The Cursed Wolf King's Human Mate

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The bangs on the door became louder. Kennedy gulped. It was Geneva, who stood up, pulled up her walls, put on her confident, brave mask, and walked to the door. The lock clicked open when she twisted the metallic key. He was Shaye's friend. He saved them. He called the healers. He was the one who took her to her room when she was unconscious. He was the one who was there with Kennedy, when she woke up. She didn't know if she truly believed the voice. It could be a trap. Anything can be a trap. But she went with her broken instinct, and opened the door. Devon's eyes scanned Geneva. Hen they reached to her eyes, and he asked, " Are you okay? " Geneva nodded her head. Devon entered the room, and told Geneva to close the door. " Where is Shaye? Is he okay? " Geneva asked, frowning. " Yes. He is somewhere safe. Okay. I have to join the men. But you stay here with Kennedy and others. When We will be done, an alarm will ring. Only then, get out. Got it? " Devon asked, his gaze drifting from Geneva to Kennedy and back. The girl nodded their head. " Good! Don't get out. " He said, and ran outside of the room. Geneva locked the door again. She walked to Kennedy, sat down beside her, and asked, " What is it with you two? " "I just don't trust him. " Kennedy shrugged. " There's more to it, Kennedy. " Geneva gave her the stare that said, " Tell me the whole thing already!!! " Kennedy rolled her eyes, and grumbled, " Fine. " Geneva smiled softly. " Devon tried to sleep with me. He tries to do that with every maid. He is... Was s*x addict. " Kennedy said, making Geneva gasp. " So, did he...? " Kennedy shook her head. " No. He didn't. Actually, it is different with werewolves. For humans, being addicted to s*x has low intensity than werewolves. Devon's wolf is very powerful. So, it is hard to control his wolf. He tries his best. I know this because when he tried to force me, he was shaking his head. He was trying to get himself out of his Wolf's power. And he succeeded. He didn't do anything to me. Nor did he do anything to other maids after me. The maids that sleep with him, do that with their own consent. So, after that incident, I requested the King to allow me to go to a vacation. So, The King as generous as he is, paid for all the things, and allowed me to go. I have returned two days before you can to the castle. " Kennedy gave a awkward smile. " But I still don't trust him. I mean his wolf. " Kennedy added. " But.. You were there with him when I woke up. " Geneva said her voice soft as caramel. " Yes. Because I don't trust him with you. And I knew you would need me. " Kennedy offered her a gentle smile. Geneva felt a prick of guilt building up in her chest. And I thought that I couldn't trust her. Geneva slapped herself in her mind. Her eyes welled up, and she embraced Kennedy. " Thank you. " She whispered. " Friends don't thank each other. Don't you know that? " Kennedy smiled. Geneva nodded, and broke the hug. " What happened when you were there? In your parents house. " Kennedy asked. Geneva told her all about it. How her parents pretended to love her. They are her adoptive parents. Her brother called her name, behaved badly, in short he too hated her, how they were trying to sell her off to the wealthy man. And how Shaye helped her to escape. " You're not going back there, are you? " Kennedy's brows knitted as she held Geneva's hands in hers. " No. Shaye asked me to see in the mansion. " Geneva smiled. " What? That's great! " Kennedy shouted, a Cheshire grin on her face. " But I asked him to give me a job here. I can't live here for free. "Geneva shrugged a shoulder, smiling. " So, what job did he give you? " Kennedy asked as she leaned closer,her eyes sparkling with curiousity. Geneva chuckled at her friend's excitement. " I am his P.A." Geneva said, with a bubbly voice. " What does that mean? " Kennedy asked, tilting her head to the left. " It is a short form for personal assistant. I have come up with it. I have to take care of him, and his works. " Geneva smiled. The grin, and the soarkle, all left from Kennedy's face, and eyes. " What? " Geneva furrowed her brows. " Nothing. It's just that.... The King has bad attitude. No one has ever succeeded in dealing with him as his personal assistant. There were two boys and one girl before you. After one week, they ran like their pants were in fire. And they never turned back. " Kennedy felt bad for Geneva. She would miss her if Geneva ever leaves the mansions and never comes back. " Relax, Kennedy. I'll be fine. Were those three people friends with Shaye? " Geneva asked, riasing her brow. Kennedy shook her head. " Yes. But I am friends with him. I think I can manage. " Geneva smiled. " I hope so. " Kennedy gave her a tight smile.

They were told by Giselle that the fight will continue till late. And theyw ere given clothes. Geneva went to the bathroom to freshen up. Her feet padded over the cold blue tiles of the bathroom as she took a quick glance. The blue bath tub was so big that it could fit a giant. The blue basin sparkled like stars, as it has never been used before. She glanced at her reflection. Her hair disheveled, the collar of her dress were slightly brown. She put her clothes on a rack, and freshened up as quickly as she can. A small glass drawer beside the rack had everything she needed. Liquid soaps, soaps, some white clothes to scrub her body. She freshened up as quickly as she can, and got out of the bathroom. Kennedy entered the bathroom, and Geneva took time to dry her hair with a white cloth infront of the big slender mirror beside the bed. She took out a bristle brush from the wooden drawer adjusted below the mirror, and brushed her hair with it.

Giselle brought them food and two pitchers of water, and left them alone after that. Geneva folded her legs, and sat comfortably at the bed. The rectangular large melamine plate had two small plates on them, covered with dome shaped grey lids. Geneva and Kennedy opened the lids, and fresh aroma of chilli peppers, cumin, corriander, and lemon grass hit their noses. Their nostrils flared, and tears welled up in Geneva's eyes as she couldn't control her happiness within her. Kennedy grinned at Geneva, and asked, " Should we start? " " Who are we waiting for? Let's dig in. " Geneva said, chuckling. The chicken thighs were roasted, so their salty, sour hard crust seemed black but as the fork entered and the knife cut into the chicken piece, Geneva could already taste it's flavour in her mouth. She put the small piece that she cut, into her mouth. It melted, leaving milky, lemony, and savory taste in her mouth. She put some chilli peppers in her mouth, which were steamed, and garnished with soy sauce and sesame seeds. After they were finished with the main, they dug into the oranges. And lastly, they put the delicate strawberries in their mouth, which were drizzled with melted chocolate, and some sugary transparent sparkling sweet sauce.

After they were finished, Kennedy leaned on the headboard, and Geneva followed her suit. They sighed, and looked at each other. " That was amazing! " Geneva said. Kennedy chuckled, and nodded. " What are we going to do now? Giselle said that the fight will continue for a while. " Kennedy pouted, and thought on the question herself. " Well, you can tell me about yourself. I would have told you about myself. But I don't remember anything. " Geneva shrugged. " There's nothing much to say about myself. " Kennedy replied. " Come on. Tell me!! " Geneva shook her by her arm. " Okay. Okay!! I was born in a village far away from here, we used to love in a cottage. My father worked in the farms, to build crops, and my mother sewed clothes for women. When I was born, they were quite happy. But not for long. " " What do you mean? " " Well, It was really hard to feed another stomach. So, I was taught how to see by my mother. When she got to know that how much she teaches me, I'll still be a loser in sewing, she told me to go learn work with my father. And when I failed at that too, I was sent to a woman, who tells you about your hidden talent. The old woman told my parents that I have a talent for helping. I love to help people and that's my talent. My parents were disappointed. How can I earn money with helping people? So, they told me to pick up something." " What did you pick? " Geneva leaned in to hear more clearly. " One day, I was walking in front of a wood shop. The Carpenter was working on a piece. He was sculpting a birambo tree. And trust me, the birambo tree is really hard to curve out from a square piece of wood. It has lots of curves, and in its bark, there are lot of swirls. I was standing there, in front of the shop, watching the wood carver, carving the tree from a block of wood until the man invited me into his shop. " " Then what happened? " Geneva's eyes sparkled with curiosity. Kennedy let out a quiet chuckle. "Well, I sat tmin his shop the whole day, and watched him carve other pieces too. He made a man, who was running to his home late, the fear was clear in his eyes, he was dreadful about his wife. The man carved a small boy, watching a girl walk away from him, with eyes full of admiration. He carved a dog, loyal to it's owner. He carved a girl, who was pure dissapointment to her family. And that hit me. Before I knew, tears started to fall from my eyes, and the man noticed He wiped my tears, and asked me why I was crying. I told him about me having no talent. I desperately wanted to help my parents but I had got nothing. So, the man told me a life changing thing, that I still believe. He said, " We have lots of wood carvers, glass sculptors, dancers, farmers, sewers, teachers. But we don't have someone who is willing to help. You are unique, Kennedy. You have a talent that no one has. Your heart is pure. You are a treasure, dear. Keep your talent close to you. It will someday help someone. " I bobbed my head up and down and smiled at the wood carver. At that time, I thought he was just trying to comfort me. But now I know, what he was saying. " Kennedy smiled at her friend. " Don't stop there. Finish it!! " Geneva urged her friend. " You know a out King's curse, right? " Kennedy asked. " Yes. He told me just few minutes before we were told that we are under attack. What of that? " Geneva asked. " The King is trapped in his beast form. And he has bad temper. The day he was cursed, everyone left him. Except Giselle. There were lots of servants and other important people with high rankings but after King was cursed, they ran away, afraid that The King has turned savage. And his bad temper didn't help with his reputation. Giselle stayed nonetheless. But she wasn't enough. She couldn't do everything by herself. So, she when she wasn't working, she went to different houses and asked for help. Giselle isn't a good cook, and King hated her cooking. The King locked himself in his room, afraid and ashamed. For days, Giselle was in search of people who would stay in the mansion, and work for the King. But no one accepted. " " So, what did she do? "