Chapter 4 : Tudor Dumitrese

Amos closed his eyes. Sera moved from his body. He heard the woman cursing in annoyance. Amos, however, felt very relieved.

"Don't move and wait for me here!" Sera ordered in a threatening tone.

Amos nodded obediently, not daring to move an inch. If Sera wanted, the woman could easily slam his body on the floor and he would die. Amos didn't dare act when he imagined that. He just stared at Sera who took her clothes and put them back on. The woman's furry ears had disappeared. She was back to being a normal human being.

Amos was sure that Sera was the kind of werewolf that Barferis, the slaves' guide, had often told him about. The slaves didn't know who their parents were. There was only one old man who managed the slaves in the fortress. His name was Balferis. Thanks to Balferis, the slaves got information about the outside world. Amos often imagined how beautiful the outside world was based on Balferis' stories.

Balferis often told stories about werewolves who would eat humans. They were very cruel and immoral. Every time he told the story, Balferis told him not to tell anyone. Amos now understood a little more about why the man had forbidden them. Because they were in the wolf's den.

Amos felt his chest pounding. What was he about to face? Where were the slaves who were taken to the forbidden room?

As he daydreamed, there was a rushing sound and a heart-wrenching shriek at the door of Seraphine's room.

Amos rose to his feet, then widened his eyes to see Seraphine slam a female servant to the floor in front of her. Amos could see it clearly. The maid's body was bent unnaturally. Her eyes were red with fangs sticking out.

Amos shuddered. That maid wasn't human either!

Sera closed the door. Her gaze looked annoyed. There was a thumping sound behind the door like something being moved. Amos thought it was guards cleaning up the servant's corpse.

Sera looked at Amos who was sitting on the bed, watching him with a frightened gaze. Sera hid her grin when she saw that handsome face that looked so scared.

"I want to play with you. But I have to leave. So wait for me. You'll know the consequences if I don't see you here later," Sera said with calmness.

"May I return to the slaves' quarters, Miss? I-"

"No," Sera cut quickly. She gave Amos a sharp look as a warning.

Amos gulped, then looked down. He must not confront the woman if he wants to live. In such a situation, he could not be rash. As long as she didn't kill him, he had to do whatever Sera told him to do.

Including staying there. He didn't know how long it would take.

Sera seemed to enter another room for quite a while. She then dressed in a red dress that clung to her stunning figure. Sitting in front of the mirror, she polished her face with makeup and lipstick. In Amos' opinion, the woman was more beautiful without makeup. Her face was alluring, her eyes piercing.

Amos immediately closed his eyes. What was he thinking about? How could he think about the shape of his lady's face and body.

Sera looked at the reflection of Amos' body in the mirror. The man's body was really tempting. She gave a small grin as she smeared bright red lipstick on her lips. She was already thinking about what she would do to Amos after the banquet. One thing was for sure, tonight would be an unforgettable night for them.

Sera shook her long hair casually. After that, she approached Amos.

Amos was wary. He didn't dare to move when Sera's fingers harassed his body like an object.

Sera smiled, touching the claw wound on Amos' cheek. She had no intention of applying ointment. She left the mark there as a sign of her ownership of the slave.

Amos winced at the sting on his cheek when Sera's fingers pressed against the wound.

"Be a good boy, and wait for me to return," Sera whispered, right in Amos' ear.

Amos shuddered. He lowered his head silently like a frightened dog.

After that, Sera left. Then there was the sound of the door being locked from outside.

Amos breathed a sigh of relief. That woman was terrible. All the slaves feared that woman's name and now he had experienced Sera's cruel side.

Huft. Even so, Amos still hoped to find a way out of there. He couldn't stay in that room any longer. If Sera returned, surely that woman would torture him again. Maybe worse, she might kill him.

***

"It seems Ms. Dumitrese brought another man into her room," Bern, Tudor's assistant told him.

Tudor, who was walking out of his room to the banquet hall, stopped after hearing Bern's report.

"Again?" Tudor's baritone voice echoed in the corridor.

Bern nodded.

"What did Riel do? How could he let Sera take home another man? Doesn't he know that she's getting married soon?" he snapped.

Bern looked down, used to Tudor's arrogant attitude.

"Ms. Dumitrese is very difficult to handle, Sir. You remember the last time you restrained her will?" Bern replied, reminding Tudor that even he had difficulty disciplining his daughters.

Tudor grunted in annoyance. He realized he had spoiled Sera too much, and now he wanted her to obey him. But it was too late. Sera always finds a way to melt his heart.

Tudor resumed walking at a brisk pace. His face was stiff, his mind was only filled with thoughts of Sera. He already knew Sera's mate was Russell, the man he hoped would be able to build a strong pack. That was a wise thing. He had to make sure his daughter's life was better after his absence. But, it seemed Sera always had a thousand ways to make him look like an evil father who didn't understand his daughter's wishes.

Sera repeatedly rejected her mate. She thought Russell was not right for her. Tudor repeatedly reassured his daughter, but it was useless. Tudor was sure that this incident was one of Sera's tricks to get away from Russell.

Tudor let out a rough breath.

"Papa!" A cheerful shout from a woman stopped Tudor in his tracks.

Sera came to hug Tudor from behind. Her face, which had always seemed arrogant and conceited, had now turned very sweet.

"Sera, did you come to the party and bring another man into your room?" Tudor asked matter-of-factly.

Sera shot a glare at Bern. That man must have told her father. Who else?

Bern just smiled faintly.

Sera released her hug and smiled. "I like him. I like him more than Russell."

Tudor turned to look at his daughter. "Who is he? Bring him to me."

Sera raised the corners of her lips. "You won't like him."

"Why? Is he a wild wolf?"

Sera shook her head. "It's much worse than that."

Tudor frowned, sensing something bad. "You'd better take him to my room now!"

Sera suddenly hugged Tudor tightly, clinging to him. "Papa, the banquet is about to start. How can you keep them all waiting? Aren't there important guests today?"

Tudor chuckled in annoyance, but he knew his weakness. His daughter's spoiled attitude. The thing that made him look like an incompetent leader.

At this moment, Sera's words were true. He invited his brother, Sergio Dumitrese, Russell's father.

The banquet was to strengthen the relationship between the two Dumitrese packs. Especially in order to work together against Gordon, an enemy pack that was currently making a lot of trouble for the pack.

Because Gordon is his brother, Tudor becomes even more worried.

Sera smiled. She was relieved that her father did not force her to bring Amos. If that man had really forced her, who knows what would have happened? This dinner's dessert will definitely be Amos.

***

Amos hurriedly got off the bed. He grabbed the clothes he had taken off earlier and put them on. Although it was only a piece of cloth, it was better than having to be naked. After that he ran to the door. He repeatedly pulled the doorknob, but to no avail. The door was locked.

Amos looked around the room. He remembered that the two guards had led him up the stairs. So he was sure this room was on the second floor. His eyes widened when he saw a curtain covering a door. Without thinking twice, Amos ran to it. He pulled back the curtain.

Amos smiled and realized there was a door there! Quickly, he pulled the doorknob.

"Damn!" He swore. The door was also locked.

The door was made of glass. Amos could see the iron-barred balcony. If he could open the door, he could jump down. Or whatever. Think later.

Right now, the most important thing was to get out.