Chapter 2

From The Nora’s Logophile Board

Tempus Fugit

Latin. Time Flies

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In the Rakh residence,

“Yes? young master”

“How did she react?”

“Well, she was so delighted that she was jumping and shouting <whisper>. She is more than eager to meet you, young master.”

“Really???!”

“How could this lowly servant lie to you. She is coming to meet you right now.”

“Later then”

“Very well young master.”

After hanging up the phone, Wilson walked to the mirror, putting on his Tudor rose cufflinks, with a smirk on his gorgeous lips, even those high-quality lenses were sparkling in his deep-set eyes. The usual predatory aura around him was slightly transformed into a warm one. He walked to his study table, picked up the photo frame next to the PC, which had a girl in a frilly baby pink skirt and a boy holding her hand looking at her, gentleness permeating from the boy’s eyes which matched Wilsons'. 

‘I am never going to leave you again, Maya’

A knock came from the door, waking Wilson up from his internal monologue.

“Master, you called?” Jason stood outside the door that was carved with golden figments in the mahogany wood. In his years of working for Wilson, he never dared to cross this invisible line. Even the oppressive aura around him, an alpha of the pack, was too intense for an omega like him.

“Details?” Wilson slipped his hand to his pocket. He was standing tall in front of his study table, surrounded by the walls which were painted old brown giving off a wooden smell, a roof to floor dark brown bookcase, and the same length mirror standing right beside it’s, the overall room gave the sense of something mysterious and powerful.

“It’s on your table, sire.” Jason bowed once as he said this. Wilson rounded the driftwood charcoal desk and reached out for the black file kept on the other end of the desk.

He studied the contents of the file, and after a few minutes, he again looked at Jason, “I want all of them here. Right this hour” he paused for a moment before adding, “And collect more information about the Quant pack and the Devasco clan, I want every move they have made from the last 15 years.”

Now that he was back, powerful, and eligible enough to avenge everything they had taken from him, he was going to pay back the price generously.

“Yes, sire” Jason bowed again before leaving Wilson in his own space.

Wilson, lost in his thoughts of the past, didn’t care about Jason’s leave. He stood tall, walked to the french window, gazing at the woods outside. Today he would make the first step to their destruction. 

‘I won’t kill you… rather I will make your life so hard where you would hate that you are even living.’

Suddenly a waft of rose mixed with a feminine scent pulled Wilson from his inner world. The scent was so irresistible that the wolf inside him was jumping, urging Wilson to move towards the source of the scent. Wilson knew why his wolf was acting this way, it’s the same reaction he gave to his Maya. Finally, the wait was over.

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Rosalind was sitting on a table that looks like it was borrowed from a Victorian palace. Not only the tea table everything, from the design of the gate to the garden with the architecture of the palace. Each and everything feels as if they were created from an ancient history book, she used to read.

The palace was far from the city where she lived. She knew the route up to half until the van entered the outskirts countrysides then turned into a secluded path that she didn’t even know existed. She had long stopped the struggle, after all, five muscular men and a single woman with her limited knowledge of martial art from youtube. She thought it would be better to save energy.

Now she was led to the room which she assumed to be a flower room, just as the historical novels she used to read. Didn’t know where the shameless old man disappeared. Probably he was scared of her scratching him, last time he got out unscathed but she didn’t say the same for every situation.

An idea popped up on her mind as she smirked. She stood up on her barefoot and tiptoed beside the door. The chills of the marble flooring permeate her foot, making her shiver a bit.

As she heard the footsteps coming.

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When the door of the guest room was opened. Wilson didn’t see anyone inside but the tasteful scent stronger than before, was still lingering in the air, but as Jason entered the room, something or maybe someone jumped from the back of the door, attacking the servant by climbing on his back, his leg locked in his waist, her one arm winded on his neck while another pulled his hair. The person was none other than Rosalind. Her eyes were red as if a demon had possessed her. Being kidnapped from her apartment in the middle of the night, when she was still in the working suit, they even didn't let her wear slippers, her mind was surely on a murderous route.

While Rosalind was busy attacking the servant, Wilson was busy evaluating the situation. Of course, the scene in front of him was unpredictable. Rosalind was going banshee over the servant. He had never expected. His eyes darkened as he caught a waft of the fragrance of the adrenaline rush of his mate, the artificial lens he had worn glinted with lamp lights, they were only focused on Rosalind. 

“How dare you?” in the moment of attacking the servant Rosalind could only say this much while her whole energy was concentrated in gagging and tearing the servant. ‘Do you think I will be so docile, no fluff’in way!’

“Ahh… leave me… help” Jason was in no better place. He could easily separate himself from the lady, but he was afraid that if he hurt this esteemed guest he would be punished severely.

Jason’s cry brought Wilson back to his. Seeing Rosalind, who was in formal wear without any footwear, such a weird combination, jumping over the servant and scratching and pulling his hair like a wild cat, and the expression of the servant on the top of that, made the situation so funny. Wilson threw his head back and laughed.

“Hahaha...” Wilson laughed so hard that his eyes started to tear up and his stomach started to hurt. His baritone laughter echoed all across the silent corridor, making the maids and servants, who were coming for the call of the help of the servant, halt their steps for a while to recognize the familiar but unheard-for-decades laugh. Not only the maids and servants but the banshee cat, Rosalind also froze for a while, before turning her head to the source of such warm laughter like pouring sunshine.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw such a gorgeous specimen of man, those curved eyes brimmed with tears, his stubble cheeks lifted as his laughter turned into a smile. That smile was like a cupid’s arrow for Rosalind's heart. Unconsciously, she tightened the grip around someone’s neck and the hair.

“Hick… Milady, please have mercy on me.” Jason was afraid that it would be his last day in the world rather than work. 

When she heard Jason’s cry for pity, she loosened the grip of her hand and then her legs, making her to slowly descend from the servants back to the floor. The maids and servants had already arrived with the slippers in the hand. They rushed there wondering if anything wrong happened. They breathed a sigh of relief seeing nothing that the young master would be angry about had happened.

Jason who finally found his freedom rushed toward a corner of the room. 

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From The Nora’s Logophile Board

Maya

Nepali (n.) Love