Twenty one

JADE POV

I get to claim a body part. The words kept repeating in my ears as the warm water from the shower cascaded around me in torrents. The bastard. Was there anything that was going to be fair where he was concerned? How do I know that he won't be the one winning every spin by using his dark powers?

Dragging my hands through my hair, I reached for the shower switch and turned it off.

He was a fucking conniving bastard and smacking my head against the wall didn't make the feeling that his words and actions had stirred up in me.

There was also the feeling of his arousal while he had been pressed up against me. He was definitely not lacking in any of the departments, and he didn't understand the concept of personal space. He was worse than me in that department.

I'd tried to get under his skin and he'd succeeded in getting under mine. I'd knelt to him twice, which was mortifying but the treat I got was almost worth it, that is if he had let me wolf it down as I'd wanted, instead of interfering by spoon-feeding me. The man was such a control freak it made me see red.

I wondered what was going on back home. It was just going to be my luck if Ryland had managed to run everything I'd worked hard for into the gutter.

"Fuck this! I shouldn't even be here. That fucking douchebag".

Wrapping a towel around myself, I stepped out of the shower room. The sudden drop in the room temperature made me swear. Why was the bloody air conditioner on full blast?

The door creaked open and despite knowing that no one could hurt me while the big dog was around, I still went into a protective stance, hiding out of view, in case, despite his claim of ownership, I was fair game to his subjects.

Plus, didn't they understand the concept of knocking before entering?

A foot that was not Dearil's stepped in and without wasting a second I attacked. Grabbing the person, I tossed them in the air, their horrified scream rending the air before they smacked into the tiled floor.

I don't give them the room to breathe before I'm on them, a knee pressing against their windpipe before I see that it's just a terrified cute little guy.

"Stop, I'm just bringing your dress" he squeezed out and my gaze landed on the pile of clothes on the floor that had flown out of his hand during my attack.

I let him go immediately and he got to his feet, his hands rubbing at his throat. He eyed me warily.

"You should've knocked".

"You're not even going to apologize... "

I gave him a look and he clamped his mouth shut. It was a good call because if he wasn't a wolf, I was going to break his jaw if he pissed me off.

"Are you one of Dearil's housekeepers?"

The cute guy squared his shoulder with a listless look on his face, almost as if he was accepting a laid-down fate.

"You shouldn't have touched me".

"What! I barely even hurt you. People would think I harassed you or something".

"Master Dearil is going to be upset when he smells you on me."

I rolled my eyes. Gosh! He even had them calling him Master. "I doubt you'll get into trouble if you just explained what happened".

"That is if I'm alive to explain. I can't believe I'm under his rule, my life is in jeopardy all the time, all because he cannot control his wolf. He is the worst leader ever and I'm sure you already know the type of Man Master is. Everyone is afraid of him. You should be afraid of him too".

I scoffed, stepping closer to him. He fidgeted, debating on whether to stay or fly out of my room.

"If I had to endure your brainless chattering, I would most definitely kill you too. You call him Master, yet you take any chances you get to badmouth him".

He frowned. "No, no... Err, it's not like that. But, he kidnapped you, why should you be concerned if I am speaking badly about him, it is what he is doing, shouldn't you be on my side and seek my help to aid you to escape? The last girl he took died"

I sighed. Was this guy for real? "You haven't answered my first question".

His brows furrowed. "My name?".

"Yes, your name, and I'll like it if when I ask you a question, you gave an answer that correlates with the question. Got it".

"I'm Aiden. I'm an Omega and I'll also prefer it if you don't talk to me with such disrespect. You're just a mere human".

I grinned. The fucking irony of it all. But there was one thing for sure, If Dearil didn't kill him, I might, maybe not now, but one of these days.

"I am a mere human?" I scoffed, then moved a foot closer. "But this human has all of Dearil's attention so what if I told him all about what you said about him, how is he going to react to that? You see, I value trust and honesty, and I never, ever take kindly to traitors."

Aiden stared at me, his eyes raking over my exposed flesh. "I haven't betrayed Master yet".

The guy was pushing all my buttons. He hadn't betrayed Dearil yet, but with the way he was eyeing me, I would say, he definitely deserved the death penalty. I hated to admit I was Dearil's, but I was sure this guy knew of that fact, and yet he was choosing to ignore it, all because Dearil was not around.

Also, no one had ever been this disrespectful towards me and it triggered the bloodlust in me. If I had a gun, he'd be dead In a heartbeat. Too bad I didn't, there was also the fact that a gun might not work on him, but it was still worth a shot.

He said he was an Omega, so that made him the weakest link in the chain right? I wondered if he had half of Dearil's strength, or was it only a quarter? Could I kill the little piece of shit without a weapon, or were they like vampires. Do I need to push a stake through his heart?

"You betrayed him the second you spoke ill of him in my presence. Dearil might overlook such a blatant show of disrespect but I won't. You're going to pay for your actions Aiden".

Aiden shook his head, then rested his hand over his chest. "You poor child. You've probably been brainwashed by the devil. In case you do not know, you're a prisoner here and once Master finds something more attractive than you, you'll be of no use".

I had to admit he had guts. He was also making really wild assumptions to think I would care about Dearil finding other playthings. I only cared about one thing, and that was killing him.

"I don't care about your Master or the way he chooses to spend his past time but I do care about having you killed by the man you claim to hate serving. By the looks of it, seeing how frustrated you are, I think I'll be doing you a service."

"You do not have any control over Master, no one does, and one of these days, he's going to wrench your head off in a fit of rage".

"Is that what you think little wolf?" I asked then placing my finger on the neckline of his shirt, my thumb tracing patterns on his checkered shirt."Do you actually believe Dearil would ever wrench my head off so long I play the obedient little girl. Because I don't think so, but do you know who it is he will be killing". I paused for effect. "It's going to be you, and no one will find out about it because I'm going to help him get rid of your body".

He swallowed harshly, his throat bobbing. "You won't get away with it. The council will find out about it and you'll be..."

I yanked him into me and then pressed a kiss to his lips. He was too stunned to speak and just stood there, his eyes wide as those of a fish before he tried to push me away.

Holding him closer, I deepened the kiss and because he struggled half heatedly, he doesn't succeed in pushing me away, instead, he slowly gives in to it, his mouth crushing and more desperate.

The air chilled and goosebumps trailed my skin. Aiden was the first to break the kiss, his eyes pushing out in panic. He whipped around at the same time my eyes connected with Dearil's.

The way his gaze burned into my soul made shivers run down my spine and I felt physically ill. His anger seemed to saturate the air, suffocating any and everything in his path. It was difficult to breathe when the air felt like shards of blades.

Aiden made to fall to his knee, his mouth working to apologize, but he doesn't get a chance to utter a single word. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion.

Dearil's hands reached out in a flash, it curled around Aiden's throat, then he snapped it cleanly off his neck. The poor guy barely had room to cry out. His body fell to the floor with a thump, his head a few inches from his head, and his eyes still wide open in terror as blood pooled around his throat and severed body.

I would have smirked, gloat over Aiden's torso and say I told you so, but Dearil's gaze was suddenly on me with murderous intent written all over them.

I took a step back, knowing that if he reached out in his anger, my head would no doubt roll on the floor.