His Huntress Mate

Her Undercover (Part 1)

It was his brother, Andrew, in a mask whom he beheld outside the room as soon as the door cracked open. His eyes inspected around to assure himself that the corridor was clear from the bodyguards.

"Andrew, how could you sneak inside the mansion without being caught?"

"Can't you let me in?"

He moved aside and made a space at the doorway for Andrew's torso to access the room. Checking the hallway once again, Aeron slid the door close and locked it to protect their talk from any disruptions.

On the couch in Aeron's study room, Andrew landed on a seat idly as if nothing bothered him upon the fake kidnap he got himself involved in. Aeron, in his escort to the chamber, took the opposite chair from him.

"Now explain to me how you could be safe from them and skulk inside?" inquired Aeron; Impatience was painted on his face.

With his serious stares at his brother, Andrew intended not to feed his brother's curiosity; he instead asked him a question. "How was the event?"

"You haven't yet answered my question."

"Nothing happened. That girl failed to hurt me. Now, you owe an explanation of how the event was going on."

"They canceled the engagement."

Too ecstatic with the information he just heard, Andrew unconsciously jerked up from his seat. "What great news!" he commented. His lips extended and revealed his white teeth of his for the joy his heart felt.

"I have known since the beginning that it is your trick, and it is not only me who learns this trick of yours. Mother does too."

The blushing cheek of happiness withered off his face for his mother figured out his lie. That worried him a bit. "Did father…?"

"No…," Aaron cut him off as he could guess what would come next out of his brother's mouth. "He has no idea about that careless thing you did which I hope you will never do ever again."

"That relieves me."

"You can't always rely on me to hide this matter. Sooner or later, the father will discover your lie."

Their conversation halted at the knocks on the door which coerced Aeron to peep through the keyhole who was it out there. As soon as he spotted a familiar face, his head turned to Andrew with hocked eyes.

"Father's here."

***

Jane managed to get back home safely from her hunt which succeeded not. That man, an enemy of hers, was safe from her murder due to the unexpected incident. She might have forfeited her precious opportunity to kill him, her strongest enemy, yet she gave up not for there must be a way to defeat him.

Onto the bed, her body plunged and rested but the nightmare of the incident on the cliff followed which jolted her awake. If only that man whom she referred to as a foe refused to rescue her, she would have died at the bottom of the abyss with no one discovering her.

Why did even the universe not compromise with her in her mission of taking revenge for her father? Was a friend of hers right that she should just discontinue her plans? No…she would not stop whatever she had prepared well to retaliate against those who looted her loved one.

Her phone buzzed with a message from Nick on the screen. Her male friend asked if she had come back from her absurd adventure of combating the werewolves which he thought merely endangered her life.

Jane's lips turned up into a smile at his text as well as her fate. If it was not for her late father, she would never haunt those beasts; living her life peacefully was surely her choice. However, destiny did not always lead you where you want; it sometimes rendered you with perils you could not elude.

After replying to his message that nothing he should worry about, Jane forced her eyes shut once more to sleep and remove all her doubt of vengeance. Her consciousness let no sleepiness claim her until the dawn fell, and it was when she could fall asleep.

However, the ringing bell intervened in her slumber, and with grumbles, she rolled out of the bed. In a minute upon getting up to her stand, the slippers under her feet patted the floor, bringing her to the door and her hand pressed the handle to unlock and receive her guest.

"Nick…." Her sullen face welcomed him with a complaint for the disturbance her friend caused early in the morning. "Can you not come at this hour and bother my nap?"

"At this hour? Do you know what time it is? This is why you never graduate from college." Nick shot her with grunts of anger for she never changed her bad habit of oversleeping.

That man's elbow nudged her to give him space to go inside the house where, on the sofa, he harbored. Jane's glare trailed him to wherever his figure ended. The mimicry of his, through which he was staying, vividly urged her to prepare for the campus. Expressionless, Jane rushed to have a shower as her friend would not go anywhere without her.

***

Of sleepiness and fear, Jane froze at the doorway of the classroom, forcing her eyes to keep awake between her yawn and consciousness. Her hand slowly moved to the door handle with her shut eyes; her pounded heart anticipated the reaction from the lecturer and the students inside to her unexpected arrival.

Once the door half opened, the lectures followed by the silent mouths of the students welcomed her presence which poured her chest with relief. Not to face the wrath of her professor for her lateness, Jane secretly snuck into their room where an old man was lecturing after parting ways with Nick who took a different class. None of the students noticed her presence which allowed her to attend class peacefully without the drama of being criticized.

At the corner, she took the seat and settled there, shaded by the fence of the students' back in front of her. Her eyes focused on the lecture but her mind rambled somewhere that she did not realize the old man whose countenance was more horror than a ghoul glared at her.

"You have been a half hour late, Ms. Brown. The rule is clear; those ten minutes late or over are not permitted access to my class. You are free to leave."

All the faces in the room turned to her in unison, witnessing the blushes of embarrassment she effortfully concealed under her bangs and hair. After collecting her books in her bag, she, with her gaze on her shoes, dragged her steps out of the classroom.

In grunts her mouth muttered through the hall, her feet just led her to the library, the only place she could run to whenever the boredom hit her. There, she could read to find out more about the werewolves, mainly their flaws she hoped to use to slay them.

Before her feet reached the library, her eyes widened at the announcement on the board about the job vacancy that she was looking for. And it further elevated her happiness for it was in the Douglas mansion she would work as a butler.

"Yeay!" Her yell grabbed the attention of the students who happened to pass by, eyeing her with weird stares which she ignored.

Luna's palm covered her mouth in embarrassment which without her realization exclaimed her ecstasy of finding out how to approach those killers whom she held her grudge against. This job of being their butler would give her access to their side; with that, she would have more chances to kill them.

With a strong determination, Jane excitedly headed to the Douglas mansion in disguise for they had known her as Jane. She changed her identity to o Mary, the glasses girl with gray eyes using contact lenses and short dark hair.

In a short period, she arrived at the gate of Douglass's mansion, greeted by the bodyguard who looked at her ups and downs as if investigating her. It was not a strange thing for he just did his job to ensure the safety of the inhabitants inside the building.

"My name's Mary Dawson. I read a job vacancy as a butler and I am interested in applying for that position." Most politely, Jane introduced herself along with her goal of coming to that place.

A taller bodyguard ogled at the other one in a fat body asking his opinion on whether or not to believe Jane's words. Through the bodyguard's mimic, he showed not his suspicion of her. They then allowed her to get in.

In the huge living room, Jane was waiting for the host to meet her; her chest throbbed in a flutter of worry that they might recognize her. Her hand crumpled the hem of her t-shirt; her gaze steered from one corner to another and stopped at her fake name mentioned by someone.

"Ms. Dawson, I am sorry to have kept you waiting." The leader of the pack emerged and walked closer to the sofa across from her and settled there.

"Y-yes, Sir. I am here to…,"

"I know. You can start your work today." Jane's eyes enlarged in surprise but no words her mouth said. "My son, Andrew, would inform you of your tasks and responsibilities." To that information he shared, Jane's eyes opened wider for her dread and panic. "Do you have any questions, Ms. Dawson?"

"No...no, Sir. I understand."

"Great! That's my son, Andrew." It was too late for Jane to hide her shocked face for in no time, the fast steps of the young man had brought him merely a meter away from her.