Fate in circles

CHAPTER THREE

“Hi…,” Christie replied, rushing to her feet as a pixie-like-face girl entered.

Her energy was so wrong, Christie could swear that her room sensed it too and was protesting. The girl looked around the room and at Christie.

“The King requires your presence right now,” she said, like the words disgusted her.

“Alright. I'll be there shortly.”

“Huh?” she grunted “When the king orders, you do it immediately.”

Christie took one look at the pixie-like face girl and nodded. “Okay, I’d go with you.”

“Great,” the maid muttered under her breath and led the way.

The great passageway finally led to a greater Hall. Greater than any room Christie has seen.

“You!” an authoritative voice thundered, that the room seemed to shake interrupting her thoughts.

“King…,” she fell immediately on her feet without even seeing his face. “My King…,” she repeated.

That's him. That's him! Lucy was beside herself with joy.

That's who?? She asked, perplexed.

Your mate.

The hell??? She cursed.

She would never understand Lucy. When she needed her, she went to lay silently in her head and didn't respond but now that she had almost forgotten about her existence she was raving about a mate.

Can you stay still Lucy? Christie hissed at her inner Wolf. Or better still, remain as you’ve been since - dead.

I can't Christie. Lucy was wagging her tail so fast and excitedly that Christie was starting to catch a migraine. I can't. That's our mate. I can sense his wolf.

Oh; really? Christie asked mockingly well; you can jump out of me into his head to do a holy matrimony with his inner Wolf. How cute would that be?? Christie hissed

Pretend you are dead, Lucy. This is the worst time for you to be awake.

But Lucy wasn’t listening as she took over power, dragging Christie off the ground.

Tfff?? What are you doing, Lucy?? Do! Not! Get! Me! In! Trouble! Christie was beyond terrified. “This shouldn't be happening,” she thought as Lucy overpowered her

“Arrrrrgg!!” Christie groaned in pain as a bone broke threatening to poke out of her skin.

There was silence in the great hall as everyone halted activities to see what was happening.

“Mate!”

“Ahhh!!” Everyone gasped. Even Christie.

Please, Lucy. Christie begged. Please…

“Mate!!” Lucy said again and moved towards Damien

“Are you mad??” a bewildered Damien asked, looking at Christie trying to understand what was happening.

“Who are you again?”

Christie goes on her knee hurriedly “I am sorry, my king. That was not intentional, please. I didn't know what came over me.”

As the Dunson pack is one of the most feared packs in the werewolf Clan, so is their Lycan King, Damien.

Without speaking, Damien seemed terrifying, and when he spoke his voice thundered with commanding authority and silence that without being told you get on your knees and pay reverence.

“I am sorry, my kin….”

“Who are you?” he repeated, the bewilderment in his face being slightly replaced by irritation

“Uhh…mmm… Christie. I am Christie” Christie stutters, still on her knees with her head slightly bowed.

“Okay…” Damien raised a brow

“Raise your head and talk to me!” he growled at her when she didn't go on

“I am sorry, my king.” Her neck jerked up in a sudden movement causing her a pain that shot through one of the veins on her neck. She suppressed a groan

“Where are you from?”

“From the Crimson’s pack, my king,” Her head was bowed again. “My dad is Mr Thompson. He said I was being bought with a plot of land.”

There was a quiet uproar in the room.

“Quiet!” Damien roared at the murmuring crowd and they immediately went silent.

“Bought…” he repeated as he played with the words quietly. “You are Christie from the Crimson’s pack whose father is Thompson?”

Christie nodded.

“Well; I think I know who you might be from.”

Damien began pacing the length of the great room.

“You weren't expected to be here till the end of the week though” he mentioned.

Christie was shocked at this. Why had her parents brought her so quickly even before the King had the time to finalize his deal with them? They must have been looking forward to discarding her.

He stopped pacing and stood in front of her. Observing her. “What was that drama all about? Mate? Whom?” he questions.

“ I am so sorry King,”

“If I get a penny for every time you told me that you are sorry, I’d be really rich,”

Rich?? Christie thought. What exactly does he mean by rich?? With this great hall??

“Uhmmm…,” Christie cleared her throat. There seemed to be a very big lump stuck in it that refused to go no matter how much she cleared it. “You, my king.”

The hall held a thick silence that was deafening. And almost at once, everyone began to speak.

First, a gasp and then several gasps and ripples of murmur went around the hall and became a mini uproar.

The amusement in Damien’s face was wiped off and in its place was shock which later transcended to disbelief and later disgust.

“You call our King mate??” someone asked from amongst the crowd.

“The audacity!!” another spat

“Where’s she from?” another asked

“She isn't even fit to be a beta more so a Luna” There was mixed reaction to this statement. While some grunted and huffed, some laughed.

“Quiet!” Damien roared.

And the great hall went so still you’d hardly believe there was an uproar just some hour ago.

He signaled to a guard and whispered something into his ear. The guard hurriedly left the hall.

“Do you know who I am?” Damien asked.

Christie nodded.

He was so irritated beyond words that he was short of what to say. He could remember her father, Mr Thompson coming and begging for a plot of land and offering his daughter. He had told her that she was an omega. A weakling but since he wants an heir, she’d be able to give him and that she looked fertile.

Property wasn't Damien’s problem as he had lots and lots of them, he just wanted an heir. He had told Thompson that if his daughter was able to give him he’d increase the number of plots for him.

This was an arrangement for an heir and he believed that Thompson had told his daughter all about it. What he didn't understand was what she meant by mate.

The hell she thinks he’d ever take someone like this as a mate. He had always envisioned his mate as someone really brave and strong, complementing him.

Not this.

Not this bent on the floor like some low life, shaking out of her wits and unable to speak.

His disgust was so evident, that everyone in the hall held their breath.

“Aren’t you the one who they say is an Omega?” he spat

“Yes… my king,” Christie replied shakily.

A ripple of murmur went around the crowd.

“She is an omega??” a high-pitched voice tuned.

“Exactly what we just heard” another chipped in.

The lump in her throat that has refused to go down has moved to her eyes and slowly the tears began to stream down her face. “I am sorry, my king” She bit her tongue as she remembered what he said about her apologizing.

Just then the guard that Damien sent out came in and on his heel was the giant who they had met at the entrance of the gate.

Christie shivered from fright.

Lucy?? Lucy! She called but Lucy was so quiet. Typical of her to stir up trouble and die after it.

Christie felt so helpless she began to weep.

“Take her!” he orders.

The big man lifted her off the floor to his shoulders, amidst her kicks and screams.

“But she’s so fucken fine, man!” a voice said from the back of the crowd.