Promised Hell

Blaire:

I knew Emmett had told me before hand but when Sue summoned me to head into the chamber and serve cups of hot tea, nothing ever prepared me for the gigantic wave of tension and intensity that nearly knocked me off my balance.

With my head lowered, I bowed in respect to the higher authorities seated around a huge table. I gently began pushing the trolley, carefully reminding myself not to make a mistake, meaning that I had to keep my darn nerves in control.

I felt London's gaze on me the moment I walked in, and when I looked up, our eyes collided, his steel-gray orbs burning with such fervor that it made me suck in a breath and immediately look away, for I feared a heart attack.

I tried my hardest to zone out on the conversation going on, not wanting to be called upon later, and drilled about what I might have heard.

I began serving from the right end, trying to prolong my encounter with London. I gently served all the way down to a white-haired man, bowing to each Alpha and whatnot I served.

I noticed the white-haired man had a hard gaze on me, watching me keenly as I asked him politely if he cared for a cup of tea. He didn't say anything, only pinning with such lovely heterochromic eyes that tried to penetrate my soul.

You'd think his eyes were the only ones on me? As his intense gaze was on me, so was London's, and they were noting every move I was making.

The white-haired man blinked at me, and I stole an awkward look around. Luckily for me, the men were still greatly involved in whatever they were discussing.

"S-sir… I asked if you'd–"

He cut me off with a dazzling smile that made my breath hitch. "Certainly, I'd care for a cup of hot tea." His voice was soft and tuned low.

I nodded, immediately pouring hot liquid into a small teacup. I placed it in front of him, and he took a deep inhale with closed eyes. "Is this camomile tea?"

I nodded. "Yes, sir."

"It's indeed my favorite type of tea. It relaxes the nerves." He said this before gracefully raising the cup to sip the hot liquid.

I made to move onto the next person when he suddenly said, "Jax."

"Pardon me?" I replied, not quite catching up.

"Not 'Sir'; my name is Jax. Jax Donovan Knight."

Knight? Wasn't that London's surname? Maybe I was wrong. Well, I guessed it wasn't weird if someone shared the same surname as you. It was a small world after all.

"O-ofcourse, Alpha Jax."

He smiled, "ditch the Alpha; just Jax is well appreciated by me."

From his aura down to his speech and appearance, Jax seemed to be wrapped in a certain eloquence that camouflaged his powerful aura. He seemed very, very strong but preferred to clothe his beast in elegance, unlike someone I know.

He was like the opposite of London, who was roguish, sophisticated still, brute-ish, without a calm demeanor, and looked every bit dangerous. His eyes had a way of sending shivers down one's spine without him having to move a muscle. But I did notice one thing they had in common: both were beasts behind the cool demeanor.

I moved away from him, not liking how his aura was making my heart thump loudly. As if that wasn't enough, my eyes collided with London's, which had been boring a hole into my head for a while now, and there was something terrifying about the calm in his eyes.

I gulped, hurrying along to finish up what I was asked to do and fucking disappear. I served Cane, who was seated next to London, and sighed, my heart beating frantically, when I knew London was next.

I swallowed, taking shaky breaths to calm my nerves as I pushed the trolley to his side. My hands trembled slightly as I gripped the trolley. "Alpha, do you care for a cup of tea?"

His dark eyes remained on me, saying nothing as I stood waiting for an answer from him.

"Alpha?" I whispered again.

He gently adjusted himself to arch a brow at me with a finger over his lips as he rubbed his chin with a hum. He slowly blinked at me, reverting his eyes to gradually take a look around before guesturing for me to go ahead and pour him a cup of tea.

I gently lowered myself with trembling hands to pour him a cup of tea when I felt his fingers pinch a part of my gown, pulling me closer stealthily.

"Quiet now." He whispered to me, moving his eyes to peer at the arguing Alphas.

I collected myself, taking the filled tea cup to place in front of him. As I did that, his fingers moved under my gown, trailing up my thighs.

I sucked in a breath, surprised by his audacity and nonchalance yet serious expression as he multitasked at my expense. I felt his fingers approach my panties, drawing circles on my core.

My knees grew weak, and my arousal threatened to burst from the restraints upon his touch. I could feel his fingers sticking through my panties as my wetness oozed.

"Part your legs a little for me." He whispered, his husky voice doing things to me that I couldn't explain.

"B-but wouldn't it seem suspicious because I've been bent for so long and I'm done serving you?"

Why was that the first thing to fly out of my panicked mouth? I'd tell you. It's simple because I was desperate to say anything to make him stop before I embarrassed myself.

He titled his head, casually raising his hand to pick up the tea, and I had no idea how, but he made the teacup slip from his hands and crash on the table, breaking to pieces. The hot liquid began to spread, and he turned to me with an expression that was purposely made to my notice as feigned.

Cane rose to his feet, nailing me with angry eyes, and so did most of the Alphas. My eyes frantically looked between all of them, swallowing as my anxiety flared.

"You can't serve a simple cup of tea?" Gamma Cane asked with an arched brow.

Jax squinted at me, noticing my panicked expression, and cleared his throat, adjusting his suit's jacket. "I don't see how this is her fault. It was just an unfortunate accident."

I was surprised that he actually dared to defend me. I sent him an appreciative look that was still based on curiosity. Why did he choose to take my side?

London watched the commotion before turning to me, "clean up this mess."

I immediately nodded, beginning to pick up the broken pieces, when I felt his finger drag down my dress again. He pulled me closer, drawing circles on my thigh, dangerously close to my femininity.

"Come to my room by 10 p.m. this night. Do not be late." He whispered to me, sliding his hands between my panties and my flesh.

He pinched my clit a little, and I yelped immediately, regretting my instictive outburst that drew attention to me.

A man asked with irritation, "Is there a problem, maid?"

London also watched me with an expression that depicted curiosity while his eyes flashed with dangerous mischief, like he was daring me to say something, waiting for my response.

I looked away, lowering my head shyly. I couldn't handle all their attention on me. "I-I just got pricked by a piece of ceramic."

I immediately fetched a rag from my trolley, along with a spray can. I cleaned the table hurriedly, counting down to when I could leave. If I spent another minute here, I might pass out.

I walked past Alpha Jax, pausing to pick up his empty tea cup. "Thank you." I whispered.

He smiled at me, "you don't have to thank me. It was the right thing to do."

I smiled at him, ready to leave.

"Might I know your name?" He whispered.

"Blaire, Sir. It's Blaire White." I replied, regretting why my eyes collided with London's yet again.

Why was he watching me like a hawk, his prey?

I looked away, yet to recover from the tingles his mild touch brought to my body. How could he be so bold?

He looked away before facing a man to say, "Wolf-hunters have long existed, and yes, I do know they have rendered our treaty null by going behind to still hunt down wolves, but they're not to be blamed for the recent killings."

I smacked my face for listening in on that conversation because now it meant I knew something. Fuck!

He nodded in acknowledgement, "I hope to see you again, Miss White."

I blinked at him, not understanding what he was trying to say, but still managed to compose myself and leave the room with a thumping heart, and anxiety soared. I had lots of questions, like, What just happened? Like, what the fuck?