the act, but he did not avoided it. He let the Miss’ claws cause wound on his clean face.

He then again smirked. “Are you satisfied by hurting me?” he asked.

Miss Kress faltered as she looked at the dripping blood on the lord’s face. “M-My Lord, I . . .”

“You have added more reason to why I must hate you, Miss Kress. You do not deserve me.” Lord Matthew again shook his head with a smirk. It has seemed that he was enjoying to mentally torture the miss.

Miss Kress shook her head. “N-No, I deserve you,” she said. “You must be with my side!”

The miss has already lost control of her thoughts. As if everything turned black, she started to mindlessly attack the lord, all because of the rage swirling on her chest. Until she started to slowly attempt wolf-shifting.

At the lord’s front, her beautiful face were being covered with ashen fur. Her eyes started to glimmer in red. Her fangs grew longer.

“I must be with your side,” Miss Kress again muttered.

Lord Matthew was prepared to fight with her, even though he hasn’t had the ability to wolf-shift yet, he knew that his natural strength and his combat skills were more than enough to kill the Miss.

However, all the current momentum stopped when a silver glimmer of sword flared at Miss Kress’s chest. Seconds after, blood erupted at her mouth.

Someone killed the leader of the rogue wolves. As Miss Kress slowly kneed on the ground and lay lifeless, the culprit of the miss’s death appeared from her back.

It was a man covered with a strong aura. A kind of confidence more than what the Alpha has. By means of looking at, Lord Matthew could already know—and perhaps accept—that it was a man who was more powerful and stronger than him. He wore a silver armor relevantly familiar to him. On his right hand was a lance, while on his left was a sharp sword which he had used to kill the leader of the rogues. He sheathed the sharp sword, and then looked at Lord Matthew.

The man was smiling, but his eyes were screaming its crave to kill.

“Ah, you are familiar to me, My Lord,” the man said. “You are Lord Matthew Uppergallant. A well-known Baron Lord from the province of Saxton.”

Lord Matthew was wary of the man. “Forgive me, for I do not recognize the man in my front,” he said.

“Well then, allow me to introduce,” the man in silver armor bowed. “I am Sir Cedric Valhaullster, General of the Royal Army, and leader of the Royal Werewolf Hunter Squad.”

Lord Matthew wanted to take a few step back, for his terrifying aura was dominating his. He could not believe that he finally saw the man his Aunt Gwyneth was wary about. Indeed, his Aunt was right—the General was not someone whom he should deal with, until his very power to wolf-shift would be given at the right time. He was no match to him.

“I am familiar to the General. It is nice to meet you, General Valhaullster,” Lord Matthew said.

Yet, the General was still bowing at his front. “My mission here,” he said, “as the Queen’s order, is to kill every wolves I would find.”

The moment he raised his head, was the exact moment he lunged towards Lord Matthew with an incredible speed. Holding his heavy lance, he pointed it towards Lord Matthew, and planned to hit a dire blow at his chest.

Lord Matthew, however, managed to block the lance by means of his bare hands. He jerked from where he was standing, and was pinned to the mansion’s wall. Cracks and rumbles echoed in the surrounding, sign that the General’s attack was strong.

“I must say, my lord, that I am impressed,” said the General. “For a mere wolf, that blow could have caused them their life already.”

“That is because I am not a mere wolf,” Lord Matthew said, weakly grunting. “I am the alpha of our pack.”

General Cedric gasped in excitement. “What a lucky day this could have been! I would be capturing a worthy wolf. I would be bringing an Alpha’s head to the palace.”

Lord Matthew growled. “That is if you could.”

Without any words, the General started attacking Lord Matthew again. Lord Matthew was lucky enough for dodging his attacks, but one special blow from his lance had connected at his chest, causing him to spit a fist amount of blood.

“My Lord, I do not know what do you want from the princess, but, whatever your plans were, I will never let it happen. Now tell me, where is the princess. Your life will be spared once you tell me where she is.”

Lord Matthew weakly rose from the ground. “She is safe.”

General Cedric’s forehead creased. “I do not have a lot of patience, My Lord. If you would not tell me where she is, then death will be your end.” He raised his lance. He inflicted a deadly blow towards the Lord. A blow that will ensure his death.

But what is an Alpha if he is just but a weakling? Despite the fact that he was not on the right age of wolf -shifting yet, he was able to form his own pack. He could not do it, unless if he wasn’t strong enough.

The dust from the blow of General’s lance has cleared. The General was hearing a growl. A terrifying one.

When he finally have a clear vision, he saw Lord Matthew’s crimson eyes. His aura were becoming stronger—with more pressure that was reaching his own immense aura.

The lord was starting to wolf-shift.

General Cedric was amused. He jumped back, and let the lord succumb from his own rage, and complete his wolf form.

“Indeed, this is a special day,” the General said after seeing the wolf on his front.

As dark as the crimson night, the wolf on his front bears the terrifying presence of a huge black wolf. Its eyes were red, its fangs were as sharp as his sword. On his forehead, a white, crescent moon-shaped group of fur was telling the General that his opponent—Lord Matthew—was a powerful dark wolf bearing the blessing of the ever mysterious Moon Goddess.

*****

Chelsea was walking back to her abductor's mansion.

She could not explain why, but as she stayed at the place where Beatrix had left her, something unbelievable happened. She was able to see through the dark. As if she had a clear vision just like when there is a light, she was able to see the whole surrounding.

At first, she thought that her eyes has just adjusted from the darkness. But then she was convinced it is something more deep, for the way how she could see the surrounding were vivid, as if it was not dark anymore. As if she has a night vision capability.

To add more peculiarity to the things she were experiencing, she started to hear whispers. The whispers were incomprehensible, but she somehow understands that she should follow the direction where it was coming from.

She followed, not minding Beatrix’s plead not to go out from their hiding spot. Her feet and the whispers lead her back to the mansion.

She has seen a lot of dead bodies, and she just wanted to crumble and cry out from fear. But the whispers were as if controlling her. She did not collapse from fear, instead, ignored the dead bodies. She continued walking, going back to the mansion’s interior. She walked aimlessly.

Until she saw Lord Matthew.

The whispers were gone, and her mind went back clear and uncontrolled. She saw how a man in silver armor blew a detrimental attack to the lord, which surely will lead to his death. She gasped. She wanted to run and save the lord.

Yet, her feet froze when from the armored man’s attack, the lord rose. What is even worse, she witnessed how from his human body, the lord shifted to a terrifying wolf.

“L-Lord Matthew is . . . a wolf,” she whispered.