SEVEN
1103 Words
Kael dragged in a deep breath and hunched over to exhale deeply once he was in the privacy of his room. He dragged in a deep breath and stared at his hand. They had traces of dried foam on them but it was nothing like the scar Elara was nursing inside the bathroom.
He turned his hands to the back too. He had never been violent without cause, let alone be violent to an unarmed and weak woman. It wasn’t his type of thing to do, especially since it wasn’t his intention to hurt Elara. Ever.
Finally, he ran his fingers through his hair and his hands down his face then he smoothened his hair before leaving the room.
Activities were already bubbling in the floor below when Kael got downstairs with maids walking in and out of the dining room with different dishes. Harry was seated at the right hand side of the table next to the head’s chair. Seeing Harry, Kael joined him at the head of the table.
“Morning, Alpha.” Harry greeted and ate a spoon of eggs. “Isn’t it a bright and fair day today?”
Kael looked towards the window, it was indeed a bright and fair day. The sun was up and bright but that was because it was nearly ten in the morning.
“You are awfully cheerful this morning.” Kael looked through the platter laid out in front of him and settled on a glass of berry juice. With everything that had happened that morning, he didn’t have any appetite for food, his brain was still in shambles. Nothing was making sense to him.
“And you are late for breakfast. This is the third meal your chefs had to prepare because the first two got cold.” Harry’s lips stretched into a big smile as he watched Kael sip his juice. “No f*****g way, you are something else, Alpha Kael.”
Kael’s brows furrowed “What?”
“You are nervous,” he scoffed lightly. “I didn’t want you to know but you feel it somehow. The nerves. The commencement of the plan is making you nervous but you don’t have to worry, I am right here with you.” Harry’s grin was wide.
“What plan?” Kael asked after he swallowed a mouthful of juice. “Harry, please quit grinning like a fool and spit it out already.”
“I told my Dad to start compiling a list of all the women suitable to be your wife and Luna.”
“Harry.” Kael sighed.
“I know you are nervous, I am too but I am also excited. I can’t wait to see who she’d be. Would it be wrong for me to say that I am low key rooting for Zara. She’s young, beautiful, just unfortunate that her husband had to die pretty early.”
“Fitzgerald’s only daughter?” Harry nodded, stuffing bacon into his mouth. “No.” Harry raised his brows curiously. “Until I figure out whatever it is with Elara, there will be a pause on the list.”
“You mean the slave from Fenrisgard?” Kael scoffed. “Please, Kael, tell me something better.”
“She is my mate.”
“She is not, Kael. I don’t know what you think happened that day but that was false. You didn’t get any scent. She is not your mate. The earlier you kill her and get over this, the better for you and everyone.”
“I will not kill her. I can’t.”
“I can. And I will.”
“Harry, until we sort everything out, she remains unharmed, I mean it. Nobody touches her, she may be here as a slave but she is my slave so make sure you let everybody in this house know that she attends to me and me alone.”
“Falling in love already, Alpha Kael. Who would have thought?” Harry mocked and rolled his eyes slightly.
“I am not-” Kael’s words died in his mouth as Elara appeared in the stairway. His eyes followed her as she descended the stairs and stopped at the foot of it.
She was dressed in black trousers with legs too big for her legs and a dull purple polo with a scarf around her neck. He didn’t recognize the clothes, probably from Brenda’s big box of lost and found but the scarf he did recognize. It was one of his clothings.
Harry noticed Kael’s distraction and followed his line of sight to Elara. “Of course. The she-devil.”
Kael turned his head slightly and glared at Harry and turned back to Elara to see her approaching their table.
“Good morning,” she greeted softly, her eyes on the food spread on the table. This close, Kael saw that the scarf covered the bruise on her neck well. “I am ready for Brenda.”
“We don’t look like a Brenda, do we? Or do you want us to conjure one up just like you did with Ka-” Kael stomped on Harry’s feet, shutting him up.
“Sit down, Elara and eat, Brenda can wait.”
She shook her head slightly. “ I don’t have any appetite. I can’t stomach anything.”
“Yes, Alpha. She can’t stomach anything.” Harry said, his eyes boring holes in Elara.
“Elara.”
“Please, Alpha Kael. I can’t.” Hurried footsteps were heard and Brenda joined them in the dining room and stood between Kael and Harry’s chairs facing Elara.
She touched Harry’s shoulder and he took her hand and placed a chaste kiss at the back of her hand.
Brenda was an elderly woman, old enough to be Kael’s grandmother but Elara was sure she wasn’t. From her rough hands and swift movements, Elara assumed she was the head maid.
“What are you doing, child? Make sure you take something alongside that silly juice you are drinking.”
“It’s berry and it’s healthy, not silly.”
“Eat something.” She added sternly. “And you must be Elara, come child. Come to me.” Elara walked to Brenda. Brenda cupped her face in her palms, turned it slightly examining Elara’s face. “Heavens, child, do you not feed? You look so sickly.”
Without looking back at the men, she left the room dragging Elara behind her. “Talk sense into you friend, Harry.”
“I am trying!” Harry called after her but Brenda was already out of earshot.
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