Ralph clicked his tongue as he stood at the entrance of the dark corridor where Damon's room was located.
"What the hell does he want again?" he grumbled under his breath and quietly walked to the door, ensuring his feet did not make annoying sounds—as the alpha told them.
Ralph did not bother knocking. His scent was probably noticed from the top of the stairs anyway.
"You seem to be slacking..."
Ralph took a whiff of the room's warmth before frowning, "What?"
A sigh followed the ruffle of sheets. "You used to be so quick on your feet, so fast whenever I called for you."
Ralph could not deny that. For so long, he had been Damon's friend and Beta, and had also been the one to execute most of Damon's physical orders. The weight of such responsibility didn't give room for leniency—or sluggishness.
"I know I've been... weak for some time now. I'm sorry, Damon." Ralph exhaled and looked at the floor. "I will ensure that I—"
"For how long have we known each other?" In the darkness of the room, Damon slid off the bed and plodded to the window, an evidence of his exhaustion from constant immobility.
Ralph did a quick mental calculation. "About... three centuries."
Damon hummed after a quick mental calculation. He did not make any effort to move the curtains even though he itched to view the pack from the elevation of his room.
"Time flies fast."
"It truly does," Ralph agreed. He kept his eyes glued to the Alpha's broad back. "You are about six centuries old now."
Damon clicked his tongue. He didn't feel a century. Hell, he didn't feel Twenty-five years measured according to human aging process. The last time he remembered looking into a mirror, he had no wrinkles or sagging flesh... Wolves were built that way. Not only did his specie live long, they stayed fresh and glowing throughout their lifetime.
"It seems like it was only yesterday my parents went to rest in the bosom of the goddess and left me to take over the pack," Damon mused. He turned to face Ralph, his beautiful glowing eyes blinking rapidly. "Ralph, tell me something. I need a professional response; forget about our friendship for now... Do you think I am doing a better job running the pack than my parents did?"
If the professional-response clause wasn't included, Ralph would have shrugged and complimented the Alpha's efforts through the past centuries.
Ralph cleared his throat. "Well, considering your condition, you are doing an excellent job. We are one of the most feared packs to ever exist and... well, and the pack is doing well. The people are adequately fed. We even supply food to almost all the human clans in this district. Your parents—Goddess bless their souls—took great care of the pack, and you're doing an even greater job."
"Hmm... Considering my condition..."
It was a direct repetition of Ralph's sentence, and Ralph was left puzzled as to why Damon only picked that part out of the ample strings of beautifully-crafted analysis of the pack's welfare.
"Sometimes I crave to walk beneath the rays of the sun like normal people." Damon sighed and closed his eyes. "Sometimes, I wish I wasn't born."
"Dont say that." Ralph took careful steps forward. "Please, stop saying that. The last thing anyone wants right now is one of your body-wracking emissions."
"Nah, that won't happen. I'm fine." Damon moved away from the window and laid a hand on Ralph's shoulder. "Thanks, Ralph. You've been a great help so far."
"That's my job. I'm your friend and Beta, remember?"
"Shut up." Damon sighed again when Ralph began to chuckle. He plopped on his bed. "Tell Margaux to send me some of those hot—Errm, what is it called?"
"Ginger cakes?"
"Yes! Ginger cakes," Damon nodded. "She should send that girl... Isabella."
ISABELLA...
The name brought a strange silence to the room. Both men stopped for a moment to think.
Ralph was the one who broke the silence. "Who is she anyway?"
Damon's eyes blinked repeatedly. "My new maid," he said and shrugged. "Don't ask me if I know anything about her, 'cause I really don't."
"What about the file she submitted?"
"Everything in that file seems correct. I feel that she isn't lying." The sound of galloping horses made Damon pause. The sound was probably coming from across the field but it sounded so close—thanks to wolves' great hearing. Damon pondered on the abilities of his specie for some seconds before speaking, "She feels so fragile."
She did feel fragile, Ralph couldn't deny that. One look at Isabella and all he could think about was her fragile form sprawled on his sheets and surrounded by his scent, and cuffs linking Isabella's wrists to the bed frame.
"Gooddess, Ralph, don't tell me that burst of pheromone is an offspring of your vile thoughts."
Ralph cleared his throat and licked his lips nervously. When had he spaced out?! Goddess, he was even having a boner!
"I'm so sorry about that," Ralph apologized and clamped his palms to his crotch. It was supposed to be amusing, but Damon wasn't one to laugh at a joke—or laugh at all. Ralph could count the nunber of times he'd seen Damon forcefully smile. "I will deliver your message to Margaux."
"Thank you."
It was an indication that the conversation was over. Ralph started for the door. When he got to the door, he turned back with raised brows.
"You took your medications yet?"
"You know how much I hate that yellow stuff," Damon grimaced just thinking about it. "It tastes like horseshit."
"And very effective," Ralph added. "Albus will have my head for lunch if I don't force that concoction down your throat." He started for the bed. It didn't come as a surprise to see a covered bowl by the bedside filled with a musky-smelling yellow liquid. "You're going to take it now."
"Goddess, can you leave me alone?"
"I will. Soon as you take this." Ralph handed him the bowl. "It will be evening soon. Please hurry up."
Evening.
Then night.
Those were the periods of each day Damon dreaded... He reached for the bowl, closed his eyes, and poured the contents into his throat.
Ralph nodded with a satisfied smile when he saw Damon's eyes glowing.
"My eyes are glowing, right?" Damon asked and grimaced. The taste that lingered on his tongue wasn't helping his contempt for the daily dose of concoction.
"As usual."
"Albus needs to add some sort of sweetener to this stuff."
"Let the wizard be. He is trying his best."
Damon spread out on the bed and closed his eyes. "Get out. The effects are kicking in."
"Sweet dreams, Damon. Have a lovely afternoon rest." Ralph took a step back and was about to pivot for the door when Damon's voice echoed in a slur.
"Tell Margaux to bring the new girl into the room next to me. And make sure the place is comfortable."
"I will do just that," Ralph whispered. It was either Damon said that to make it easier to call on Isabella, or the effects of the concoction was making him say things—things he was going to deny saying the very second he got up.
The door quietly clicked behind Ralph...
*. *. *. *.*
Isabella's jaw almost met the floor.
"... And it's too late to back out now. The Alpha is okay with you and has agreed to take you as his maid..." Margaux was saying. To those in the pack who dreaded Damon as much as Margaux did, her dramatic expressions of relief wasn't inordinate. Isabella happened to be an answer to her life-long prayers to the goddess to get someone else as a help for the Alpha, someone who Damon would pick himself.
That way, it would bring less angry remarks—directed at Margaux—whenever Isabella errs.
"If you need anything, come to me..."
Isabella had no one else to go to anyway.
"... I will lay out the rules as soon as we get to the place you'd be staying..."
Isabella wasn't new to rules. She would have no issue with that.
"... And be careful with the men here. Most of them are wolves..."
Isabella knew about wolves. She had even worked for one at her former place of work.
By the time they got close to some buildings arranged in segments, Margaux had arranged long lines of advices that Isabella's head was starting to ache.
The intensity of the sun also added to the discomfort.
"First rule..." Margaux didn't stop walking. "These place you see is the workers' quarters, and the workers stay in these buildings..."
Isabella could see beautiful bungalows arranged in rows with flowers—no, short trees—demarking each building.
"...Be respectful to your neighbours. Don't cause trouble," Margaux continued. "There are penalties for fights. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Madam Margaux."
"Good, now—"
"MADAM MARGAUX!"
Isabella and the elderly woman turned back at the same time. A sentry fully dressed in his uniform was clutching his sword to his side as he ran to meet them.
"Master Ralph asked me to deliver a message." His eyes lingered on Isabella for a very unholy stretch of seconds before he forcefully tore his gaze to the waiting woman.
"What did he say?"
The sentry leaned forward and whispered something into Margaux's ears. When he pulled back, there was a look of confusion and surprise finely mixed on the older woman's face.
"He said that?" she asked to be sure.
"He said the alpha said that."
"Oh... Thanks."
Isabella's anxiety rose when the sentry left and Margaux did not say anything. "Is... Is something wrong?"
"Nah, everything is fine. It's just that Alpha Damon has never allowed any of his maids to stay so close to his chamber."
"What are you talking about?" Isabella frowned. She looked at the beautiful stretch of workers' buildings. She wasn't going to stay in one of those? They looked so comfy! "You won't be staying here," Margaux voiced out the young lady's thoughts. "It seems Alpha Damon wants direct contact when he needs you. Come with me." Isabella could swear that she saw a glint of confusion in Margaux's eyes. They walked back to the mansion with Isabella getting curious looks from some of the guards stationed in the pack. Isabella found herself inside the large mansion again. Together, they walked up the stairs. Like it had been the first time, Isabella's heartbeat increased. The feeling of fear that washed over her wasn't one she could control. When they had gone halfway up the stairs, Margaux stopped walking and turned back. "There are some rules you must abide by, and Master Ralph said he will personally lay them out to you." Rules again? Why so many rules? And why Master Ralph?
Isabella gasped and turned, wide-eyed, to the centre table where the sound seemed to be coming from. The first thought that jumped into her mind was how mad her neighbour (the alpha) was going to be. The sound suddenly stopped. Isabella tried to decipler how imaginary it was when it felt like the entire pack became pin-drop silent. There was a telephone on the table, decorated with blue petals that matched the colour of the room. Isabella stood rooted to the spot. She had almost gotten a heart attack! With a sigh of relief, she palmed her chest. Another shrill ring came again, jolting her like it had done before. That was the point reality dawned. The phone was going to continue ringing until someone picked it, or until it had exhausted the ringing timeframe. And the alpha was going to call her like he had done, this time, with the intention of sending her out of his house while raining brimstones from heaven for disturbing the peace of his serene afternoon. Isabealla's f
... IT WILL HELP TO KEEP YOUR HEAD SAFE ON YOUR NECK... That part of the sentence echoed in Isabella's mind again and again and again until she could hear the words engraving themselves into the walls of her memory. "... I'm not trying to scare you..." Of course not! Isabella wasn't scared, was she? She was just... What was the word? Shaken? Yes, she was shaken to her core and scared—very scared. "... You don't seem like the type to stay out at night, so I think it will be pretty easy for you..." Isabella swallowed. She moved her head up and brought it down, nodding twice, slowly. Ralph's attention was more focused on the beauty of the lady before him, else he would have seen the fear in her eyes, and the obvious second-thoughts swarming around her head in invisible wips of smoke. "At exactly twelve at night, nobody moves, at least, for the entirety of that period. The rule also applies early in the morning by four. Trust me, this law is the most important." Isabella wishe
Isabella was trying her best to stay cool. There was this intense feeling to move close to the wizard and yank on his silky white strands until they pulled off. It was just a thought. One she didn't intend to execute.She was better off as a human and not some magically-morphed four-legged dirt-eating animal. The thought made her chuckle. "Sorry, I didn't get that." Isabella looked up with widened eyes. "Oh, no. I didn't say anything."Albus made a throaty sound. "I was asking if you have been briefed on the rules." "Errm, yeah. I know I am to be punctual and desist from clamour, and—" "I honestly have no business with that," Albus gently interjected. "I want to know if you know what to report to me." Isabella stole a confused glance at Ralph who indicated for her to look back to the wizard. "I... I don't know anything about that sir.""Now, listen to me," Albus said and sat up. "Damon takes a daily dose of medications that helps to... that helps him to survive.""The alpha is
Their journey back to the mansion was very slow because Isabella earnestly tried to buy herself some time. Twice she got the offer to hand the gold-and-glass tray over and twice she politely rejected the offer. If she allowed Ralph carry it, he would see how her hands were shaking uncontrollably. "So, enjoy your first day," Ralph said when they got to the second floor where his chamber was situated. "Remember, you can always come to me if you need anything. My room is just over there." Isabella did not bother turning her head to follow his fingers. She had gone there once, and might go there again, because she doubted if she would be comfortable with Madam Margaux like she was with Ralph."Thank you... for everything." "Oh, it's okay. Have a lovely day!" Isabella murmured "and you too" under her breath as she walked up the stairs, her sandal making soft thudding noises. The tray in her grasp felt a ton when she got to the Alpha's floor and looked into the darkness in the distanc
In situations like this, Isabella always thought things through. Rejecting the Alpha's invitation for as little a bite would make her sound proud. And accepting it might make her look foolish—and maybe look like a glutton—since Damon may be trying to test her."My alpha..." Isabella started, her lips curving into a welcoming smile. "Thank you so much. But it would bring me great happiness to see you enjoy your cake and finish with satisfaction. I don't want to spoil that." It was a great speech and she was already thinking of giving herself a mental thumbs-up when his voice came again, deep and booming, echoing across the room with that earth-after-rain warm smell she couldn't resist."Surely a taste won't shorten my ration or leave me unsatisfied. It would be a great pleasure to share my meal. Come on, have a bite." When Isabella heard the spoon clinking against the tray, she thought Damon had freed the spoon for her to take over. How wrong she was! Her eyes slowly tilted up to m
The bath was more than relaxing, Isabella couldn't deny it.She could picture herself dozing off the moment her body touched the bed.On a normal night like this, in the apartment she managed with Iora, she would have turned on a lamp and spread herself on the bed with a book in her hands, and read late into the night.Books were like hot coals to her. The more she read, the more she blew on the flame, turning it into a mighty fire.She made a mental note to ask if there was any Librarl around in the pack. She could only hope, because a pack so big ought to have something as basic as a library.She had turned the couch to face the window and was seated on it, enjoying the view from where she sat. The Alpha's window was just some meters away from hers. If he wasn't asleep, she knew he might also be looking out, staring at the beauty of the pack at night.Isabella made another mental note: she would find out what was wrong with the alpha that turned him into a hermit.She didn't know ho
Her heart hammered against her chest. If she was previously feeling groggy, all traces of sleep completely disappeared.The sounds became faint now...Then she heard heavy breathing that accompanied the sounds of something breaking, something hard and sturdy.Everything happened in a minute.After that was utter silence.Isabella knew that that the danger hadn't passed. It seemed so well to be the calm before a storm. She looked at the opened window at the other side and noticed the glow of the moon streaming in, painting the room white, adding sauce to the fear inside her.She was right. The silence was the calm before the storm. Loud thuds started from the end of the corridor—at the Alpha's end—and progressed, sounding like footsteps the more it advanced closer.Isabella, still on the floor, gasped and turned to the door, instinctively moving back with her eyes opened wide and her breath stuck in her throat.The thuds got to her door and stopped.She could hear it...She could hear
"Are you okay?"Isabella looked up from the floor where she was busy monitoring the shapes of the tile design. Just as she expected, Damon tarried in swallowing the liquid, and she couldn't leave him to it for fear of the alpha getting it disposed."I'm fine, sir," she replied, a bit surprised. "Are you okay?""Oh, yes I'm great." He sounded like a breath of fresh air, and even though the room was dark and they could barely see each other, she felt the tension in the air lessen.The sound of voices drew their attention to the window.The pack members were returning, Isabella could perceive. Sparing a quick glance at Damon's silhouette on the bed, she slowly walked to the window and raised a part of it."Careful," Damon called behind her, a rumble in his warning.Isabella turned back immediately and threw the curtain back in place."I'm sorry. I—""It's okay. Just make sure it doesn't go beyond that. What is going on outside?"A throng of people converged upon the looming gate, its mon
Isabella left Albus' quarters with more questions than she could handle.When she got to one of the paths that led to the Alpha's mansion, she saw the people walking in groups to the gate.Curious, she followed them, tightly clutching the concoction to herself.The gate was now rowdy and clustered since it seemed the guards at the gate didn't want to let the people out. There was rising dust already and raised voices.Isabella's curiosity spiked up."... They need to let us see what is going on..." someone said from behind her."Yes, I will go out even if it means breaking that gate down..."Isabella quietly trailed behind the two chattering women. It turned out that there was something beyond the gate that was being taken care of that didn't need to be looked at.And it seemed the pack was getting weary of being lied to cover secrets and important things regarding the alpha and the pack.Through the countless conversations on the way to the gate, Isabella picked up a lot of informati
Something was definitely wrong with the pack.Either the pack or Damon... Isabella wasn't sure.Bodies... Ralph had said bodies were found by the river. She could only ask herself if it was just a slang for something else, or if they were talking about actual bodies...The thought sent shivers into Isabella. She grabbed her gown tightly as her heartbeat increased."Fuck," she muttered to herself and started an aimless journey out of the house. It was clear as day that very confidential topics were about to be discussed, hence the Alpha's request for her to leave.Isabella stood on the front porch and took in the beauty of the morning sun reflecting on every surface that could bounce back its rays."ARE YOU OKAY, MY LADY?""Huh?" Isabella spun to the right. She was so lost in thought when she stepped out that she hadn't noticed the guard standing outside the building with a sheathed sword clasped to his side."Is everything okay?"She asked herself the question again and again. Was eve
At first everything happened in slow motion. Isabella could see the muscled figure approaching, the swing of his shoulder tossing his hair around his shoulders, and his lips moving, saying something about taking the tray from her.Then, she saw the faint print in the front of the towel. She hadn't planned to look there, even the gods could see how innocent she was, but it was difficult not to look that way when he towered above her, displaying the long outline pressing against the fabric on the towel. She had wanted to speak, to tell him that she didn't need some hours off and that her night was fine, but the words did not form. So, as an alternative, she tried to move back while forcing her mouth to resume functioning, but her feet had decided to fail her as well.She yelped as her back reached for the floor. The tray went into the air. Even as she fell, her mind was on the tray. She saw Damon's figure move. It was a blur. By the time a gasp escaped her lips, she felt something st
Her heart hammered against her chest. If she was previously feeling groggy, all traces of sleep completely disappeared.The sounds became faint now...Then she heard heavy breathing that accompanied the sounds of something breaking, something hard and sturdy.Everything happened in a minute.After that was utter silence.Isabella knew that that the danger hadn't passed. It seemed so well to be the calm before a storm. She looked at the opened window at the other side and noticed the glow of the moon streaming in, painting the room white, adding sauce to the fear inside her.She was right. The silence was the calm before the storm. Loud thuds started from the end of the corridor—at the Alpha's end—and progressed, sounding like footsteps the more it advanced closer.Isabella, still on the floor, gasped and turned to the door, instinctively moving back with her eyes opened wide and her breath stuck in her throat.The thuds got to her door and stopped.She could hear it...She could hear
The bath was more than relaxing, Isabella couldn't deny it.She could picture herself dozing off the moment her body touched the bed.On a normal night like this, in the apartment she managed with Iora, she would have turned on a lamp and spread herself on the bed with a book in her hands, and read late into the night.Books were like hot coals to her. The more she read, the more she blew on the flame, turning it into a mighty fire.She made a mental note to ask if there was any Librarl around in the pack. She could only hope, because a pack so big ought to have something as basic as a library.She had turned the couch to face the window and was seated on it, enjoying the view from where she sat. The Alpha's window was just some meters away from hers. If he wasn't asleep, she knew he might also be looking out, staring at the beauty of the pack at night.Isabella made another mental note: she would find out what was wrong with the alpha that turned him into a hermit.She didn't know ho
In situations like this, Isabella always thought things through. Rejecting the Alpha's invitation for as little a bite would make her sound proud. And accepting it might make her look foolish—and maybe look like a glutton—since Damon may be trying to test her."My alpha..." Isabella started, her lips curving into a welcoming smile. "Thank you so much. But it would bring me great happiness to see you enjoy your cake and finish with satisfaction. I don't want to spoil that." It was a great speech and she was already thinking of giving herself a mental thumbs-up when his voice came again, deep and booming, echoing across the room with that earth-after-rain warm smell she couldn't resist."Surely a taste won't shorten my ration or leave me unsatisfied. It would be a great pleasure to share my meal. Come on, have a bite." When Isabella heard the spoon clinking against the tray, she thought Damon had freed the spoon for her to take over. How wrong she was! Her eyes slowly tilted up to m
Their journey back to the mansion was very slow because Isabella earnestly tried to buy herself some time. Twice she got the offer to hand the gold-and-glass tray over and twice she politely rejected the offer. If she allowed Ralph carry it, he would see how her hands were shaking uncontrollably. "So, enjoy your first day," Ralph said when they got to the second floor where his chamber was situated. "Remember, you can always come to me if you need anything. My room is just over there." Isabella did not bother turning her head to follow his fingers. She had gone there once, and might go there again, because she doubted if she would be comfortable with Madam Margaux like she was with Ralph."Thank you... for everything." "Oh, it's okay. Have a lovely day!" Isabella murmured "and you too" under her breath as she walked up the stairs, her sandal making soft thudding noises. The tray in her grasp felt a ton when she got to the Alpha's floor and looked into the darkness in the distanc
Isabella was trying her best to stay cool. There was this intense feeling to move close to the wizard and yank on his silky white strands until they pulled off. It was just a thought. One she didn't intend to execute.She was better off as a human and not some magically-morphed four-legged dirt-eating animal. The thought made her chuckle. "Sorry, I didn't get that." Isabella looked up with widened eyes. "Oh, no. I didn't say anything."Albus made a throaty sound. "I was asking if you have been briefed on the rules." "Errm, yeah. I know I am to be punctual and desist from clamour, and—" "I honestly have no business with that," Albus gently interjected. "I want to know if you know what to report to me." Isabella stole a confused glance at Ralph who indicated for her to look back to the wizard. "I... I don't know anything about that sir.""Now, listen to me," Albus said and sat up. "Damon takes a daily dose of medications that helps to... that helps him to survive.""The alpha is