Oman POV
My in-laws are a fun, close-knit, and a peculiar bunch. I am amazed at the loyalty her sisters have for her. I never had a real family, I was born to be a weapon. My mother was a werewolf who was captured by my father, raped, so she would become pregnant, then murdered after she gave birth to me. I rebelled against the abuse and tortured one day, and slaughtered everyone who wronged me. Nikita kept giving me death glares, while the younger ones kept giving me starry eyed looks. Helene is repairing things in my home, Anaïs is making coffee for everyone, and Rebecca is taking all the females in my pack measurements for dressmaking. Nikita and Renee are helping the cook with food preparations. The parents-in-law are coming over tomorrow for breakfast after some persuasion. We will eat dinner at their vineyard, I want to make a good first impression. These people are going to be my only family, I am not sure if I have any blood relatives. I never bothered to find out, and probably never will.
I was about to do some paperwork when I heard a male scream and two female war cries. I ripped off my clothing and shifted into my form. I rushed over to see Renee and Nikita kicking a large horned demon I didn't recognize. Renee was kicking the demon between the legs, and Nikita was kicking him in the head. The other three girls came rushing behind Selina with knives, bath towels, and broken bottles of my expensive wine. The welfare of my mate is more important to me than wine. I grabbed the demon by his horns, and dragged him into my lab. Selina followed me and helped me sedate him. I shifted back into my human form, and changed into some spare clothes I had in the lab. "Find out what is going on from him!" I ordered Selina. I was upset that I was going to miss torture, but my mate was my priority.
I found my mate and her sisters in the kitchen. My kitchen looked like a tornado hit it, and my chef was injured. Renee was tending to his wounds while the other sisters cleaned the kitchen with the staff. "What happened?" I asked the women. "We were minding our businesses when the demon transmuted inside the kitchen, and hurt the chef. Nikita and Renee beat him up while we went to get weapons. Your warriors and guards are nowhere to be found," said Anaïs. I knew they were training in the back. I stormed out to the back and called my warriors and guards.
"YOU FOOLS! DID YOU KNOW THAT A DEMON JUST BROKE IN AND HURT THE CHEF? DID YOU KNOW THAT MY MATE AND HER ELDER SISTER WERE ABLE TO FIGHT HIM OFF WITHOUT PROPER TRAINING? THEIR YOUNGER SISTERS COULD HAVE BEEN HURT OR, WORSE, KILLED. MY MATE COULD HAVE BEEN HURT OR KILLED AS WELL. I DID NOT WAIT 6,000 YEARS FOR MY MATE TO BE BORN ONLY TO HAVE SOMETHING ALMOST HAPPENED TO HER BECAUSE OF YOUR INCOMPETENCE. BY THE GRACE OF GOD, SHE CAN DEFEND HERSELF. I AM TRYING TO MAKE A GOOD IMPRESSION FOR HER FAMILY, AND ALL THEY SEE IS MY WARRIORS AND GUARDS NOT BEING ABLE TO PROTECT THEM. RIGHT NOW, I CAN'T EVEN TRUST ANY OF YOU TO WALK A DOG, LET ALONE PROTECT MY PACK. YOUR PUNISHMENT IS THAT YOUR TRAINING WILL BE TWICE AS LONG AND TWICE AS HARSH," I bellowed. My warriors and guards looked angry and embarrassed.
I have never been so embarrassed and angry in my life. My pack is supposed to be efficient and at least competent. My home was just invaded, and my mate had to fight off the interloper along with her sister. While my pack is enduring their punishment, I will have to get Renee her own bodyguard.
Two Hours Later
The demon had revealed that my arch nemesis, Drake, was the one who sent him to kidnap my mate. Selina and I are keeping him in a cage for further use. That bastard is a vampire lord and former viking barbarian who resides in Britain. He is a pimp and business owner, but he is also that hard runny turd who can't be trusted around girls. When I mean can't be trusted, I mean I have heard disturbing rumors about him. I have heard that he likes to stalk, beat, and rape women. There is no proof, since his alleged victims are too scared to talk to the police out of fear of him retaliating. I had a meeting with him because rumors can be unreliable. Even after the meeting, he seemed so slimy, I had to wash my hands with bleach. The son of a thousand fathers is trying to retaliate because I wouldn't be his business partner. I despise rapists and abusers with a burning passion. Coming from me, the bearded git is a monster. I am aware of my flaws, unlike him. I have to find Renee a competent, trustworthy bodyguard. No doubt the scum-sucking, congealed monkey vomit will come after Renee again. I need a bodyguard who is a great fighter, smart, and tough.
Drake POV
The pathetic demon failed, and my $100,000 went out of the window. The fucking demon was supposed to be resilient at least, after the money I have paid him. How hard is it to kidnap one mere werewolf? She is just a woman, no more than a child. The demon gets taken down by a nurse and burlesque dancer, who are practically civilians. No one turns me down, I made him an offer. We were supposed to do 80/20, and that half-breed dismisses it. That half-breed will pay for turning me down, and dismissing me. He, and others, are abominations who should have never existed. To think that his vampire father stooped so low to breed with an illiterate village girl to create a living and breathing weapon. He is nothing more than a failed experiment.