All Chapters of The Goddess' Vessel : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

51. Ethan. "Rutherford did what?!" I adjusted my earpiece, but I didn't hear my brother well. "Look, get your ass down here and get ready to welcome Rutherford. He heard about the attack and is on his way," Nathan's voice came clean. What the hell was that fat man thinking? The line went dead and I removed my hand from my ear. The elevator dinged, the door slid open and health workers were surprised to see me using the normal elevator. "My lord! What a surprise, you are here!""Thank the Goddess our young Lord is fine! Glory be to her!" A woman held her hands together in prayer. "Thank you, thank you very much. Also thanks for the prayers and the good work, we need you now more than ever." I encouraged them as I left the scene immediately. A black car waited for me at the exit, and I jogged to it. "Status report?" I said as I got in. Chekov was at the front, with another man from my special team who was at the wheel. "Nothing my lord. I just got an important update that the alp

53. Rachael. "Promised to him? What a joke, disgusting," I muttered on my way back to the room. Nathan wanted to scare me, that was his strategy. It must have been pleasing to him, to see me rattled Ahead, I saw a train of guards coming in my direction. At first, I thought it was the visitors Nathan had talked about, I was planning to sneak into any room when I realized that it was just Naomi. "Oh." I might have said out loud. I continued walking as they drew closer. It's not like I was supposed to be wary of her, right? I continued on the right, why she approached on my left side of the corridor. Her eyes were trained on me, and I remembered that look. It was that same look, the one from the ruins! I felt uneasy as we got closer. I couldn't show it out, because I didn't want to look weak in front of another woman. Just as we were about to pass each other, she called my name loud and clear. "Rachael Quincy?" I snapped my head around and raised a brow, finding it hard to talk.

55. Ethan. I was a little lost in the city. I sat in the park, eating chips in public like every tough-looking guy like me would. The park was emptying every passing hour because it had gotten darker. Aside from that, there seemed to be a form of tension in the air. I could see it on people's faces as they hurried home. That faint sign of worry on the face, the creasing of the lips. The slight gritting of the jaws and the furrowing of the brows. Everyone knew something was up. In the little silence that followed, I started thinking about a lot of things. I thought of the attacks, the altercation with the man from before and I thought of Rachael. She mentioned once that humans faced discrimination from werewolves, but I didn't know it was like that. It made me pity the humans working in this part of the city since the area was pretty dominated by werewolves. I would have to do something about that sometime in the future. I glanced at my watch and nodded. A lot of people would be h

57. Rachael. With Ethan basically ghosting me for several days now and Sarah's sudden summon from the Alpha, I decided to see the prophetess Lyanna. Mr. Chekov, Ethan's right hand man had been checking on me for a while now, even though it didn't seem like that. He was always passing near my room, always checking over his shoulder. That morning, he was deeply engrossed in a hushed discussion with a guard, his voice low and serious, and he was dressed in his full uniform, the insignia gleaming in the morning light. He noticed me bringing my head out into the corridor, and his eyes snapped towards me, his gaze piercing and calculated. "Mr. Chekov," I called out politely, my voice carrying across the hallway, as I saw him standing there. He immediately stopped discussing with the guards, signalling that he would talk to them later, and the guards nodded before leaving us alone. He moved towards me, his strides long and purposeful. "My lady, I hope all is well?" he asked, his voice co

59. Rachael. I walked out of the lift and turned to the corridor, where my escorts were supposed to be but a suited man got up from the bench and approached me. "My lady, good evening," he said, his voice smooth and courteous as he bowed his head in a gesture of respect. However, the gesture seemed almost irrelevant, given his shockingly short stature, which made the bow more endearing than intimidating. "No need to fear, everything is under control," he assured me, his words intended to put me at ease. Yet, his opening words only served to heighten my anxiety, and I felt a surge of nervousness wash over me."Where are the escorts? Who are you?" I asked, taking a step back, my voice firm but laced with a hint of wariness. He raised his brows, a look of mild surprise crossing his face. "Ah, my apologies," he said, his tone dripping with politeness. "I'm Raymond, I work for Master Nathan as his aide," he introduced himself, his words revealing a posh flair that hinted at a refined up