Three

Chapter Three

Theoden’s POV

Staring at the young lady in my arms, I recounted on the incidents that led me to this one particular moment.

All I had wanted was to take down all the feelings of lose I battled with. It had been a very long time since I lost in something and felt the irreparable damage.

I nearly killed one of the spoilt girls in this estate, yet, a part of me held unto her strongly. She had passed out in my arms and something in me panicked. “If you have something you want to say, say it.” I told my wolf.

He usually minded his business, but not when it came to women. That’s where we differed because I couldn’t care less. “I obviously didn’t mean to hit her.” I added.

I lifted the girl and took her out of the road. Normally, I’d have found a way to take her to the hospital but the wound she got from my bike had already healed.

She was probably a ranked wolf with fast regeneration but I didn’t understand why she was feeble to faint afterwards.

After laying her back to the wall, I called my second to come to handle this. I really needed the break I had been enjoying before this.

“Stay with her. Get a name.”

My forehead creased when my wolf said that. Get a name? I didn’t dispute that, and rested on the pillar.

“Boss?” the call had already connected and my second answered. “You haven’t seen the house yet? I can send you a G****e map of the exact location.”

I didn’t need that but I hummed, and cut the call.

This day kept getting even worse shades of unlucky for me. I just had to hit a random girl that my wolf wouldn’t let me leave, and my grandfather was at the brink of dying but not before settling something with an old friend.

Something that had to do with me.

Not that I knew much of Sir Draven, but he was nice and knowledgeable, and those are traits I avoided in people.

A message came in and I checked it. It was the G****e map and when I opened it, I saw that I was only few steps away from the building. I turned to the girl.

That Sir Draven’s building would be the only one in this street, so did she come from there? Was she a family to the Sir Draven? I texted my second. “Come now.”

I took a picture of her on the ground. My wolf kept insisting that I stayed, but that’d be a waste of time when my grandfather was ill. I needed to be there for the family too.

I took one glance at her before leaving to my bike. Why did it feel hard to separate from her? It was definitely not guilt because I lost that a long time ago.

“Do you have anything else you want to say?” I asked my wolf.

“She has no wolf in her, so I don’t know.”

“Don’t know what?”

“Why I want you to stay with her? She could be something more to use. Don’t leave her like that.”

I’d have chuckled if I had any more funny bones to spare. Did he mean like a mate? She could be our mate? “We are in the twenty-first century. Mated didn’t exist anymore.”

I started my bike and I drove out of the estate. My phone kept beeping and I knew who it was. Grandfather’s nanny. I sped ahead, avoiding accidents as much as I could.

“Boss!” my second yelled out when I drove into the condo. I didn’t meet his gaze and sprinted into the building.

Maybe leaving the place when my grandfather was at his dying bed was too much, perhaps being too emotional for someone like me who didn’t care about emotions.

My grandfather’s nanny smiled when she sighted me and that was enough proof that he wasn’t dead yet. That old man was still waiting on the reply of his friend Draven.

My second, Rufus, followed me into his room, with lowered head. At the far end of the room, on a dark brown mahogany bed, my grandfather, the third Don of Denzel Family laid.

I sat besides him and held unto his hand. His eyes opened and shifted to me, his lips went up. “How are you feeling?” I asked, even if I didn’t want him to be honest.

“Like a new-born.” He lied, or maybe that was how helpless he felt at the moment. I only nodded.

“I heard you went to deliver the letter as your last errand for me.” He spoke slowly. “You didn’t have to, I had a bigger job for you. Taking care of the family.”

That was my duty, whether he asked or not, I’d still perform it. “And I will not fail you. About the Draven family, I really hope you don’t expect the letter today.”

He was weak and tired, and would possibly leave us today. I didn’t want him fighting to stay for someone who’d never come. Rufus came forward with a lifted finger.

“Yes?” I turned to him.

He pushed his brown hair back. “I don’t know how to announce this, but while searching for anything about the Draven’s, to get their address, I saw that they were... dead.”

My fists clenched and he stepped back immediately. He shouldn’t be speaking of the dead around my grandfather! Especially when it was his friend.

I turned to my old man and he had temporarily frozen. The nanny checked his pulse and began massaging his head. My second bowed his head. “I am very sorry, but Don had told me to keep him informed so...”

“And their daughter?” my grandfather suddenly asked.

The second raised his head and nodded. “Yes, their only surviving daughter, Donna-Belle, is alive with a stepmother and two step siblings.”

Speaking of a daughter, shouldn’t Rufus be on his way to see that girl? She might be the daughter of the Draven, or, hopefully, the stepdaughter.

“Theoden.”

I leaned towards my grandfather. “Yes?”

“That girl is Contract 21. Little Donna-Belle.”

The anticipation that had been swelling in me deflated. The contract wasn’t a big goldmine or wealth stashed up somewhere, but about a girl?

I took out my phone and showed him the picture I took of her. Thankfully, she didn’t like she had been hit by a bike but laying down peacefully. “This one?”

Rufus and the Nanny came forward to see. My old man’s eyes dilated on seeing the picture. The corner of his lips expanded to a wide smile. I dropped my phone. It had been almost thirty years since he smiled like that.

“Contract 21,” he said lowly. “is little Donna-Belle. Take care of her, okay? This is my last errand for you.”

I wanted to refute, but his eyes suddenly grew cold and his smile faltered. The nanny rushed to him again and the pounding in my heart increased.

She turned to me after a minute and slowly shook her head. My grandfather was gone, and his last errand to me, was to protect the daughter of Draven.