Oscar.
When I arrived at Alpha McCain's house, I noticed that the werewolves were taking a defensive stance. They must have thought I had come to fight. I had to let them know that I came in peace, yet they did not relax. I wouldn't blame them. I had killed one of them the night they attacked Karen. They had reasons to be scared and be on their guard. I was ushered to a waiting room, where I was served a drink. I didn't want to drink anything, but I knew I was being watched, so I took a sip."He will be joining you soon, Alpha Wilde," McCain's Beta told me in the most respectful way he could manage. The truth was, I had risked my life visiting. All they had to do was kill me, and my pack won't have an Alpha, and then they could take over. Unlike McCain, I had no mate and no offspring. It would be as easy as taking candy from a baby.I was nervous, but I didn't let it show. I was doing all this for a woman that I did not love, a woman I didn't intend to end up with, a woman I was going to let go of once I was ready to settle down, a woman that would fade into my past in the future. This was the craziest thing I had ever done. I didn't talk to anyone about visiting McCain, so they wouldn't be able to talk me out of it.Alpha McCain eventually joined me. He smelled of sex, so I knew he had just got some action. I wished I had gotten some action before coming for the meeting.
"Alpha Wilde, welcome to my humble abode," he started, he seemed all bubbly and happy, and I wondered if the pussy was that good.
"Thank you for inviting me," I responded with a smile.
"So do we go straight to business?" he asked, and I nodded.
"Mind telling me why you are here?" he asked, and I raised my eyebrow because he knew exactly why I had come. I decided to play along.
"Your men destroyed an apartment I owned and tried to attack my mistress and me," I said point-blank. The angle I was taking was that of the truce. They had no right to come to my territory unannounced, damage my things and attack my people.
"If you want to put it that way.. " he said, understanding my angle.
"How else should I put it? " I asked him, and he smiled, leaned back in his chair and looked at me."You were harbouring a Hunter in your apartment, and to get to her, we had to trespass. You know the wellbeing of everyone trumps the code any day." He pointed out.
"Karen is my employee and my mistress. You should have called for a meeting." I pointed out.
"I am sorry, Wilde, but why should I take permission from you to end a threat?" he asked, and I got pissed off."We both know what you did or tried to do was cowardly. Trying to kill a defenceless innocent woman. If you cared so much about our wellbeing, why not go for Giles directly and kill him before he can recruit her? Why not go after the vampire leader before he could recruit her? I know why. It is because, unlike her, they can defend themselves." I said in a calm tone.I noticed his countenance change which put me on high alert. I must have struck a nerve with him. He looked at me for a while and then relaxed."There are many beautiful human women in town. You can have anyone you want. Why her?" he asked me, and I sighed.
"She isn't a threat, McCain, don't create problems where there aren't any." I pleaded. " This girl just got a break. You need to see her; she is harmless. She has no powers and no skills. Have some pity, McCain."
"Her father and grandfather didn't pity us when they tried to eradicate us," he replied.
"And you think killing her will get to them? Someone they don't care about? Someone that was left at the orphanage to rot? Someone that would have ended up on the streets if it weren't for me?" I asked him, and he continued to stare at me.
"Why are you protecting this girl, Wilde? She is just a human being. Hand her over so we can end the Hunter bloodline ones and for all." he said.
"Why do you want to kill her?" I asked him.
"Because she could be used in future," he stated.
"So you want to kill an innocent woman because of the sins you believe she might commit in future? Did you hear yourself? Have you ever met her? Do you know her? She was abandoned by her family. What makes you think they will want her now? She is 25 years old with a mind of her own. How will they be able to use her?" I asked, and he looked at me for a long time.
"It doesn't matter, Wilde; she has to die. She has to pay for her family's crimes. Her grandfather killed my mate when I had just claimed her. I was only nineteen years old, Wilde. Do you know what it means to lose your mate at that age? " he said adamantly.
"I would have had more respect for you if you had gone after the real culprits and not an innocent, harmless woman; I would have supported you. Ever heard of picking on someone your size?" I said, and he stood up in anger.
"You can't come to my home and insult me, Wilde?" he said.
"Then you shouldn't have sent your goons to my apartment uninvited and try to kill my woman," I responded, and he calmed down, realising what he had done was an act of war against my pack. Normally I should have retaliated, but instead, I came to iron things out with him.
"As things are, we are the only ones that know who she is; let's not allow things to escalate beyond this and alert everyone on the matter," I warned him, and he sat down and relaxed.
"I am sorry, Wilde, for attacking your territory, and it won't happen again, but she is fair game if seen elsewhere," he said.
"I am sorry, I can't agree to that. She is with me all the time. Which means I would be attacked most of the time, too," I stated to him, and he stared at me for a long time.
"Do you have to be this difficult?" He asked me, and I smiled.
"It seems we are at an impasse." I pointed out, and he sighed.
"So what do you suggest?" he asked, and I sighed too.
"How about this, You leave her alone. Let's keep her identity between us. And I will be solely responsible for her and her actions." I said, and he arched an eyebrow.
"Solely, you say. Does that mean your pack isn't on board with your plans?" he asked, and I nodded.
"What will happen if she lives up to her name?" he asked, and I bent to look him in the eye and said.
"As her mate, I will personally end her. I swear by my wolf." I promised, and his eyes widened with realisation.
Karen. I woke up in an empty bed and began to panic. Although Oscar had given me his word, I didn't know him well enough to trust him. For all I knew, he could be out there negotiating with the werewolves on how and when to hand me over. I didn't know what to do. The house was in the middle of nowhere. There was no way I could outrun the werewolves if I tried to escape. I had to hope that I could trust him. I went out of the room to find the kitchen. I hadn't eaten for over twenty-four hours, and all the anxiety and making out had gotten me quite hungry. When I got to the kitchen, I found a lady there. She introduced herself as Riley, and she seemed nice. Riley sat at the counter eating a sandwich. "You are up," she said with a smile, and I nodded. "Hungry?" She asked, and I said yes. She made a sub for me, and it was delicious. I left her and returned to Oscar's room to watch some television. I could not focus on what I was watching because I was worried about Oscar's intentions.
Karen.We returned to town the next day. We went straight to Oscar's residence. I was given a room on the first floor where the live-in workers slept. It was comfortable but not as luxurious as having an apartment all to myself, but it was much better than my old apartment. I also knew I was safe. My safety trumped luxury anytime.As I sat on the bed in my new room, I began to wish we were still in the house that was in the woods. Although I was hiding there after having a close-to-death experience, I liked that Oscar and I were in the same place. I had noticed his attitude changed towards me the moment we arrived at his house in the city. He was a bit formal and less caring. I didn't know if it was for show or if that was his new attitude towards me, but I decided not to let it bother me. I wondered how my life would be, looking onward.I remained in my room all day. Soon it was dinner time, and a young man came to call me."Miss Karen, you will be having dinner with the family tonigh
Karen. When we got to Oscar's room, all we did was watch comedy movies. Comedy seemed to be his favourite genre. For someone that was always serious, it seemed unbelievable. He was also a sort of comedian himself because Oscar mimicked his mother and Tabitha while we laughed. He wasn't even angry. With the way he had reacted towards his mother, it would have been fair to think he would be fuming in his room. Though he was irritated by his mother's actions, he wasn't angry with her. I needed to understand what his mother had meant by a mate. It was so weird and sounded out of this world to me. Usually, a man meets a girl, they fall in love, get married and begin to have children. In her case, she had chosen someone for him because he didn't seem like he was ready, but instead of a wife, she used the word mate. It sounded like something animals do. I knew he was a werewolf but did that qualify him as an animal? Maybe the supernatural kind. I was just too curious to let it pass, so I d
Karen. The day at his office felt weird. After the whole issue with the werewolves, I never imagined that I would be able to return there. Everything was normal except for the fact that I remained in the same space Oscar was. I had to sit in his office all day. Tabitha kept coming to check on Oscar. She looked contemptuous every time she saw me on the couch, minding my business. The woman was trying too damn hard to get Oscar's attention. He knew but wasn't willing to give her the attention she sought, and she refused to take the hint. "Is she going to sit here all day?" Tabitha finally asked.Oscar looked at me and then looked at her."Are you going to keep barging into my office all day?" He asked her, and she was silent. I bet she didn't see that coming. Maybe she thought Oscar was so hooked he would do anything for her. News flash, did she ever check the meaning of player? "I came for our usual meeting," she said to him, and he dropped the pen."Your services are no longer need
Oscar. I knew there was something weird about the cafe the instant we stepped in, but I didn't want to spook Karen. She felt at home in the place, and the workers seemed kind to her. When we finished our meal, I asked Karen to wait for me in the car, so I could see the owner. The supernatural aura of the cafe baffled me. The manager was quite hostile towards me, which indicated she knew what I was. I could deduce this simply because no human in her right mind would be hostile towards me. I was the richest man in the country. I owned all the big businesses in the city. That city owed its survival and its commerce to my pack, and I was single. Every human woman, except for Karen, threw themselves at me. But this particular lady was very hostile. When I got to the owner's office, I realised why. They were witches. Although the covens were eradicated by the Hunters, there were survivors, and all of them either skipped town or went into hiding. I had just walked into one of their hiding
Karen. Oscar seemed a bit off when he returned to the car. I was hoping he would share what was bothering him without asking, but as things were, I knew it was best I kept my curiosity to myself. He had that 'do not disturb' look on his face. "I was hoping to spend the evening at the park," he finally spoke, and I smiled. Maybe there wasn't any trouble. I might have just been reading meanings to his facial expression. Besides, I couldn't know how he felt. The park was empty when we got there. It was as if the people had got wind of our arrival and cleared out. It was a private park; therefore, I suspected Oscar might have booked ahead. I wonder why he would go through this much trouble for his plaything. I kept my remarks to myself, hoping not to spoil the mood. He was a big shot. Maybe he didn't want to be disturbed. "Have you ever spent time in a private park before?" he asked me as he took off his suit and dumped it in the backseat of the car. He did the same with his tie and un
Oscar. Walking in the park with Karen was amazing. She was a fun person to be around. It was amazing to see how carefree she was. Judging by her situation and her status, she still managed to look on the bright side. If only she knew the magnitude of the mess she was in, maybe she wouldn't be so carefree. We returned to my house after our long walk, and I felt a bit tired. It wasn't the walk that stressed me out. What stressed me out was the information I had gotten from Karen's aunt. To think that John Hunter was looking for his daughter was a huge deal. My uncle was already clear that he wouldn't allow me to bring the pack into this, and I had promised McCain that I would kill Karen if she realised his fears. I had also told Karen that I would only protect her for the duration of our contract. The way things were, Karen was certainly going to die. My decisions and actions were only postponing the day. I decided to take Karen to the club the next day after work. She looked amaz
Oscar. I had a very disappointing night with Stephanie. I knew it wasn't her fault, but I wasn't happy. I just asked her to leave. She seemed to have had a good time because she left me her number and a kiss on a note. I doubted if I would be using it. Karen tucking Joey's number away in her purse baffled me. I barged into her room the moment Stephanie left and woke her up. "Where is it?" I asked her, but there was still sleep in her eyes. "Good morning Oscar," she finally managed. I waited for her to wake up fully. "Has your guest left?" She asked with concern, and I was shocked that none of what I did bother her. The girl had thick skin. "Where is the business card you got last night?" I asked her again. "It is in my purse," she replied. "Let me have it," I ordered and to my surprise, she shook her head. "Let me have it, Karen or our deal is off," I warned. " I guess I should start packing to leave then," she said, and I was dumbfounded. "Give me the number." I