Chapter 6 : Stop Calling Me Sir

"Come out while I ask nicely.". Elias spoke to thin air. He started going closer, towards the presence. 

"Who are you talking to?" Gavin asked, standing behind Elias, confused.

Elias turned, but didn't answer. He returned his attention again but the presence was gone. "It seems you have a talent of distracting people." Elias said to Gavin.

"What did I do this time?" 

"I felt a presence, I was sure of it but then you distracted me." Elias turned, walking past Gavin. "I'm going to rest."

"Okay! And uhm, Elias...I don't want you to get hurt by trying what you want with Jace. You know it's not allowed."

"Thanks Gavin. But I can take care of myself." Elias responded. "I'll be attending the warrior training tomorrow, let the warriors know."

"But it's late? " Gavin gasped. 

"Oh well, I guess they will find out when they see me." Elias smirked then went up to his room. 

He lay in his bed, frustrated. For days he was restless and could barely sleep. His wolf kept whispering in the back of his mind.

Ours! 

Elias put one hand over his forehead, staring at the ceiling. After a while, he turned his head to the side and smelled the faint trace of Jace still left in the room.

Early the next morning, Elias didn’t ask for or wait for Jace. He got up and went to the training grounds. The warriors trembled as Elias landed. He was blind but didn't behave like he was blind. Everyone was shirtless during training. His body was built up for someone with such a handsome and delicate face. 

He did have men who crushed on him among his warriors but he gave them no attention. He trained harder than usual, sparred with ten warriors at once. and didn’t hold back. He needed to let out his frustration. The ground cracked under his feet as he held them off. After the training with Elias, the warriors always had major injuries. None was yet to defeat Elias. "You call yourself warriors, yet ten of you can't land a scratch..." Elias said angrily. "This is why I leave the training to Gavin." 

Elias dripping with sweat, and some blood stains on his hands turned and left the training grounds. "Most would fall to their knees if I ever showed interest in them and yet, the little wolf I want the most, is avoiding me..." Elias stopped at a tree, hitting it once. " Pushing me away" He hit the tree the second time. "Calling me SIR!"....As he hit the third time, the tree came falling down. 

He walked into the mansion shirtless, sweat glistening over his skin. When he walked back to the estate, Jace happened to be in the hallway carrying folded sheets.

They both froze and staring at each other. Elias tilted his head slightly. “Didn’t expect to see you this early, Little Wolf.”

“I...I was just working, sir,” Jace said, eyes dropping instantly to the floor.

Elias stepped closer. “Still calling me that.”

Jace stepped back. “It’s respectful.”

“It’s distance.”

“I need that.”

“Liar.”

Elias’s voice was calm but it made Jace’s blood pump faster. Especially seeing him like this bare skin, damp hair, sweaty, lips parted just slightly from exertion.

“You’re not scared of me,” Elias said. “You’re scared of yourself.”

“I’m not... like that,” Jace muttered. “I’ve always wanted a simple mate. A girl like me. Someone who...”

Elias cut him off by stepping in, close enough that their shadows merged on the wall.

“What if she never exists?” Elias asked. “What if what you’re looking for is standing right here?”

Jace dropped the sheets. They hit the floor with a soft thump. He quickly  turned his back. “Please, don’t talk like that.”

“Then don’t stare at me like that.”

Jace’s hands folded, his heartbeat as always gave him away.

Elias didn’t touch him but his presence was a touch all on its own. After a while he left to his chambers.

That night, Jace couldn’t rest. He paced his room like something was chasing him. Trying push ups, jumping and everything he could think of.

“Why do I feel like this?” he whispered to himself. “Why can’t I just be normal?”

He remembered what a few servants had said days ago;  about a club in the lower district. 

“A place to let off steam,” they’d said. “To dance. To flirt. No rules. No names.”

Maybe that would fix it. Maybe being around pretty women would remind him of who he was.

So he dressed quietly, slipped out through the side entrance and walked into the night. Elias noticed, Jace's scent leaving the mansion. "Where is my little wolf going out to by this time of the night?"