Chaos!

Chapter 8

Jayden POV

Jace came right at the time, and it was such a delight.

For a very long time, I've been thinking about how to fulfill this very dream of mine.

The dreams on how to turn those pictures into reality and that was with Jace.

"Who would we be having it with?"Jace questioned.

I whistled, snapping my fingers.

She walked in, the maid with the burnt scar on her face.

"Her?"Jace slurred, rolling his eyes at me in dissatisfaction.

"Relax!"I cooed, tapping him on his shoulder.

"Take this book and do exactly what' you saw within."

I could read the displeasure on her face but she was nothing important for me to behold.

"Now!"

"I should get going." Jace opined, rushing out of my chamber before I could even utter a word.

I was enraged at his act, hence tends to unleash my anger by taking that girl into bondage.

I beat her to a stupor, dragging her off the rough linoleum not minding if she die or not.

"I'll have to lure him into a trap!" 

***

The next day...

I was summoned to the Eastern palace by my mother.

In the chamber was my mother seated, my sisters, and a maid who was fanning my mom.

There were varieties of ornaments, golds, and jades lying on the floor. They were such a great sight to behold.

Upon taking me into recognition, my mother arose from her sitting position, with her lips curling up into a wide curve, she sauntered over to my side, pulling me into a tight hug.

"Oh, Jayden, "Her soft palms clasped below my chin, her beautiful eyes glistened, her appearance was dulcet, her hands slowly glided from my chin down to my shoulder, and she gave me a light tap.

"Come have a seat."She ushered, leading the way.

"Jayden, "Those were my sister's voices, they were all flashing waves of sweet smiles at me.

"You all seem to be effervescent, perhaps the motives could be shared with me."I conjecture, with the tip of my index finger being lifted in the air.

They all busted into am uproarious laughter, each clasping their hands to their bosom.

"There's nothing special going on, of course. We are just present here to discuss on your behalf."

"My behalf?"I was taken aback by their word, I repeated their word.

"Yes." Ella chimed, heightening her back.

"The Alpha King centenary celebration is five days ahead, so you haven't gotten a gift. We are situated here currently to help you in choosing what should be your present to him." Irene spoke, chesting out.

I had this smug smile curled on my face.

"Hmm...hmm..."I slurred, ensconcing myself in a wooden chair.

"So what's your spec?"I inquired with my wide stare eyes.

"I suggested you presented a diagram like an art piece to the Alpha King, but Ella said; it isn't appropriate. So," She twitched her lips, alongside her face which was pulled into a state of distaste.

I knitted my brow in anticipation of her word. It was already eminent, due to the tone of her voice, and the expressions on her face that whatsoever she will utter in the next few seconds will not sit right with me.

"So, I decided to keep my mouth shut while Ella and Mom help you find something to do."

My gaze darted towards my mom's side, and also Ella's.

Ella let out a sarcastic chuckle before turning to face my mother. If there's anyone to be compared to my mother in terms of beauty in the whole of the Australian kingdom, it should be Ella, she not only inherit her beauty but also her mom's genetic traits.

They have the same complexion, stature, manner of speaking, smiling, and beautiful face.

If only she had not been my sister, I would have gotten engaged to her for a very long time.

"Irene suggested you took an art diagram to the Alpha King on his birthday?"She emphasized the last words, with a knitted brow, the sarcasm in her tone was eminent.

"That sounds funny and childish, I'd rather suggest you present a diadem stocked and laced with diamonds and little pieces of precious stones. I think this sounds better than..."

"You all spouting rubbish, and I would bid myself goodbye."Irene sprung from her position, shooting us a look filled with resentment, without uttering a word, she stormed out of the room we were in.

After her exit, my mother continued, after a minute's silence, clearing her throat.

"I have the best poetic in the kingdom at the brisk of my finger," She gloated with a lot of confidence, swaying her shoulder gingerly in the air.

"What business does the king's birthday celebration have to do with a poetic?" I inquired in a distasteful tone, trying not to show how displease and disappointed I was.

"He's an old Man, a mighty man in battle, oldest in the whole of the kingdom, what gifts could you present to such an old man that he will value if not but poems which should be written in his praise, it should entail about his good side, and battles he had won." 

"Mother, even you?" I gawped at her, feeling disoriented.

"Your ideas sound really good but not germane enough."

"I'll rather prepare a yacht, I have the people involved in the building almost rounding up."

"You should listen to me!"Cried my mother, gazing at me with a troubled countenance.

I never heed the remainder of her words, as my legs were already hauled towards the door and out of her chamber.

What a twerps?

My mother must be silly to have suggested; we hired a poetic.

What fuckin poems?

I need to get my head cleared up. Once I become the Alpha King, I'll home arrest her.

***

I bumped into someone coincidentally. When I behold, it was one among the filthy maids in the palace who I detest with so much hate.

The one with the scar on her face, the one whom Selene had commanded to be my mate.

My gaze burned into her, and she panicked, moving abreast.

A slight grin appeared on my face, as a silly idea crept into my head.

What fun would this be?