CHAPTER 6

THE PRIMAL LYCAN TOOTH. All undergo the phase of being toddlers- may it be human, vampires or werewolves. It is mainly the aspect of life where evolution happens in mysterious ways. When the fist tooth that grows in a lycan form arose, it is known to be a magical way of keeping a loyal contract with them just as how dragons would offer their cores to form a bond to their contractors.

I do hope that those servants will take my bet seriously. I'm pretty sure no kleptomaniac cannot resist the thought of riches and gold.

Yseah wander at her thought while stuffing a constant morsel of food at her mouth. The celestial sun in it's highest peak, and it's rays cannot just cause tan on the skin but burn from it's torrid heat. One way to say it- noon of another normal day at the palace has come. At the recurring time, Yseah and her mate Ruvillous are amusingly having their luncheon together - a once in a blue moon occurence for the twain- held at the pavilion that is built in the amid of the flower garden. Though in one distinct feature, a third party has joined them.

"Wow! This is so delicious! What is it called?"

A velvety voice with an affable charm possessed by the so-called human girl that her mate brought from their raid. The girl has a normal attribute for a mere human. Typical pitch black hair so as common hazel brown eyes. No speciality yet in someways she felt a threateng vibe coming from her. Was it because she can smile ear to ear or at a turning point, she can make her mate smile in secrecry?

Is this supposed to be jealousy?

Yseah can't help but purge all the disgust she suddenly felt in a moment. Not in a thousand blue moons she'll be jealous over the bastard's account.

'That won't happen! Never!' She screamed at her mind like an ill person, heedless that she had her grip at her utensils in a tight grasp.

"Just admit that you are jealous, girl. No one is going to think your a bitch of doing so!" Mildred responded at her thought, pitching her voice in a galling manner.

"I AM NOT!"

Precisely five seconds of dead silence engrossed at the extensive quadrate table after the sudden holler of Yseah. All gazes pinned at her in a baffled manner. Especially the decuple servitors earlier are present as the servants-in-waiting for the royal luncheon.

"Our Luna has really gone mad has she?"

"I know. But shh!! Quiet! We are just a meters away from them."

I can audibly hear you all people!

This made the ambience then turned in the most cumbrous way. Yseah then felt the aftermath remorse of her reckless action.

How am I going to get out of this?!

"Is anything the matter, Your Highness?" The sweet velvety voice opened Yseah's locked vim. She averted her gaze at the girl who sat in the middle of their long rectangular table- equally giving a same proportion of distance unto the three of them.

Her lilac orbs met the novice's black ones. "I'm sorry. I was just... having a fight with my wolf. She's a bit annoying sometimes..."

Well always actually.

Nodding off at her response, the girl clapped her hands unexpectedly which caused Yseah's slender brows lodged in perplexion.

"So it's really true that you can telepathically communicate with your wolf?! Oohh! That is so marvelous! I know I have no right to say this but I'm a die hard fan of wolverine stories! I mean literally! I have a plethora of books that just so related about werewolves and! I'm always in-love with their dark romance plot twist! The adrenaline rush of a fanatic is kicking in right now!"

Abruptly , the Velvety voice turned into a stenorian tone of someone who does not know the word breath when speaking. Yseah's face turned in hollow blank as she was oblivious of what the words that the girl just spew.

"I did not quite catch up to what you just stated but can I at least know your name? I think I never known it." Yseah diverted the subject instead since she's unbeknownst of what a werewolf fanatic is.

I mean what's that supposed to mean?

"Oh.. I'm sorry, my introduction is late but my name is Margaret Denwars. I'm 17 years old and I'm.. single?" said she, ending her preamble in a query.

"I.. see." Yseah just stated, a bit hesitant than before. She was about to open her lips to ask more of her gnawing queries when he was forstalled by Ruvillous whom was quietly listening at their converse.

"Lady Yseah." he called at his frigid voice that instinctively let Yseah swerve her head and met his dull eyes. "From now onwards, I want you to take care of Lady Margaret." he edicted.

"And why would I do that?" Yseah asked nonchalantly that lodged Ruvillous' brows in vexation.

The audacity to ask me to take care of a beggar he merely found on a forest! You are really shamelessly asking my help to take care of your supposed mistress?!

"She is merely a lost soul at our grounds and since you both has a similar origin, might as well take care of your own cluster." Ruvillous firmly said that really boiled her blood at the end.

I.. see. You are doing this because of that petty reason again.

"Fine. I approve of your wishes your highness. But you have to promise me a condition in exchange of taking care of your... guest." Yseah boldly bargained with the devil.

"What kind of condition?" Ruvillous suspiciously asked.

A sly smirk curve formed at her red lips. "Please let me have a private audience with Alpha Rion's son, your highness. I would greatly appreciate it if you will also comply with my request."

"Alpha Rion's son?" Ruvillous uttered in deep perplexity. "Why the hell would you want to meet his son?!" he suddenly growled that gave goosebumps of fear to all at the table. Even the novice lady who was supposed to be having her meal in serenity halted abruptly and shrunk to quaver her body in secrecy. But their Luna was an exception. Yseah was calm and no trace of fear itched her stance. "How can a Luna of this nation meet up in secret with another man whom is the son of my father's subordinate Alpha?"

Yseah can't help but grin in secrecy as she found his petty action, rather amusing.

Is he supposed to be jealous? That... is gross?

"Oh my, my apologies but that is non of your concern your highness. I still have my privacy you know, even if I AM YOUR MATE." Yseah firmly stated the last words. Despite the splitting distance of their table, she can clearly see how Ruvillous gritted his teeth in irritation.

You want to lock me up in here as if your supposed to be possessive but the truth is I'm only used as your mere decoration in assurance for your throne. Let's just see if you can keep your pride anymore. If you really value your mistress, you have no reason of neglecting my request.

"Fine. I approve of you of meeting up with Alpha Rion's son." Ruvillous ushered despite the contradiction of his will. Still the triumphant grin of Yseah was incomparable to any winners who won medals of gold.