I don’t know what stopped me–it was hard to tell, but my bets are on the terrified look in her big brown eyes as she stared at me… somewhat pleadingly. The fear in her eyes was as clear as crystal. I hated it. And how it made me feel. And so I pulled back from tugging on the sash that I knew she purposefully used to hide her face from me. Why she did that didn’t matter at the moment. All that mattered was that my mate was seated right in front of me. Scaring her was the last thing I wanted and considering the way she’s acted towards me the moment she stepped into my room, I knew she must have heard the rumors. I didn’t want to go about, confirming those fears of hers and so I released her from my hold. She backed away immediately. I didn’t make any move to stop her. Rushing to her feet and going back to stand on the stupid red line that separates me from anyone who comes into my room. Her reaction would have hurt if I wasn’t still drowning in my thoughts of whether this was real or no
ZACHARYNormally, I don’t spend more than two minutes eating whatever food is brought to me–breakfast, Lunch, dinner–I just always want to end it as fast as I can so that the smell of a maid’s fear in my room could evaporate and I can be left alone again in the solace of my room. I never even finish eating no matter how tasty the food is. I get disgusted after the second spoon but still push a few more spoons into my mouth and then that’s it. Today, I didn’t know when I finished the entirety of my dinner served to me by mate. I never finish eating the hottest meals yet I shoved the cold one down my throat like it was the most delicious thing ever. I didn’t enjoy the food. No need to lie about that. It was already sour. Cheese and…is definitely not the kind of food you eat cold. What I truly enjoyed was the presence of my mate who was still kneeling dutifully in front of me. Her presence was what made me eat finish the entire sour food. It was the best excuse to have her stay longer be
ZACHARYLuna Hegna has never really being the smiling type. She wears a scowl wherever she goes and it only deepens when she’s looking at something she doesn’t like. Something that makes her blood boil so much that you can see the strained veins of her muscles on the exposed parts of her body. Like the way she has me pinned with a death glare as she stood by the opened door with her hands crossed. Her emerald eyes peeled over the room before landing on me. I was used to that kind of open scrutiny from her eyes. She’d look around my room as if looking out for deadly weapons that could kill her once she takes a step into my room. Sometimes she’d whisper incoherent words that sounds like a chant to ward off curses present in my room. She’s made it obvious a thousand more times that I wasn’t wanted here. And it’s been like that since the very first day I was brought to the Imperial pack by my father. The story is no longer one I need to recount again or even want to think about at all but
HAERAI had two thought out plans when I realized that the Alpha prince Zachary was my mate and that I was backed up into a corner. One, run far away from the tower–from him, as fast as I can once I am able to survive being in the same room with him. Two, kill his Beta when next I see him! I failed to follow through with either of them. The second one being because I was too scared to my wits to even care about looking around for the Alpha Prince’s Beta who missed out on a rule and almost got me punished. I did run out of the tower like my pants were on fire but it wasn’t even because of the reasons I had proposed would make me run like that. It was because of the tall scary looking woman who suddenly showed up by the door and gave me a disdainful look before sending me out of the room. The gold amulet on her neck that blinged past my eyes when I rushed out was enough to tell me who she was and I can swear on my life that Gennora, my head maid has gotten nothing on this woman. The amu
HAERA.Nothing ever really happens without Gennora knowing about it. Especially when it's about me. It's like she has eyes everywhere and ears at every corners. Most of her eyes and ears are actually other maids in the maid quarters who would rather have the favor of Gennora rather than being the center of attraction to her. They are planted amongst us by her and no one ever really knows who they are and so we all try to be careful around each other. I had no friends or anyone who really liked me and so you would think it would be easy for me go escape the eager eyes of Gennora and her enthusiastic ears. I never really escape them. Bonus points for the fact that most of the maids hate my guts and bully me every chance they get. I never really know why I get bullied other than the fact that the other maids are just sickos, looking for someone else to take out their anger and stress on. Their excuse is always that my face adds to their stress and they'd rather beat me up than take a res
ZACHARY "You seem...different today." I was standing in front of the mirror and looking myself over from the reflection the mirror showed me. "Must be the Cloak...am I wearing it wrong?" I whipped my head around to look at Alan who was standing a few feet from me,with a undecipherable look in his eyes. Undecipherable to maybe anyone else but to me, Alan was an open book I could read more than the history books of the Werewolf folks. It's that look he gives me when he's trying to see if I'm okay or not. "The fact that you're wearing it is the problem." "What? The red Cloak? Don't be dramatic Alan, I wear it everytime." "Yourself? When have you ever worn anything yourself?" I shrugged and returned my gaze back to the mirror. "Should I have chosen the black one instead?" I asked absent-mindedly patting down a hair that strayed out of the perfectly jelled mass on my head. I heard Alan sigh. I ignored it and just focused on making the red cloak hang properly around me, making sure my legs
HAERAThe preparation for the rematch today was more hectic than the one for the first one. Or maybe the first Duel was equally as hectic as this and I wasn't around yet to be part of it. Whatever the case may be, everyone was on edge about the entire thing. There was something that made today different. And I could tell it was the uncertainty of who would finally become the Alpha of the pack. I'm sure us maids have it worse. Even worse than the two Princes who will be having their final fight today. Orders were being barked around and I'm shocked Gennora isn't the only one who makes maids shake in fear when she speaks. Dina, the Head maid of the Imperial place was equally as cold as Gennora. She was older but looked like she has served the royal family all her life. Her eyes flamed whenever someone is doing something wrong or just not doing it the way she liked. Her high-pitched voice claimed the air and almost drowned the sound of punching doughs, clattering plates, boiling waters a
HAERA. Blood was the first thing I saw after a punch landed on Alpha Prince Zachary's face. The blood spluttered in the air and he staggered trying to keep himself from falling but his opponent delivered another blow right in his guts that made him collapse to the floor. And that was the first round. I kept a palm on my mouth to keep me from squealing out in horror when the blow landed on his face. Everyone else cheered, drums rolled and the dignitaries all clapped and shared views as if they were watching a game. I was the closest to the signatures on the single line I and the other maids formed and so I was able to see the other pack heads nod at Luna Hegna while she smiled proudly and grinned from ear to ear like a Chesire cat. Of course. Her son delivered the first blow in just a few seconds into the duel. Everyone else was enjoying this but I wasn't. The thought of it never sat well with me even before I knew that the prince is my mate. No one deserves to be treated like a curse