CHAPTER 3

LUCAS'S POV

I realized a little too late that my Beta had gone mad.

Over the weeks, my best friend and Beta, Chris had come up with a strange theory that the reason for my recent outbursts was the fact that I didn't have sex often.

At first, I thought it was a joke but a few weeks ago, he had invited the council of elders for a meeting to discuss the issue, and much to my surprise, he had gone ahead with the plan.

"Chris!" I snarled.

I stormed down the steps and through the garden until I got to his car.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, man?" I snapped at him.

"Getting my best friend a pretty lady to cool his nerves with," He replied and laughed. "For real, you need to relax."

"You would take her back to wherever you brought her from at once!" I snapped.

He stared at the gold plated watch on his wrist and he frowned.

"It's well past noon already, and guess who you sent to far away California, just to sign a peace treaty with Alpha Damon?"

I sighed in frustration and he continued.

"Yup. That's right. Me!"

"But I didn't ask for her," I argued.

"Then prove to me that you still have a heart in there and let her stay for the night," He said.

I thought about it for a moment, and decided that I didn't really have an option.

"Fine," I grunted. "Just for the night."

Chris winked at me before speeding off and I muttered a curse as I made my way back to the door. She was still standing at the door, with her head bent low to the ground.

"Your name?" I demanded.

"Em - em - Emily," She stammered and looked up at me.

"Lucas," I grunted in response. "Lucas Sinclair."

She nodded glumly and I assessed her for a few seconds before ushering her in.

She was young, probably twenty or so, and very beautiful. Her hazel colored eyes were small and almond shaped, and her lips were full and bright red. I noticed the faint glow on her spotless skin and I wondered where my Beta had managed to buy a girl that looked very much like a princess from.

I glared hard at the transparent white gown that unsuccessfully covered her silky smooth skin from my sight and I was instantly irritated. Did she think that wearing a see through gown would make me accept her?

"Listen up," I grunted. "You'll stay out of my way and out of my sight for the rest of the day. Tomorrow, you'll be gone."

I noticed that her mood turned sour instantly, but I didn't care one bit. By morning, she was going to be gone from my life for good.

I called my maid and instructed her to show Emily to the guest room, while I went upstairs to my own room to get some rest. After a long and tiring morning of negotiations with the Alpha of a neighboring pack, I was exhausted. I fell face first on my clothes infested bed, and a few minutes later I was already fast asleep.

When I eventually woke up, it was late in the evening already. I stood up from my bed and spun around, confused. Right before I slept, my room was a mess, with clothes and files scattered across the drawers. Now, everything except my bed was neatly tucked in place.

I picked the intercom, and requested for my maid's presence and a few seconds later, she knocked on the door.

"Come in," I grunted.

She bowed slightly and I stared at her.

"You didn't knock when you came in hours ago," I said. "How come you suddenly have manners?"

She returned the stare, confusion written all over her face and I rose to my feet in anger.

"I've warned you about entering my room while I am asleep, haven't I?" I snapped.

"Yes, my King," She nodded. "I never did it again."

"Then how do you explain this?" I pointed at my neatly folded clothes in the wardrobe.

From the expression on her face, it was clear that she was confused, and that was when it hit me. It wasn't her. It was that little bitch, Emily! She had entered my room when I was asleep. She had probably gone through my important documents. What if she was a spy from another pack? A hundred thoughts ran through my head all at once, and without thinking further, I bolted out of the room and made my way down the stairs.

"Emily!"

She appeared from the kitchen immediately. She wore a red apron over her white gown and there was a spoon in her hand.

"You were in my room," I snarled.

"I - I saw the door half open," She stammered. "And it looked a bit disorganized, so I thought to help you arrange it."

I inched closer to her, so close that I could hear the sound of her heart thumping in her chest.

"Who do you work for?"

"What?"

"I said who the fuck do you work for?" I snapped.

She broke down in tears at once and I was instantly taken aback. Had I been too harsh on her?

"I just wanted to help," She sobbed. "I'm sorry I entered without knocking."

I glared hard at her for a while. I hated to admit it but she was telling the truth. She didn't even look like she could hurt a fly.

"And what the hell is this?" I asked, as I walked into the kitchen.

"I made dinner," She muttered. "Here, you can try it out."

She served a portion of broccoli cheddar soup in a silver bowl and placed it on the table before me.

"After you," I said and handed the spoon over to her.

With shaky hands, she took the spoon and started eating while I watched.

"I have maids," I growled. "What is your business here?"

"I was just trying to help," She muttered.

"Then go to your room and don't come out until morning!" I snapped, banging my fist on the table. "That's how you can help!"

Emily rose up from the table and ran upstairs to the guest room in tears. I could hear her sobs as she ran but I didn't care. I had seen many women like her before and I knew what they all wanted - a taste of my wealth. Their tricks never worked on me.

I took a spoon and had a taste of the soup. Surprisingly, it tasted really good. With the way she looked so frail, I never expected that she would know how to cook.

But I was not going to be carried away with that. Tomorrow, she was going to be gone from my life and gone for good!