To Kill a Werewolf King

Playing The Part

Hawke

Six days.

That’s how long it took for Apollo to come back.

And you know what I got at the end of those six days?

F.ucking nothing.

Apollo popped into my room while I was in the middle of a shower, preparing to leave for the Blue Rising Pack to carry out my mission. The blasted fool nearly scared me half to death with his sudden, loud, off-key singing from my open bathroom doorway. I had to throw my shampoo bottle at him to make him go away. Thankfully, he threw it back cause I hadn’t washed my hair yet.

“I need a little more time. I’ll check back in in another two weeks.” He said after I walked out wrapped in my bath towel. No ‘Hey Hawke’ or ‘Sorry I haven’t been in touch’ or ‘Sorry for giving you f.ucking heart attck’, nothing. Just left his message and then popped back out of my reality, leaving me with no choice but to continue to wait on him.

Dorian had never showed up, which led me to believe one of two things: he already knew I was no longer going to be available or he has something up his sleeve he doesn't want to share with me yet. Either way, that was slightly irritating because I had been looking forward to my Master’s presence.

Although we had never been s.exual, I knew there was an attraction between us and having signed into a Dom-Sub contract a year ago already, I had expected there to be s.exual rewards and punishments. It wasn’t like we hadn’t had many flirtations, passing glances and intimate touches, but he’d never even kissed me.

Besides on my forehead or temples anyway. There were no s.exual or truly intimate parts to our agreement at all. It was more like a business contract and I had been hoping to change that. After all, I had signed and filled out plenty of forms, sometimes describing in detail s.exual ideas and kinks I liked and would be interested in trying.

It just has never happened.

Dorian's lack of presence and Apollo's disheartening meet up was already a week ago, six days to be specific and I’ve been at Blue Rising for five. And to top it all off, Davina, the rising Alpha of Blue Rising, the whole f.ucking purpose of my being here, was still not home. Neither was Jonathan. I’m starting to question if they’ll be back any time soon.

‘You just need to get laid. Dorian is a good choice because he's our Master, buuutt…’ Akira sing-songs to me with a chuckle, knowing I know exactly who she's referring to. I roll my eyes at her. The first day here, so far, has been the most memorable.

The young Omega is quite the sight. I knew he was blind, but I did not know he was that f.ucking attractive. His sharp squared jaw with a perfect chin dimple, a slightly bent nose giving his handsome face more character, and black tousled hair that lays to the side, covering most of one of his beautifully pale white eyes.

Broad shoulders a girl could cling to, thick arms but not too thick, with veins that pop when he exerts his arms in a certain way, large hands that could wrap around a girl’s throat perfectly, and a waist a girl’s thighs could wrap around like a f.ucking koala. He’s taller than me too, which doesn’t mean much, but it’s definitely a bonus.

I could sense his nervousness to be around me the entire tour of the house, so I did my best to bring my personality down a notch. I know I can be a lot to handle and a lot to get used to, but I’ll be here for a while, so that courtesy won’t last long. Still, I can do it until he gets used to my presence.

There’s something about him that makes me want to be kinder, gentler and I know it’s not because he’s an Omega. A standing Omega in a pack is usually more respected and treated better than the rest because he’s been chosen by the Alpha as the representative Omega for the pack.

But I don't think it's because he's blind either. It's clearly not something that hinders him in daily life or his job. Though I still don't know what that is. He was tight lipped about it when I asked, so I didn't press.

Another thing I noticed was that I was drawn to him, like a magnet and he to me, during the entirety of the tour and then at the dinner with the rest of the leaders of Blue Rising afterwards. Alpha’s have magnetic auras, meant to draw you into the safety of their care and protection. Omega’s do not have the same authority as Alphas do, so their auras do not have the same effect.

And yet…

I glance across the table as we eat breakfast on my sixth day here, stealing another look at the blind man across from me. He's always here in the mornings and in the evenings, but his schedule throughout the day changes regularly I've noticed.

Almost as if he doesn't have an actual place within the pack. I’ve often caught myself watching him since that first day, seeing how he and others interact with one another, noticing that he appears to be gentle and kind himself.

Perhaps that's why I wish to be the same to him. I've not met many men who allow themselves to be gentle and kind for fear of being called soft or weak, especially amongst supernaturals.

For the most part, people give him a wide berth, but when they do approach, he’s always straight to the point but polite, careful in his words, though firm in them. His stuttering seems to come from nerves when someone of a higher rank approaches him or vice versa, making me wonder at his nervousness around me.

I know Akira is an Alpha, but I hope to not give him the same impression of ranked wolves that he has clearly gotten from this pack.

His actions are much louder even, even if he does have a perfectly tuned mask like myself. I’ve seen him helping carry groceries into the kitchen so the kitchen maids didn’t have to, offering to help with the preparations with the house maids for the coming Moonrise Festival.

I’ve seen him taking the initiative to check in with other pack members, no matter their rank, to see if they need anything for the coming winter.

‘Winter is still six months from now…’ Akira whispered to me, just as stunned as I am.

I smiled at the absurdity of that when I followed him from house to house and room to room to spy on him. I didn’t mask my scent, not wanting to be found spying and accused of stalking for more nefarious reasons than my own morbid curiosity.

But he never turned around to scent me, never once checked to see if there was someone behind him. I don’t know if that’s because he is blind and therefore doesn’t regularly check himself, but even and ear over the shoulder is a way to check and he did nothing.

Just kept his head straight and walked like he could see everywhere he was going. I imagined he had a little map of the place in his head, knowing where everything is at exactly all of the time. I liked the idea of that consistency, because I enjoy order as well.

Though I know chaos is my specialty.

“What have you come to think of Blue Rising so far, Hawke?” Alpha Whitehall pries casually as he places a bite of egg into his mouth, drawing my attention from my own food and thoughts to him.

“Your packhouse is beautiful, your gardens being my favorite part so far. The people have been polite and I’ve been able to appreciate the food here whereas I usually have to grab and go.” I state, shoving another bite of food in my mouth for emphasis.

I glance over at Chance, seeing his pink cheeks and heated stare on my lips. He noticed me noticing him, the pinks in his cheeks growing deeper. It's strange because he seems to know exactly where I am within ten feet from him, like his white eyes are attached to me perfectly, as if he can see.

Another thing I've learned about him is that although he is blind, his eyes are not emotionless. I don't know about most people who are blind as I have never met another, but his eyes give way to every thought in his head. It’s a wonderful sight to see, so I egg it on further, taking a slow bite off my fork. An action that does not go unnoticed by his father.

“Chance has mentioned that you’ve spent some time in the gardens. I imagine they’re nothing like the King’s gardens however.” He states, fishing for a compliment. As a Royal representative, I have to play these stupid games, but it doesn't mean I’ll play them fair.

“No, they’re not. The King’s garden is very spacious, with hedges and pathways and all sorts of flowers growing in every which direction. He’s turned it into a bit of a labyrinth if you ask me.” I say, popping that balloon of expectation on his face. I enjoy the look of his excitement draining as I speak, noticing how Chance perks up a bit at me dismissing his father.

“But I will say,” I look at the Luna who looks incredibly saddened by what I said, “That your packhouse is much nicer than King’s. I find it to be very comfortable, and welcoming. I think you have outshone yourself on the quality of presence you have in this house, Luna.” I keep my gaze on Luna, seeing her shine under my praise.

While in the corner of my eye I see Chance studying me with a slight uptilt to his lips. His unseeing gaze is on me, as if he can see me, and his eyes move as if he is inspecting every inch of me. Mentally, I swoon under the feeling of his attention.