Just Her

London:

I looked down at the little wolf on the floor with pieces of broken ceramic in her hands. The look of shock and fear on her face made me squint my eyes.

I eyed the knocked-down stool and the pieces in her hands, and my right eye twitched as I finally took in the scene before me. I can't believe she broke a fucking expensive vase. I pinned her with a blank stare, demanding an explanation before my expression switched to that of rage.

"A-alpha, I was just..."

I noticed the trolley by a corner and raised a brow. If she had breakfast ready, why didn't she bring it into my room? Her eyes flitted around while her fingers pressed her bleeding left palm. She gently rose to her feet, and I saw a patch of blood forming on her stomach. Who injured her?

Her hair was in a messy bun, and her gray gown flayed at her knees. She bit her lip while taking a slow exhale. I noticed from how jumpy she was, her ability to immediately go into hyperventilation, her shaky hands, and her quiet eyes that she had an anxiety disorder. Even though I recalled her being a little fire the morning, I had rejected her. She was an interesting one.

My anger perhaps wasn't as hot as I assumed because, watching her golden orbs flutter about while she fiddled with her fingers, I tilted my head rather in amusement.

I saw the trail of dried tears and immediately figured that she had heard Freya and me but was choosing to stay quiet, and that was what struck a nerve of annoyance, making me exasperate and massage the bridge of my nose.

She might look quiet, but I knew she wasn't. She was only like that around me because she was scared of what I might do to her since our relationship wasn't much of a relationship.

And what was my annoyance? I wasn't kidding when I said I was going to enjoy breaking her, relishing snuffing the fire from her, but she was making this too darn easy for me. If she was going to fight my rejection, she should at least put up some fight to my face and not willingly fall off.

Her wolf, Hera, was a stubborn one. I knew that because I could smell her dominant aura and persistence. Fuyu told me she was still trying to create a link with him, despite him terminating it every time she attempted. It was beginning to irk and overwhelm Fuyu, leaving him puzzled at how a low-ranking wolf that should be very afraid and avoidant of him would still be so persistent despite knowing everything he was capable of. It really troubled me.

Deciding to catch a little fun at her expense, I leaned by the door, crossing my feet and folding my arms. "Do you always stutter when you're in trouble?" I arched a brow at her.

Her head turned so fast that I ended up wincing on her behalf at the forthcoming whiplash. She hissed at the sharp pain that attacked her neck, rubbing her nape with her non-injured hand that had tried blood on it. "In trouble? Look, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to break it–"

"But you did."

She blinked at me, "it was an a-accident."

My face was a canvas for mischief as an exaggerated expression of surprise grew. "Really? An accident that occurred because?"

She looked away, straightening her apron. "I-uh, I was carrying the tro–"

"Mmhmm." Obviously, I wasn't exactly buying what she was trying to paint.

"I didn't mean to break it." She whispered with her head lowered while she played with her fingers.

I nodded, feigning a fake understanding: "Same way, it didn't mean to be a priceless antique that my father happened to own."

Her eyes widened immediately, flickering to land on the pieces scattered on the floor. Her reaction was everything I anticipated, and it fueled my fun to see her react that way.

Freya walked to the door, fully dressed, her presence cutting down on my fun. I eyed her down, glad she wasn't wearing one of my shirts that I gave her, indicating that she was ready to spoil me for the day because I had had enough spoiling for one day in a few minutes.

Her ginger hair was in short, layered waves that rested on her neck. Her forest green eyes rested on the injured maid, growing pity at the sight of the blood on her and the droplets on the floor.

"Are you okay?" Her velvety voice was soft as she padded her feet to meet my maid.

Blaire nodded, trying to fold her hands behind her, but Freya was quick enough to grab them. "It's bleeding… You got cut by a shard of glass."

Her widened eyes blinked at Blaire, already knowing the answer was wanting Blaire to admit it, thereby indirectly accepting her unspoken offer to help.

Freya was a nice girl; despite being of a high rank, she was like a kid in a candy store who could easily turn into a sly vixen whenever she pleased, especially when she was horny. Her aura when faced with something serious was also different, but other than that, she preferred to take on the resemblance of a child.

She smiled a lot, and her fascination when presented with something new and different was almost…

My blank expression when watching them reminded me of why I had chosen to stay single. Freya was once in love with me but gave it up when I told her it was never going to be reciprocated. I made it clear that I wasn't down for love, and petty emotions made me lose interest. She knew I had a great dislike for women, and after several attempts at getting me to like her, she finally understood that my dislike wasn't something that'd easily fade away; it was a part of me.

She was a woman every other man would kill to have. She was beautiful both inside and out, had an amazing body, and was terrific in bed. But I would be a monster to hoard her to myself; hence, I stated that we could continue our sexual relationship till she finds her mate or decides to back out. She had tears in her eyes that day but never let them fall because she was trying to be strong and not seem so feeble.

Now here I stood watching my own mate like a hawk. I had zoned out of the conversation and was now observing every movement she made, every twist and release in her body. I was reading her body movement, and I clearly understood the discomfort and disgust she felt at Freya being around her, and it made the corner of my lips tilt up. I ran my tongue over my teeth, grazing my canines with squinted eyes, peering at her.

She had a lot of angry words to tell Freya, but she was holding them in. She was such terrific self-restraint; I'd give her that.

"... I love your hair; it's so pretty and soft. Does it break a lot because mine does, and I don't know what else to do about  it?"Freya chirped while running her hands through her locks.

Blaire had lovely, silky hair. Freya wasn't wrong. I remembered how it felt to feel her locks and her eyes looking at me with such innocence while I took her. Her soft, inaudible moans whenever I tease her and her loud cries every time I thrust into her.

A sudden throb in between my legs made me mutter an inaudible curse word. I had just gotten therapeutically fucked, but here I was getting involuntarily hard at just staring at one fucking woman.

Her hair, which once stayed in a messy bun, was now in a loose ponytail curtsey to Freya, but all I wanted to do was steal her scrunchie and watch her thick locks fall over her back and frame her face, seeing those lovely gems of hers peer into mine with a shy look like the first day I had met her.

Speaking of the first day I had met her, I recalled Reece telling me that she was the lone survivor of an attack on her pack, and she was seen fleeing from the ruins after leaving a dead man. A rogue had reported this to him upon his interrogation.

Dead man, huh? From all Reece had said, I deduced that he was a young man, and a tiny… very tiny part of me wondered what her relationship with him was.

Huh?

I snapped out of that cursed thought. Where the hell did that thought come from? Oh yes, despite knowing I had deflowered her, I was skeptical of her being entirely oblivious to the sexual side. Obviously, she would have sucked a dick before, had her nipples sucked, his head buried in-between her legs, and his fingers in her if my belief in him being her boyfriend was true.

The thought of someone else bringing her pleasure made me grow irritated, and before I knew it, annoyance was in my view as I stared intently at her. Her uncomfortable shifts and eyes drifting to me at intervals made me roll my eyes as much as it once amused me. She can at least pretend to not be affected by my presence and make this more fun for me.

My look of annoyance soon grew dark as I visualized her standing naked before me. I wanted to feel every curve of that godforsaken body that tormented my dreams and fucked with my head. I needed another taste of her to get her out of my system, and I knew just one taste wouldn't be enough. My body was still bound to hers, and the fact that I fucked Freya today was because I loaded myself on Wolfsbane after Fuyu had gone back into my subconscious and stubbornly rebelled against the bloody bond.

"London, I smell it again. That soft and mild smell of… life." Fuyu spoke up.

I gently sniffed the air, and I had to admit there was a different scent in the air, and it could easily be missed if one wasn't paying attention.

"I can smell it too."

Fuyu hummed, "It got stronger. The past few times I could only catch a faint whiff, but it's growing stronger every time I perceive it."

I tipped a brow at him, "what do you think?"

Fuyu groaned lowly. "She's the source of the smell... I can't really place my hands on it because it disappears as soon as it appears, but there's something going on with her, and we need to know what it is."

I hummed in thought, drifting my eyes to watch the rabbit that was supposed to be my mate get dragged down the stairs by Freya, who was eager to disinfect her wound.

I brought my eyes to the trolley and took steps towards it. I opened it and nearly threw up at the sight of broccoli and a weird-smelling soup. I covered it up immediately, staring outrageously at the disappearing girl. How could she have the conscience to bring such an atrocity to me as a meal? Was that strange soup even edible?

"Not fun, is it now? You definitely understand what I meant by vegetables and green that I was scarfing down for you, so I hope you understand why that meat was necessary." Fuyu snickered, moving back as if the sight of the food was dangerous to him.

"Who cooks that anyway? Because if it is her, it has definitely ruined her chances of ever becoming Luna." He humped with his head thrown to the other side, which was absolutely funny.

"I have no idea, but I need to have a talk with the chef because if my injuries did not kill me, whatever recovery package this is will." I said.

"I support that."

Taking a disgusted look at the covered dishes of pure catastrophe, I hit up Fuyu again: "Buddy, do you still have some of that meat left?"