Taming The Cursed Beast

CHAPTER 4: Heart Attack

Have you ever wondered how you’d survive if you found yourself in a situation so messed up in a moving transportation that the thought of simply jumping off the window was the best option you’ve got? Or would you remain in a moving carriage and wallow in the endless pit of embarrassment?

That is where Agnes is right now, and the decision she was weighing on her shoulders. It was an automated bodily response to stare with wide eyes if you suddenly knew that the person in front of you is the most powerful man you could ever think of.

Perhaps the most dangerous as well.

The amusing smirk on the man — no, the Alpha King’s lips remained as he examined the look on Agnes’ dumbfounded face.

What’s more, is the heavy surge of memory of what she said and did in the past few minutes they were together resurfaced from the back of her mind.

I’m screwed.

There was only one thing she could do, and this might lead her to having her head cut off — no, this will MORE LIKELY lead her to that. Yet she decided to keep holding onto the tiny chance of surviving in the carriage.

I’m screwed, so I might as well screw it even more.

“Ugh!” she loudly cringed before gripping the fabric on her chest, just on top of where her heart should be.

That's right, she decided to fake a heart attack.

Quite the greatest option to choose from, right?

The Alpha King’s face morphed into confusion before it hastily changed into an alert state. His hands wrapped behind Agnes’ head which was about to hit the hard carriage door.

“It seems as though you’re really sick. I was lightly entertained to see you stammering as you try to find an excuse.”

“Though seeing you right now, I am afraid I have to take responsibility for you. How disappointing. I have expressed my hospitality in letting you stay in the carriage, and yet I am to take care of a woman with a malfunctioning organ,” he grinned a little before tapping the carriage window on the front which interconnects with the coach.

Hospitality, you scum boar! You were trying to snap my neck in half!

“Stop the carriage, lad. We are going to drop off something.”

Dropping? Is it me? Where are they dropping me off?

“Perhaps a rogue would be kind enough to pick this girl up and send her back to wherever her home is . . .” he announced, earning a obliging ‘Yes, Your Highness’ from the coach man.

What? There’re no way some KIND rogue would pick me up! There’s not even a kind rogue to begin with!

Agnes instantly found herself standing back up, breaking her act.

“You’re dropping no one, you beast!” she unconsciously said before realizing what has gone out of her mouth in front of the Alpha King himself.

Shit. s**t. s**t.

Agnes wasn’t able to push her anger any further as her agonized little facade quickly riveted off the blue, leaving her with her unsightly scheme revealed.

Armaros’ eyes darted down the maiden in his arms. His emerald orbs sparked with entertainment and amusement at Agnes’ another attempt of salvation. His lips curved in a knowing smirk.

Damn, he knew I would be react like this if he’s throwing me off the carriage!

“How convenient. You woke up without the need of a kind rogue to pick you up.” Armaros’ voice was low, tempting, as he glowered down Agnes’ face which was starting to drain with color.

“I-I . . .” she was at a loss for words, bouncing her heel on the wooden floor. She had no more excuse to say to attempt saving herself with. It was clear that the Alpha King, who she still cannot believe is beside her — is far from foolish.

Damn, come up with an excuse, Agnes!

“Quit your excuse, maiden or I might have to take you to the palace and torture you until you bleed to the death you are trying so hard in avoiding right now.” His eyes were hard as it stared right at Agnes’ gaze, so far as though it was penetrating through the thick fabric of her clothes and . . . her undergarments.

The thought instantly brought a scarlet flush on her face.

Agnes wasn’t sure what to say nor how to act any longer. The determination to outsmart such an unpredictable man has gone past her mind anymore.

What she wants is to simply get out of the carriage without any rogues greeting her outside.

And she was desperate.

“Look, Your Highness, I di—” before Agnes could continue her plea of having her head spared, she was eagerly cut off.

“Armaros,” his Highness mumbled. A drop of poison lacing his words. It was both a command and a threat, which Agnes did not find the necessity to follow — aside from the fear of having her neck separated from her body.

Why would the Alpha King even find it necessary for me to call him by his name?

The Lycan Monarchy, of all the years they’ve reigned on that throne made out of deaths and the reeking scent of greed and power, has always been known to have an arrogant personality.

It is expected to run in their bloodstream, straining away all righteous morals and kindness a King should even possess.

Which was why it was a disturbing order to have him call his name.

But it would be more dangerous to refuse. And thus, Agnes listened.

“Look . . . Armaros,” his name slipped out of Agnes’ lips as though it was a prohibited word, yet Armaros’ gaze lowered down her lips, staring at it as Agnes tried to explain.

“I did not ride in this carriage with ill-intentions,” she explained, breathing in and out as formally as she can with the King’s presence.

“Then in what world of a reason had you ending inside my carriage, lady?” Armaros stated as though he was listening. Yet it was obvious that his eyes were glistening around her face.

To her plump cheeks that was doubly scarlet from her pale skin tone,

To her ice-blue eyes, that if it would look at you in a death stare will surely have you kneeling,

To her white, almost silver hair which was probably inherited from a higher rank of wolves in a pack.

Most likely an Alpha or a Beta.

She is immaculate,

And clumsy.

“— they were chasing after me! Oh how, I was scared when I saw that they were still behind me as I blend in the crowd, Your Highness Armaros! Their muscles were big, rogues are known to be big, but they are humongous!” she unconsciously blabbered, illustrating huge their muscles were with her hands in the air to clearly emphasize her point.

“I see . . .” Armaros nodded, as though he was intently listening.

“and then they were —”

“and that’s when —”

“and the only thing I could do was enter,” she said, grinning yet out of breath from what she laid out.

Agnes hoped and prayed that being chased by rogues was enough excuse to intrude into the King’s peaceful travel.

“So that was it. How unfortunate of you, maiden. I shall let this pass,” he says, winking at the girl.

Is this really the Lycan King? The beast that was rumored with a filthy tone from pack after pack? How kind of him to let me go —

“Shall I then kill them for you?” Agnes was pulled out from her train of thoughts with what the Alpha King said.

Her eyes grew wide at what his words are, but mostly of how he looks as he said that. He was glowering, smirking, and the darkness seems to have been lured around him at the sight. It was as though he was really going to kill those rogues.

“N-no . . . There’s no need. I’m sure they’re already away.” she mustered all the strength she had left within her. Eyes getting stained from small tears that are threatening to flow.

The Alpha King, Armaros stared at her face. A tingling feeling was drawn in the air before his glorious laugh dominated the carriage.

“What an interesting sight,” he mumbles.

Armaros wasn’t fond of tears. He was after all raised with a face enough to devour hearts and have rejected many. He was annoyed with the sight of crying.

Yet it was an interesting situation for him to feel such a way towards another girl. Perhaps this was because Agnes was crying due to him. He was at fault.

While to the others, he wasn’t.

“I love you! I have given up my family to have you, yet you cannot even glance at me?”

They fell in love knowing he does not accept love, thus it wasn’t his fault.

Some cried from his punishments, which was again, none of his fault. Afterall, they made the mistake and thus deserve the consequences.

“I am begging you! Please, spare my family! Take me, take me instead, Alpha!”

Now that he simply threatened to have this girl’s pursuers a taste of their own medicine, her tears fell.

Armaros might have found himself liking the sight of crying.

Or perhaps, it was exclusively her only.

What am I even doing, showing him such a vulnerable sight of me. Pathetic.

“I am in no need of them buried underground, Alpha,” she uttered, gritting her teeth as she tried to male way for a forced smile.

“Are you sure? You don’t want to miss a gentleman’s offer,” he smiled, a dangerous smile that seems to be telling Agnes that if he says it, it could happen right now.

The Alpha’s daughter shivered at the chilling thought before shaking her head once more.

“I don’t need anyone dying because of me.”

Hell yeah, I don’t.

Armaros stared at her ice-blue eyes. His emerald blending on her magnificent blue. He waited for her to waiver and say that she actually wants them dead to make herself feel safe, and perhaps powerful like the others want.

Yet Agnes held her eyes high, sure, and determined.

Armaros’ gaze burned with curiosity at the girl, so much as tilting his head to him.

“Hmm. If you say so,” he added, disappointment in his tone. Agnes gulped when his eyes left hers. It was excruciating as much as it was seductive.

“Where will I be dropping you off then?” he asked, smiling at her.

Something in the woman’s guts was telling her that this smile was also used on the Alpha King’s endeavors. Such as holding ripping organs off with those massive canines.

She took a quick turn to the windows when their eyes met each other once again. Her eyes were wide with surprise to see that they were really not that far.

It was as though they were simply parading on the road just like the man from earlier said that the royalties have a knack for lavishly showing off.

“Please drop me off down there,” she pointed to the auction house.

Luckily, there was no sign of any two rugged-looking men waiting for her outside.

“An auction house, huh?” he said. Agnes nodded.

The Alpha King was about to come out of the door on his side when Agnes stopped him. She was in no need of a gentleman to wait for her doorstep, afterall.

Who knows? The Alpha King wasn’t known to be a gentleman. Such action might have some consequences, or worse, some hidden intention.

This earned a light chuckle on the Alpha King’s face.

“Though escorting you would be a strategic move to win your heart, I have no plan on doing so,” he responded.

What?

Agnes instantly climbed down the carriage as her face turned scarlet.

Good Goddess, what was I thinking?

Preoccupied with her thoughts, she did not notice the tiny scream that was coming from the other side of the carriage where the Alpha King had gone out of.

“I am giving it back! Please sir, let go of me!” a voice from a kid reached Agnes’ ears. She instantly ran towards the other side of the royal carriage and her eyes went wide.

It was the kid who stole her belongings.