Chapter 6

VERONICA

I've always despised Lycans, and the mere thought of falling in love with one made me want to retch. For years, I searched for my mate in silence, praying that the moon goddess wouldn't pair me with a Lycan.

But fate had a twisted sense of humor. Now I find myself stuck with a Lycan man who seemed to be infatuated with me. I can't stand the sight of him, but I know I could use him to accomplish my mission.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I snarled, my voice filled with fury as I push him away from me.

"What am I doing? What's wrong with you?" he shot back, his voice deep and masculine, his face etched with annoyance. "Why did you let yourself get dragged to my father, and why didn't you postulate in front of the king?"

For a moment, I felt like a toddler being cautioned by her father. My heart is blank. I don't know whether I should hate him more or just a little less. 

"What's the meaning then?" 

"Meaning of what?" He replied impatiently. 

I can't even bring myself to tell him what I am asking about; how would I ask him why he kissed my lips? I just kept touching my lips until he finally figured it out.

"Oh, you mean that?" I had no other way to shut your annoying voice" He says 

I never thought of it; he actually didn't kiss me. That's a relive! At least he didn't steal my first kiss, which I have left only for my mate. "yet to find a mate."

"You live out there, hiding, right?" Don't you know the castle is just like being peeled; just with time, it will soon get to your turn to be fried, but you seem to be trying your best to make the flame hotter. So you'd be fried quickly? I stare blankly and blink repeatedly, trying to understand the whole sentence. 

"Look, werewolf girl," he continues. I actually wonder why he calls me a werewolf girl. Why specialize it when there are more than ten of us? I have seen more than ten in one night.

"You need me to survive here; I saved you once and you let me; I will try to save you again." "Ain't you sacred?" He scolds

"I am not afraid, not anymore. And what made you sure that you're all I need to survive?

Just then, my stomach grumbles. Shit!  Wrong timing, nature! 

"You said what again?" You don't need me?" He mocks with a grin.

A little tap came to his door, and he ordered me to open it up. Annoying enough, he didn't say that; he only rudely used his eyes to order him. 

I opened the door just to get intoxicated by this yummy aroma that the handsome 16-year-old boy brought in on a large tray. I almost thought it was a banquet until the second tray arrived. 

"That's Sam; he will help with whatever you need until, maybe, as long as you survive."

He moves away from the wall where he has been standing all along and then sits on his cushion. He pours the contents into a beautiful, transparent cup. Both the jar and the cup, as well as the liquid content, have never been seen before. 

We only drink water outside the castle. Maybe it's alcohol. It's not like I would ever be able to guess it right. My grandmother never drank things like that. 

"Your name is..."

"Veronica," I answer.

He nods. I wish to ask his name, but I just can't. I sat on the floor, staring between the food and myself. The food is looking nicer and richer than anything I have ever had in my whole life. I just don't know where to start, and the fact that he saved me food on the floor instead of a table... After all, I am a slave. 

"Starting now, you will be addressed as my slave." "You didn't bother to ask my name?" I look down, avoiding eye contact. 

My long black hair falls to the floor as I drop my gaze, forming a veil that covers one side of my face and prevents me from seeing him anymore. It's better; at least he won't see my helpless self devouring the food. 

Suddenly, I see his boot line in front of me. He then bent his knee and held my chin, bringing my gaze to meet his own. 

"You won't ask?" He says.  "I try so much to force my gaze back to the floor, but his grip is tight enough to hold my chin in place." 

"I won't be needing your name." I'd rather call you sir since you are now my master.

"I'm Prince Grimgor."

"Sir".

"Call me Grimgor."

"I'd prefer, sir," I insisted, looking directly into his eyes. He is definitely not the King; he bears a different name from him. But still, he is the devil's son and can't be different from his father. 

He pushes my chin away forcefully. Obviously, he is annoyed. He stands up and walks back to where he sat earlier. 

"Should I take the food away?" "Are you on a fast?" Grimgor says as he continues with his drink. 

"I have a request. Sir... "

"Prince Grimgor," he corrects, almost screaming, and his eyes are budging out as he is pointing at me like, "You stubborn little girl!"

"Prince Grimgor, sir, I'd request to eat with Alice." 

"Alice?" he asks calmly.

"Yes, the little girl I was with."

He made a little whistling sound, and Sam came running to him. 

"Go get Alice," he says, while Sam dashes out immediately. A few minutes later, he returned with Alice. 

Her eyes were already red with tears. 

I kneel and hug her tightly to myself once she enters the door.

"I thought those monsters killed you," she cries as I wrap my arms around her, hugging her tightly. 

"I am fine, Alice." and you will be. 

She nods.  Even though I see the fear in her eyes as I wipe her tears away,

However, her mood got lighter the moment she saw the food at the corner. 

"You want some." 

She nods, smiling childishly.