In Love With A Werewolf

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

A Cook Indeed

MIA'S POV

Rain began to fall and the thunder rumbled loudly and could make anyone cringe. I was hurt and could not move at that moment. Then I looked at my Mom beside me and I could see blood trickling down from her head down to her chin, her hair was scattered. Blood was all over her face and clothes, she was no longer breathing.

My dad was also dead as he wasn't moving and I couldn't hear any heartbeat from them. I had transformed into a full wolf form, but then I changed back. My heart began to ache seriously and I began to squeeze my heart, but it didn't help with the pain.

In a few minutes, I began to hear the police siren and when they got to our car, they took me out and had the paramedics take care of me, while they zipped my foster parents in different bags. I cried and blamed myself for having to kill them because of my inability to control my shift with the full moon visible.

I attended the burial ceremony and cried my eyes out a lot, it was painful and it was something I wished so many times that it didn't happen. All other full moons, I didn't see the moon, nor did its light illuminate my room. Then Mr. Bailey, my parents' most trusted butler introduced me as the heir, to anyone who came to pay their condolences.

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Seventeen years later, I had grown, looking beautiful and like my real mother. Due to the horrible incidents that came my way when I was six, I had become distant, and stern and didn't trust anyone. Mr. Bailey had been the one mentoring me on how to be fit for the CEO position, he stood in for me, when I had to make decisions and he gladly stepped down when I came of age. Then, I understood why he was my foster parents' most trusted butler.

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I was in my sitting room as different people came for the cooking audition I held. Due to the incident of 17 years ago with my real parents, I had pyrophobia. This made me withdraw from anything related to fire. The people who came for the audition were not good enough at their cooking and I couldn't employ anyone who didn't or can't cook to my taste.

This went on for days until a man came for an audition and he was the only one at that time. He came earlier than the time most people came.

"Uhm... Do you have a reason for coming earlier than the specified time?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Yes. Coming early in the morning is best. There would be fresh energy and the mind and muscles would be calm to aid in cooking to ensure the desired taste." He replied, with a bright smile.

I was astonished that a young man would be so interested in cooking and try his best to make research on how to be better. He had better be better than the rest with the speech he gave me.

"So, what are you going to make for me?" I asked, expecting what meal I would have to taste this morning.

I was always picky about the food I eat in the morning. My taste buds are critics themselves.

"I'll be preparing beef stew. It would be lovely to eat this morning and I assure you the taste is going to be exquisite." He said as he removed his crossbag.

"Alright then. That's the kitchen over there." I pointed to the kitchen that was just around the corner, near the dining.

"Thank you for allowing me, ma'am." He said with a smile, and dropped his crossbag, then went to the kitchen.

Within an hour, he was back with the beef stew, smelling nice. My tummy started rumbling and I couldn't wait to have a taste of it. Not only did he serve the beef stew, but he also placed a red wine beside it and he poured it into a glass wine. He smiled enthusiastically at me and was waiting for me to taste it. Then I looked at the beef stew, it looked appealing and people with a low appetite would find this appetizing.

Then I took a spoon and tasted the stew. It was really nice, in my head, it was like there were fireworks displaying. The taste of the food made me feel sweet and happy.

"It tastes really nice and goes well with red wine. You are hired." I said, keeping a straight face.

"What! Really? Thank you so much." He said, holding his two hands together like he was grateful.

"Alright, you'll have to work as a stay-in cook. You'll live here and you'll have your room. You can move in tomorrow after you sign the contract. But I'll provide the contract tomorrow as well." I explained, looking at his expression.

I hoped that he would accept the offer to live with me because I had countless cravings and craved delicacies from time to time. If he was around, he would be able to provide whatever I need or want to eat.

"Uhm.... Alright, ma'am." He replied, with a smile.

"What's your name?" I asked, keeping a straight face.

"Hudson Grant" He replied as he blinked twice, which was clearly involuntary.

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I went to my bedroom to change my clothes, after I had a nice meal, which was beef stew. I had a meeting to attend at work and didn't want to run late. As I was changing my clothes, my phone beeped and I saw a message which read: "Check the news."

I wondered who sent me the message, but decided to check the news. I went down to the sitting room, then put on the TV. It was a particular house that was burning down to ashes. This made me remember the explosion that happened years ago and my syndrome was triggered again.

I began to breathe heavily and I squeezed my chest as the pain was becoming unbearable. I fell to the ground and my eyes were wide open, I knew anyone could see pain through my eyes at that moment. Who was going to save me?