Chapter 4

Greyson

Her breath fanning my mouth is the first thing I reminisce about in the morning. The sweet strawberry scent she carried, How warm and delicate her body was in my arms and her cute flush face like a newborn baby.

She had angered my demon last night after she saw my eyes twitch, it was supposed to be private and anyone who finds out will be killed immediately by me. My demon really wants to hurt her, badly. I could feel it in me like my bones are wrecking.

Yesterday when she was called out for punishment, and I watched from the hiding how Zeddicus wanted to strip her In front of everyone, if not for the little self-control left in me, it would have turned into a bloodbath yesterday. So, I used my demon spell to make him feel dizzy at that moment.

And when I looked at her straight in her ocean blue eyes, when I held her close to me, I only wanted to protect her, from this darkness and Zeddicus.

Oceans eyes and Silver hair?

The only thing my brain seems to focus on.

Why that combination though, she is obviously a werewolf, I wonder why her eyes are like the ocean and that long cascading silver hair that I badly want to hold and smell. And her lips…

Goodness!

I swiped a hand over my face and sat upright, I shouldn't be thinking about her, she is bad for me, bad for my demon and I have to get rid of her as soon as possible, so she doesn't spill my little secret.

The door swung open, and I looked up to find my roommate coming in with a tray of food.

“You slept too long, more than usual, my prince,” Noah said. He drew out an old wooden table under his bed and placed the tray of food on top.

I frowned, “I said something about that title, Noah.” He looked up and found my glares on him.

He smiled before bowing his head, “Apologies, my prin- Greyson,” he scratched his head as though he is gathering words.“I just can't stop it, it's my habit, and I've grown to it.”

Noah is my roommate and a slave like me, but most importantly, Noah is my right-hand man, or rather ‘was my right-hand man’ After our pack was destroyed a hundred years ago, Noah and I were the only survivors who made it to the north with no food and water for thirty days in the desert. Others died of starvation, while some were murdered on the way.

I used to rule a small village with my father, it was a very peaceful village and the best option for foreigners to spend quality time in. But one day, we let an intruder in, who was disguised as a businessman. And that was it, our pack exploded, while many died there, others gave up in the desert.

I released a sigh and took a look at the tray. I found two slices of wheat bread he probably begged out of the kind maid in the kitchen, one apple he must have stolen from the apple tree last night, a wedge of cheese and a cup of warm buttermilk.

Taking a slice of bread, I asked Noah, “Have you had your breakfast?” no point in asking, I just know he eats before everyone and he eats a lot.

He touched his tummy and yawned. “Ate to satisfaction, Ruth gave more bread, said there was lots of leftover yesterday,” he replied and dropped his body on the bed, and propped on his elbow while watching me.

After placing the cheese on the bread, I took a not so decent bite of it. My face contoured, tasted soured like the cheese was not placed in the cooler, well, what do we expect? As slaves, we get leftovers or nothing.

“I met a girl last night,” I took a huge bite of the apple to balance the stupid taste in my tongue.

Noah's interest piqued, an exciting smile plastered on his face.

“Oh, that explains why you slept so long,” he asked, “Oh my! It's been a long time since we had a lady for you, Grey. Another Ida?”

One glare from me is enough to pass the warning, and he shuts his mouth.

I took another savage bite of the apple, it's fleshy and juicy, but not enough to satiate my burning demon.

“She saw my eyes change colour, She knows that I am a demon in fact, she said it before running away.”

Noah jerked up, hearing this alerted him, and he sat upright with a curious gaze.

Controlling a demon-werewolf shifting is harder than it sounds. I have to reach a certain energy level to be able to control myself, and though I have reached the level of controlling my physical appearance, I can't seem to control my eyes color.

It just keeps twitching, and most of the time, I distance myself from the others because whoever finds out is getting killed. I can't put myself at the risk of Zeddicus finding out about me, at least not yet.

Noah's lips set to a thin line, “We have to get rid of her as soon as possible,” he said in a whisper.

I know and that is the right thing to do, in fact, it has always been this way. But, I just don't see myself killing her, like she is precious and I have to keep her safe.

I have hooked up with many slaves and servants here, and if any of them catches my eyes twitching, that is the end for them, why can't I kill this one woman?

I shook my head, “It's harder than it looks, I just can't kill her.”

“What?” Noah's brows knitted together.

“Who is this lady?”

“She is the girl that Zeddicus punished yesterday,” I answered.

He scoffed, “Zeddicus punish tons of people everyday, specify which one,” he demands.

I peered up at him, why does he sound like he will snap her head on the first sight? Noah is overprotective of me and I won't let him lay a finger on Olivia.

“The silver hair.”

just yesterday, her name had gone viral, from one ear to another. She is here for the keep.