Orson opened his eyes in an unfamiliar room. Staring at the familiar white wall, he turned his head to the other side and closed his eyes. His mate's appearance swarmed in his head. He stormed from his bed pressing his lips together and throwing the bedcover away.
His sleepiness faded.
He stood up, rubbing his head. The lingering scent of blood didn't bother him. Looking at his hands. Dried blood spots on them. His injuries healed completely, leaving blood in his hands, legs and abdomen. Opening the second drawer of his bedstand table, grabbed the phone in there and made a call.
"Were you in your usual post last night?" he asked the moment it got connected.
"OH, morning Orson, I am fine thanks for asking about me. You are such a good and caring friend," responded Kyle.
Orson frowned and looked at his phone. "What sh*t are you talking about? Just answer me," Orson snapped.
"I didn't go. I am still recuperating, you know. The wounds you caused need more than a month to heal," Kyle spoke, feigning a loud cough.
This man! Still pretending. I was light on handling him.
"If you want me to recuperate fast and resume my job, come to visit me with a big hamper full of fruits and an apology letter for causing me such an injury…"
Orson cut the call as he didn't want to hear Kyle's rumbling. It was not the first for an incident like this to happen, nor it would be the last time.
He strode towards the bathroom, letting the water slide down his body to erase the traces from last night. He wore a bathrobe and walked to his closet, to see his clothes balled and tossed in the closet. All his clothes got wrinkled.
Despite that, he wore a dark green shirt and black jeans took a black jacket in his hand and went out, leaving the room messier.
The moment he opened the door, a mix of fried eggs scent with spices and aromatic herbs entered his nostrils, making his stomach shout in protest. As he walked down the stairs, he smelled a jasmine scent. Light steps were coming from the living room.
He descended the last step, sensing something moving in his direction, he grabbed the thing. "What the f****!" he cursed.
"It's you?" she said, but his focus was on the small thing in her hand, which she attacked him with.
"How did you come in?" she asked him.
'What a stupid question.'
"Through the door," he replied, pointing at the door.
"No, that was not what I meant, I locked the door..." she stopped talking. Maybe she realized who the owner of the house was. Orson turned around to leave the house.
"Wait... I just saw a wolf yesterday..."
He stopped in his tracks. "You saw a wolf?" he said, raising a brow.
"Yes! It was giant, maybe the height of the door. It had a sharp claw and pointing ears. It attac-"
"Then, you saw a wolf?" he asked once again, rubbing his chin.
'She is a stupid vampire, indeed.'
"Why are you repeating it, I said that the wolf-"
He walked to her and stopped a few steps away from her. "Are you pretending to be a fool? You are in a WEREWOLF pack. If you didn't see a wolf, then what were you supposed to see? Lions!" he sneered, then walked out.
He hadn't time to care for trivial matters. She should have met with one of the werewolf guards when they patrolled around the pack.
Back at the house, Lucette's face turned red from anger. 'Aaaaah. rude man! I'm at fault. Why did I have to talk to him!' Since her coming to the pack, he never regarded her as his wife.
She ruffled her hair and kicked the couch, crying in pain.
Lucette sat on the couch holding her leg. The pain made her forget about the incident a while ago.
The ring bell. 'Who could it be? The alpha?' Lucette hurried and opened the door. "You foul, how da--" Before she could finish, she found another person standing in front of the door and not the alpha. She tried to smile at the man standing with an open mouth. "I thought you were someone else... Did you need anything?"
"Good morning, Luna. I am Jordan, Alpha Orson's beta. Sorry for bothering you at this hour, but the alpha sent me here to bring a file," the man said, patting his neck.
Lucette eyed the man who stood lean and tall. He has black hair, eyes and thick eyelashes in contrast to his white skin. "He was here a few minutes ago, so why didn't he come and take it," she stated, crossing her hands.
The alpha was here recently, so he should have taken the file with him, or he could have returned here if he had forgotten about it, it would not have taken him a long time to do so unless he didn't want to meet her.
"I-I don't know! I am just following the order," he said, patting his neck.
Lucette pursed her lips and asked about the description of the file, then she told him to wait and headed to the alpha's room.
She opened the door. 'What a mess!' she thought, knitting her brows as if she didn't have a hand on it. She walked towards the bedside table, not caring about stepping on the clothes and the bedsheet thrown on the floor, and the search began.
Opening the first drawer. She found a photo frame turned upside down. Her curiosity awakened, and she picked the frame.
Her eyes winded on what she saw. That rude man looked all gentle, smiling while holding a woman who stared at him with tenderness.
Lucette glared at the photo for a while, 'Who is she?' Pondering about the woman who must be someone dear to the alpha. The photo seemed from years ago as the man looked younger.
If he is here, then where is the woman?
She didn't see anyone similar to her at the party. Her thoughts dived deeper while staring at the picture in a daze.
She snapped out of her thoughts, putting the frame from where she picked it, then continuing to look for a file as the beta described.
"I searched his room, but I found nothing," she said to the man who leaned on the hallway wall.
"Oh! Then he might have left it somewhere else and didn't remember, sorry for taking your time. I shall go," he informed.
"Wait!" she interrupted.