My Other Half

The First Day

Zara's POV

Dominic. Dominic Black.  His name resonated in my head so clearly. 

After the most bizarre meeting with Alpha Black, I was shown to a large room where resided in its center a king-size bed.  I sighed in relief, knowing that I would finally get a good night sleep after days of minimal rest.  The room had its own private bathroom and walk-in closet. I smelled the air and my head snapped to the other side of the room.  There was food waiting for me― scratch that, food was not the proper term; an entire buffet laid on three whole rolling tables was begging me to eat it.  The Omega, Maria if I recall correctly, quickly bowed and exited the room, closing the large door behind her.

I attacked the food without hesitation.  I drank three pitchers of water and ate for a whole pack.  After emptying all the dishes, the exhaustion hit me fully.  The adrenaline that had been pumping through my veins was no more.  I didn't even had the energy nor the motivation to change into cleaner clothing.  I closed my eyes and darkness swiftly came to claim me.

***

When I woke up, it was still night.  I looked at the alarm clock that rested upon the bedside table and it indicated me that it was no later than 5 in the morning.  I noticed that the rolling tables had been cleared off and that clean clothes were laying on the glass table with a note.  I stood up, deciding to clean up my dirty and filthy state.  I headed towards the bathroom where I then took a steamy, long shower.  I scrubbed every inch of my body from his scent.  Shuddering from thinking about Him, I shook my head and slightly slapped my cheeks.  

'Let's not play this mind game again', I sighed

'I miss him...' my wolf whined.

'Well, you shouldn't,' I snapped to Cara. 'He was the worst and he kept hurting us.'

'But he's our mate! He's our other half! I can't live without him― I'll just go insane like this', she cried out.

'Well then, rejection is our only option.  I don't even know why we didn't do it earlier.' 

'DON'T! Please.. It'll kill me', Cara whimpered with a broken voice.

'I'm sorry Cara.  It'll hurt less if we reject him than if we stay mates', I countered, trying to reason with her.  As much as I was trying to convince her, I was also trying to convince myself.  I was heartbroken from the core.

She didn't respond but I felt her agony in the back of my mind and it was an answer enough.  I got out of the shower, brushed my teeth, attacked the mess that was my hair and came out of the bathroom to get into the already-prepared clean clothes.  I glanced at the note that laid on top of it:

You are free to roam around the house, but for anything else, please do come ask permission. ~ D.

The note actually made me pensive.  Why did he offer me guest-ship here so easily? Maybe because of my family? And why did I even bother accepting? Is it wrong that I feel kind of at home here.. 

I lazily put on my clothes while bothersome thoughts were filling my mind.  I sat on my bed, clothed in a simple white cotton t-shirt and black fitted pants.  There weren't any socks or shoes so I decided to stay barefoot but that wasn't unusual for werewolves anyways.  I watched the time go by at an excruciating slow rate and finally decided to go explore the house. Realising I was somewhat on the top floor of the mansion, I headed down and walked through multiple corridors.  All lights were closed and though I sensed some living beings sleeping, there were no human (or might I say werewolf) activities whatsoever.  I was finally going down to the first floor, the floor where I first entered and recognised my surroundings.  I followed the familiar corridor and ended up at the office's double doors.  They were now closed but light escaped through the crack underneath them.  Raising an eyebrow, I sniffed around to see if there was someone inside. 

Just then, the authoritative voice of Alpha Black boomed loudly from inside the room: "Come in."

 I frowned and turned the knobs, opening the doors.  There sat at his desk, eyes focused on the computer screen in front of him, Alpha Dominic Black.  I stood there in uncomfortable silence, waiting for him to finish whatever task he was doing.  However, without leaving his focus from his work, he lazily said:

"So. Finally awake?" 

"Well, unless this is a dream, I would have to confirm your previous statement."

"Do you sleep 26 hours every time you sleep or was that a special occasion?" 

I blushed. "I slept 26 hours?"

"Well, unless you think you slept only 2 hours, I would have to confirm your previous statement."

I scoffed.  "Do you always host your guests with that much mockery and sass?"

"I don't usually have any guests at all," he stated monotonously, still mainly focused on his work.

I raised an eyebrow. "You don't?"

"No. They never go past the status of tortured prisoner. I guess that makes you special." He glanced at my mark on my forehead and then got back to work.

A silence layed upon both of us until I decided to break it after a few minutes.

"So it's because of my family?" I inquired.

"If that's the answer you're looking for, then yes."

"Oh."

The silence began once more.  At least 10 minutes past until he finally shifted his attention from his computer to me.

"I'm hungry."

I frowned at him. "So? What do you expect me to do about that?"

"Go make me something in the kitchen."

I laughed. "As if I was going to make you something. If you're saying that because I'm a female, that is extremely sexist.  I'm not your servant. And I'm pretty sure you have at least 20 Omegas on call right now that could make you any meal you desire."

"What makes you think you're not my servant?"

"W-what?" 

"Are you really going to be freeloader? A vulture just waiting for its golden crumbs?" He narrowed his eyes at me.

Jesus, this man! I swear I could just strangle him right now.

'He kind of has a good point though...' my wolf, Cara, interrupted.

'WHY ARE YOU TAKING HIS SIDE!' I hissed at her.

She brushed my question off and went back in the back of my mind.

Alpha Black was now staring at me.  His violet eyes was so hypnotising that he had to snap his fingers to get my attention back.

"Uh-Uhm, sorry what?"

"I asked you what will be your payment for staying here, at l'Hôtel de Dominic Black,"  he said with a perfect french. 

I remained quiet for some time, thinking about what I could do.  I was horrible in the kitchen and I didn't knew how to do basic tasks like laundry or gardening.  The role of Omega was never my suit.  I finally found a redeemable answer but I had to convince him first.

"I can train your warriors," I confidently announced.

He c****d his head to the side and began scrutinising me.  I'm pretty sure he was evaluating my fitness and asking himself how such a tiny female could train the killer warriors he had. 

"Ok."

"Ok? Really? I can?" I asked in disbelief, surprised at the fact that I didn't need to convince him.

"What? Are you weak? Can you not handle it?"

"No. I'm perfectly capable. I had some training," I lied. I was trained to the bone.  Rough and cruel training that was drilled in me since the day I was born.  

"Well, it's expected from De Tarylius members that they be the best of the best so I have no doubts in your combat abilities," he stated, his voice bored but I felt that he was genuine and that he really believed that.

I nodded, thankful that he did not see me as a poor damsel in distress that needed a strong man.

"Anything else?" he added, his attention shifting back to the paper load in front of him.

I shook my head and knowing that I was being dismissed, I began to exit the office.

"Don't forget. Make me something to eat," he uttered right before I closed the doors.

I rolled my eyes and headed off to the kitchen.  Or so I tried.