Seducing The Werepriest, My Obsession Among Four Mates

Chapter 3

Xianna’s POV

Every morning, woke up with me working at the apartment of the quadruplets, cleaning and doing their laundry. Each day I would wait at Carlos' room, lingering longer than it took to mob and arrange, hoping he would return but he never returned.

Day by day, I sunk in despair.

I thought of who to ask, Ray was my enemy, Karl wouldn't even answer. The only person that came to mind was Damien.

A lot of thoughts brushed up, so I was going to approach him. But what would I say to him to get him to reply to me. I risked getting him jealous. In my anxious moment, the moon goddess answered me. The door of the second room in the hallway opened. My pulse rate sped up seeing Damien emerge. I tried to hide the blush.

He walked up, as I raised my eyes, he was glaring at me, amused. “Excited to see me, huh?”

“Huh?” I paused suddenly, looking at him as though I didn't get what he said.

He widened his eyes, waving his hand over my face. I shifted my head back, stepping back. My body stiffened.

“I—I wanted to ask about Carlos. I haven't seen him in four days since I began working here.” My eyes flipped from the left to the right, trying hard to hide the red face I got merely talking about him.

“Did you come here to work for us or wait for Carlos?” He asked playfully, smirking.

No response.

Before I could say a word, he walked away, faster than I could ever have thought of, typing into his phone. If he, the most playful among the three left, could respond this way, then I had no hope to ask the others.

I continued with my mobbing, still thinking about Carlos. They said he’s so religious, as a werepriest is very keen at praying at the Chapel and celebrating religious ceremonies for his family and the pack members alongside with the other priests ordained and set apart for the service of the church. Due to temptations brought up to them, the Chapel is out of bound to people especially girls and women except during general religious activities.

At the moment, there was none. I thought of how to meet him until my brain was almost cracked with anxiety. I couldn’t bear it any longer. At some point I dropped the mob, running off, straight to the Chapel without stopping.

It stood at the center of the green field, so large that the corners of the field couldn’t be viewed from a single stance. The Chapel, the only one we had in the pack, was big enough to contain about ten thousand. I haven’t been here for long but I have learnt a lot. Mainly, because the man of heart had something to do here. Painted white, it stood as the symbol of holiness with a cross on top of it.

At the verandahs of the Chapel from the distance, I saw priests, old and young alike walking to and fro, they usually rose earlier than other members of the pack for morning prayers and visitation of the sick. From where I stood, I looked hoping to sight Carlos but I didn’t. As much as they passed to and fro, I kept focused, knowing my target.

Now there was no woman working inside of the Chapel, just servants. My mind pricked me. I looked back. There was no one and this field was far away from the residential blocks of the pack estate. I didn’t want anyone to see me coming up here. I’ve gotten into a lot of troubles with the Alpha brothers already, I didn’t want to record anything bad with Carlos.

“Maybe I should have dressed like a servant.” I thought to myself.

I grabbed my chest as I slowly approached, the calm and serene music emanated from it, filling me with heavenly bliss. I paused, shut my eyes to listen more to the song and what it meant. It was like the song of Angels and most consoling with eyes shut.

“This place is too holy for you. He’s too holy for you!” A calm, low voice whispered to my ear. I shivered.

Could it be the voice of the Divine or the moon goddess?

“I want him badly. He was destined for us.” My wolf challenged the first voice, filling me with primal needs.

I took a step further, then stopped. Both voices were at war, conflicting right inside of me. I shook my head, trying to clear off the first voice. I wanted Carlos and there was nothing anyone would do to make me leave him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” A familiar voice growled behind me. Slowly I turned. Unbelievable. Padre Carlos. My heart jumped to my throat.

“Where did you go out so early?” I stammered, forcing words through the thick nervousness that consumed me. His eyes scanned me deeply, I lowered my face, playing with my fingers.

“To visit the sick,” he uttered in the most gentlemanly way.

“I hadn’t seen you in days, so I thought of visiting you to make sure everything is okay.” I confessed, partially. My wolf was beating me to say it all but considering his face, suspicious, I held it back.

“There’s no woman at the Chapel, what do you want?”

I remained silent, calculating what to say before slowly raising my lowered face for our eyes to lock. A slight grin lurked within my lips briefly before my jaw clenched with determination. I was going to say what I had in mind, even though it may not change a thing, at least so he would know.

“I wanted you. I want you.”

“Hmmm,” he smirked, looking away shyly. Undisguised desire flashed in his eyes quickly before taking back the usual serious gaze.

“I’m a priest. I can’t love. I spend my days at the Chapel, overseeing the rest of the priests. I appreciate your interest in me but you have my brothers. They are free for you.”

I searched his face with tears in my eyes, this was an indirect rejection. “But I don’t love them?”

“And I heard Ray say you’re his mate? Damien and Karl, same thing.”

“What?” My body subconsciously shifted. “That can’t be possible. We are the worst enemies.” I snapped.

“They secretly confess to feeling different around you for the very first time in their lives. They have never felt for a woman, neither thought they could until you arrived. Since then, they have tried their best to veil this feeling.”

“Through enmity!”

I poked my eyes all wide, I grabbed my chest, trying to believe this. I couldn’t believe what I just heard, it would become an eternal impossibility except for who was saying it. My heart began to pound heavily in my ribcage.

Why does something sound strange about them?

They never thought to fall for any woman? Didn’t they think of getting a mate as heirs of the Alpha President?

“My heart beats only for you.” I repeated, firmer than before. I wouldn’t let him go. “They should be lying to you, we had nothing other than enmity.” I confessed. How could they say I was their mate, yet I felt nothing for them.

They are quadruplets, if one is my mate, then all are as per the wolf mating rules. Here, however, my heart was beating for only one, it would be me wanting someone I couldn’t have while they could have just wanted someone who didn’t want them. I even doubted they wanted me. This got the case even more complicated.

“It’s quite unfortunate you don’t want the guys you belong to but chasing after someone unavailable. I’d already taken my chastity vows a couple of years ago and it’s forever.”

Stepping closer, he placed his hands on my shoulders. We stared at each other, faces close. Our chests rose and fell in sync. Our wolves could detect the deep beating of our hearts, it bonded quickly. It was one-in-a-million I wanted to have forever but then he pulled away abruptly like he just realized himself.

“I’ll be in serious trouble, you as well, should we be caught at this moment. I guess you should go back.”

“They are your mates!” These words haunted me coupled with his walking away, not even sparing a look back. I stretched my hand wanting to catch him but he was already gone. My eyes locked at his back, as he took quick, graceful steps back to the Chapel on his black cloak flowing to the ground. It felt like I’d lost something precious and he was pushing me to his brothers.

How can we be mates? They hate me to death, especially Alpha Ray.