CHAPTER 3
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Aiden's POV
Looking out the window into the city, I couldn't help but feel bad for burning the once beautiful place to the ground with my wrath a few days back.
It annoyed me deeply how humans still refused to accept their fate. They have blamed us till date for what has become of their planet now, but have failed to see that we never wanted any of these to happen. They caused it.
They launched attacks on us after they threatened our existence with their vile words. They called us Monsters even if we were the ones to come up with a peaceful resolution when all they wanted to do was kill us for simply existing.
I heard the door open and close and waited for my friend, Slane, to speak with my back still facing him.
"The attack was quite severe, they hadn't seen it coming. It'll take some time before the neighboring village will be able to recuperate and plot against us. We could go home, if you wish", he reasoned.
" I think you're right. The people here must have learnt a valuable lesson by now. Three months should have been enough to show them who's boss around here", I said jokingly, causing Slane to chuckle darkly.
" Father has asked me to return.
We set out for home tomorrow", I informed Slane before I made my way out.
It was already dark and I was already tired. I headed to my room in hopes of getting some sleep after a long day's work.
I got ready for bed and stopped to look at myself in the bathroom mirror and thought to myself.
'I have everything any werewolf could only dream of having. Power, affluence, wealth, good looks. Why couldn't I have the one thing that I truly want, my mate'.
Every day of the year, I yearned to be in the arms of my mate. I yearned to come home after all the work I had done as a warrior to meet my mate waiting for me.
I knew I wasn't perfect and Father was already ashamed of all my philandering, but he would never understand. No one would ever understand the amount of loneliness I had to face almost every night in my bed.
For hundreds of years, I hadn't found my mate. It made me feel weaker. I chose to turn away from my problems by forgetting it in the arms of a woman even if she was not my mate.
I didn't like what I was doing either, but I was a man after all and, as a man, I had certain urges I needed to fulfill.
One of them was the s****l urge and as long as my mate was unavailable to fulfill those needs, I had no choice but to keep a substitute woman.
As if on cue, the said substitute woman just strolled into my room looking like she owned the damn place.
" What are you doing here Martha?", I asked Furiously.
Martha is a woman I keep simply for my desires. She was only summoned by me whenever I needed her and, last time I checked, I don't need her now, so why was she there?
She looked at me with her wannabe seductive eyes, and sometimes I wondered how I even started going out with her.
Martha was an attractive woman, to say the least, but she never made me feel complete.
" I'm here to make you feel better. I heard we'll be heading back to the capital tomorrow " she said, while moving towards me.
Placing my hands on my head frustratingly, I sighed.
" That doesn't include you, Martha, you'll be staying back here. I want reports from you sporadically".
She looked annoyed by what I said and, honestly, I couldn't care less.
"But why?"
" You're staying back here because firstly, you're a warrior, you're subjected to my command and right now, I'm commanding you to stay back here. ".
She stared at me wide-eyed, but I didn't flinch, she needed to be reminded of her position.
She was my w***e but also one of my workers, and she'll do exactly as I say.
I could tell she was too startled to say anything, so she opted to huff, and leave the place stomping her feet.
'What a child, how I ended up bedding her is beyond me' I wondered.
***
The following morning, I woke up feeling positive. For some reason, I didn't understand myself.
Maybe it was because I hadn't been home in a long time and I missed Mom and my little sister so badly.
I got up from bed getting ready to take a shower when I got a text from dad.
' I believe we should be expecting you today, son?'
I quickly texted back my reply.
'Yes, Father'.
As short and curt as my response was, that was always how my relationship was with my Father.
Did I mind?
Not really. I knew it was part of his grooming.
As he'd always say…
'More thinking, less talking'
I got into the bathroom and did my business quickly, brushed my teeth and had my bath.
I got dressed and quickly did my hair. I couldn't help but smile when I looked at myself in the mirror. I certainly couldn't wait to be back home.
***
Ruby's POV
I could have sworn that I was in a really bright mood this morning.
What changed my mood?
It was the moment I heard Madam Helen call my name as part of those to work in the kitchen.
My mind went blank. I had seen how horrible that man had been to the other maidens and I did not want to experience that first hand.
I rubbed my sweaty palms on my uniform and quickly gave myself a mental note.
'Just do as you're told and keep your head down and all will be well'
It quickly became a mantra as I stepped into the kitchen ready to ask the sous-chef what he needed me to do.
I wanted to limit my encounters with the main Chef as long as I could.
Right when the sous-chef was about to throw in some work for me to do, I heard a thick ugly voice speak.
Quick question: were voices even supposed to be ugly?
Well, this one sure was.
" Hey, you, the short one. Come and get the dishes ready for me to work with."
I turned around and saw that it was none other than Chef Francisco that had made the request, more like a command.
Without thinking, I shyly whispered, "me?"
He scowled at me as he looked my way.
" Who else is short around here?", he stated angrily.
Well, I knew it was obvious, but it still felt bad to be referred to as that.
I muttered a quick sorry and scrambled around looking for the plates he would use.
***
Aiden's Pov
The air smelled different from the last time I was there. It suddenly smelt… pleasant?
I was happy to be back home and having a different feeling from when I was here the last time. It only showed how much I missed my family.
Or was it something else?
Before I could bask in the euphoria of being back home after many months, a certain red-haired beauty rushed down the stairs running to my side to hug me.
" I can't believe you're back home", my baby sister, Cris, yelled out.
" Hey Crissy, how have you been?"I smiled down at her as I hugged her tightly.
" Very bored. How could you have been gone for so long leaving me here all alone".
I laughed out loud. She had always been so dramatic. God, I missed her!
" I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you, okay?"
" Yes, you will. And to do that, you'll have to go fencing with me later today".
" Cristine, your brother needs to rest. He just came back from a long journey and he must be very tired. "
My mother spoke from a distance while approaching us.
I was about to go hug my mother and tell her it was okay with me when a scream tore through my ears.
My mom tried assuring me she would handle whatever it was, but my instinct kept pushing me further to where the scream was coming from.
And it was definitely from the kitchen.
Ruby's POV
Once I was done cleaning the dishes, I placed them gently on the table next to his big pot of whatever that was.
I felt relieved as I had almost dropped the last ware but of course, luck had to not be on my side today as one of the junior chefs frantically ran past me looking for something.
As she swept past me, I lost control of the plate and dropped it right on the floor.
I heard a really loud scream and the thing is, I wasn't even sure whether it was from me or not.
My face turned sour as the once beautiful plate smashed right in front of my eyes, turning into a hideous sight.
The entire room went silent, so silent, you could literally hear a pin drop.
Everyone stopped to look at me and the pieces of the broken plate on the floor.
I could hear the loud footsteps of Chef Fransisco making his way to me.
I shouldn't have looked, but I did, and now I regret it because his looks alone could kill me.
As he walked towards me looking at me murderously , I asked for only one thing.
'Please God, let my death be quick and easy'
He stepped closer to me, raised his big fat hand to my face.
My eyes couldn't bear to witness this m******e, so they automatically closed, ready to face whatever came like a coward.
There was a problem though.
The hit never came. I only heard a loud thud as I felt a heavy load being pulled back from me, onto the floor.
I opened my eyes, shocked that the slap never came but whom I saw standing protectively before me was even more shocking.
Oh trust me, he was definitely more shocking!
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