Author's POV: A short smile was plastered on Olivera's lips as she walked side by side with the Pack's doctor out of the Margret's house, her hands clutching tightly to the bag which hung on her shoulders. At the last moment, she had been able to thank the woman more appropriately, even with a bow at one time, to show her gratefulness for the meal the latter had thoughtfully kept aside for her. "You seem happy." She heard Nick say, and smiled the more, ignoring the hateful look she was getting from another slave who was squatting adjacent to her, on the other side of the street, washing some metallic objects. She didn't know what they were, but she guessed that they were tools quite alright. "Yes. I feel lucky to have been put up with you first. I don't want to imagine what would have been my fate if I had been sent off to someone like Mark." She replied, happiness shining in her deep blue eyes. "I see. So, I am your lucky charm then." Nick mentioned with a chuckle; smiling the m
"Why did you take the slave girl to Mark's house, Nick; knowing his unacceptance of them?" Seth asked, as his eyes darted from the doctor to the girl behind him, whilst holding himself from pushing away the doctor who served as an obstruction to his coveting the girl."I took her because I needed her aid in the healing process. His son is besotted with the plague already. I had believed that he would be bothered about the wellbeing of his son, not the unworthiness of a slave. Seems, I was wrong. His hatred for the young girl outlasted that of the concern for his son. So disgusting." Nick answered, his voice seasoned with anger, his lips turned up in contempt and disgust for the ungrateful fellow.Seth suspired as he heard the words of the Pack's doctor.He knew that no matter how hard he wanted to snatch the slave girl away from him right now, he couldn't. The man had some valid points. Although, he didn't know the feelings associated with having a son or daughter, he believed that i
Jeremy and Lyon walked side by side to a shack at the right edge of the field which evidently served as the diner.Walking into the disordered space, a short smile appeared on his face as he watched some girls serving the men food with a huge tray.Olivera must be here. He had thought. He couldn't wait to see her again. It seemed like ages since he had seen her.They were served a watery looking substance and bread, immediately they took their seats on one of the small wooden tables."What is this?" He asked Lyon, as he used his spoon to scoop some of the substance and slanting it, let it run freely back to the plate. It had a weird smell too."No idea. But it is almost the only thing that they cook." Lyon replied, digging into his meal enthusiastically. He was hungry, after that much work."They?" Jeremy asked, casting short glances at the girls in flimsy dresses. A dreadful feeling enveloped him when he considered the fact that Olivera might be wearing the same cloth. If she was, th
Olivera sighed in relief as she walked into Nick's house. Ever since the time that she had left with him away from the man who had intercepted them and had roasted them with questions, she had been on a high alert, thoroughly scared that perhaps the next minute, the Alpha of the pack would come barrelling towards them, and taking her away from her new friend.The facial expression of the man who she was sure was of a high ranking when she had turned around to cast a timid look at him, had also chilled up her bones. It was no different from the other bulky man from last night.Perverts. She thought angrily, settling on the sofas which welcomed and soothed her nerves."Are you okay?" She heard Nick ask, and nodded.She was nowhere okay though, but he didn't need to know that. He didn't need to go overboard because of her. The Alpha was ruthless, as she had heard, and she didn't want him being in trouble with the later."Don't worry your pretty head about nothing. I will be fine. I'm the
"Don't you want me to escort you to the fields? It's quite late." Nick said, whilst watching Olivera pack up some food into a leather bag. Of course, she had eaten dinner with him, but she had insisted on packing away some for her friend."No, it's okay. I will be fine." Olivera replied, as she shut the bag and and slung it on her left shoulder. It wasn't that she didn't want the doctor to follow her, but he had done so much for her today that she didn't want to stress him any further by taking him through that long route that led to the prison yard.Also, she had to stop first at the girls' changing rooms to put off the slaves wear; if the goddess was with her, she would also find water to wash the clothes and bath(for she couldn't comprehend how she could wear a cloth day in and day out without it being washed.). All these she had to do, and she didn't want the doctor waiting and following her all the way. But she knew he would, if she asked.And again, she wondered why he was so go
There was a knock on the door."I believe my friend is the one knocking now." Nick said, standing up from the seat, and walking towards the front door.But alas, when he opened the door, he met the Beta of the Pack."Evening Roland." He greeted with a smile, shaking hands with the tall and lanky blonde."Evening Nick." Roland replied in a gruffy tone which signifed that he was not really in a chirpy mood."What happened?" Nick asked his friend who shared the same views with him on the slaves decree."What did you do?" Roland asked, furrowing his eyebrows at his friend."Well, it depends. What happened?" Nick queried, repeating his earlier question; though he had a feeling on what the problem was already."You tried to colonize a slave for yourself? You employed her as your apprentice? What the hell were you thinking? I know you never agreed to the slaves decree, hell! I didn't too, and I still don't, but we have to obey the decree at least to some extent." Roland rasped, sadness more
Olivera paced tro and fro the kitchen, biting occasionally at her thumb fingernail. For the umpteenth time, she cussed at her lack of a wolf. She knew that Nick had told her to wait in the kitchen because he had thought that she might eavesdrop on his conversation with whomever he had and was still discussing with.Only If he knew that I am wolfless. She thought.It was futile sending her away, she couldn't even hear them if she wanted to.What was taking him so long? She wondered, coming to a halt at the kitchen door.She considered opening it, and tiptoeing to the sitting room.No no. She muttered. Nick wouldn't be happy if she does that. He wouldn't be pleased with her disobedience, and she couldn't afford annoying someone who had been so good to her.But she knew that she was the object of discussion.She was sure of it.Was it the the man from earlier?No, she didn't think so. Nick had sounded pleasant while greeting him at first. The person was someone else.She was contemplatin
"Do you have theses seizures frequently?" Nick asked Olivera, touching her forehead by the back of his palm. She was burning up. He had to give her some herbs to take back to the cell, incase it got worse. He didn't want her developing a strong fever when the Alpha comes to look for her the next day. It wouldn't look good. It wasn't advisable either. His Alpha was unpredictable, unpredictable and wicked. It was better she was up and bouncing in good health."Not really. It happens now only when I'm really upset." Olivera replied, face down, knowing the next question that the doctor would ask her. It always started with the 'do you have?' and then boom, she had to confess a mighty secret of hers. She had never thought of lying to cover up, because it wasn't a matter she was able to hide forever."Isn't your wolf supposed to stop that?" He asked, and she sighed. Couldn't she be wrong for once? She thought, taking her lips in, her long hair fanning and shading her face from his gaze the