On my way back from putting away the bags the in bedrooms, I started to ponder on what happened earlier. Something is going on, and I intend to find out. The question is, am I willing to risk being punished or killed for the truth?
Yes, yes. I have to. I have no choice but to.
My mind made up, I enter the kitchen and see my mother working and ensuring that the food is perfect and to the Alpha's liking. I hate him. Looking at my mother is running up and down the kitchen just so she can please him. I mean apart from the color of our skin, can't he see that we're werewolves with feelings and dreams just like him and the rest of the white folk? Why can't we go to college like the others or travel to other packs and lands. Why can't we own huge establishments or be in high positions. Why do we have to suffer, so they get to live out their dreams and enjoy freedom?
If a white girl my age were to break a glass by mistake, they ask her "are you Okay, are you hurt, let me take care of that for You, blah blah" but if I were to do the same thing I would get struck 20 times by a whip soaked in wolfs bane.
I hate them all. I hate all of them, even the ones that claim to not have slaves. They may not have slaves, but they sure do benefit from a slave hard work and hunger. They don't say anything or even speak up against the actions of their leaders, instead they sit and watch.
Clearing my throat and wiping away the lone tear that escaped from my left eye, I get the food that was placed on the counter top and take it to the Alphas in the room next door. They seem to be talking about something important, as soon as they notice my presence they stop and look at me.
I silently place their plates in front of the Alpha and Luna before serving the Alpha King, who reaches up to touch my hand and looks up at me with a smile. Causing my heart to flutter a little. Noticing that the rest of the people in this room are staring, I look away and rush to serve the rest of the party before getting the red wine that the Alpha asked to be served with the meal.
In the same order, I pour wine. Everything was going smoothly until... until my hand slipped, and I mistakenly pour wine all over the King. Panicking, I grab the paper towels to wipe him as I apologize for the mess. "A-hmph, Azaniah it's okay, it's okay, I can just go upstairs and change my shirt. Don't worry about it. Just please show me the way to my bedroom"
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT!!!!!!
I'm in trouble now.
The Alpha is going to have my head for this. Eyes wide open, and my lower jaw hanging. Words can't describe how terrified I am of the pending torment that I will face later on.
The Alpha King stands up and clears his throat, grabbing my attention as he motions for me to lead him, "Azania, please, lead the way" Surprised by the way he addressed me calmly. He said "please" no one says "please or thank you to us slaves". Who is this man? Where is he from?
No.
No. There must be a trick that being played on me. This must be it, 'the calm before the storm'. Which would make sense, because I have made multiple mistakes and the biggest one would be the wine all over his shirt, followed by touching him numerous times. Even though most of those times he touched me, but I enjoyed being touched by him. I enjoyed it and that was the biggest sin.
I wasn't supposed to enjoy it. In fact, I was supposed to remove my hand to avoid his touch. No slave is worthy to touch or be touched by someone in a higher portion than them.
My head lowered a bit as I turned away from him leading him to his room, "of course Alpha King, right this way please." I whispered softly.
We left the dining room and ascended the stairs, turned left and went to the furthest room in the hallway. That room would be the room that the Alpha King would be sleeping in tonight.
"Uh… Uhm. This is your room. I- I hope that it is to your liking." I said looking at the floor and moving away from the door. Giving him enough room to enter. "Are you the one that prepared it for me, Azaniah? He asks in a deep, charming voice. God, I could never get tired of hearing his voice or him saying my name over and over again.
"Y-yes s-sir, I prepared it. Is that a problem, s-should I find someone else to..." silenced by his two fingers placed under my chin as he lifts my head high, prompting me to look at his gorgeous eyes. He is smiling at me. Not a full smile, but a smile nonetheless and it seems genuine. " Calm down. I am glad that you prepared this room for me, and I am sure that it is lovely. Please open the door for me and give me a tour around the room."
Why would he need a tour in a bedroom, it's not that complicated, all that there is inside is a bathroom and a closet? Choosing to keep quiet and do as he asked. "Of course"
I open the door and step in, I hear a soft 'click' sound indicating that the door has been closed. Causing me to be in a frenzy. I quickly turn around, and I see the king smiling at me, noticing my panic. He locks the door making that sound 'click' to go off again.
"Calm down dear mate, we don't want people to hear our conversation, do We? At least not yet." Mm-mate? He said that out loud. Shook at him saying out loud I shake my head no and wait for him to say something. Instead, he moves to stand very closely to me, so much so that I can feel him breathe. I can hear his heart beating wildly.
Do I make him nervous? He doesn't look nervous, is it excitement? No, perhaps fury. But... he doesn't look angry. So, back to excitement. Probably.
He takes a deep, long breath, possibly trying to take in my scent and familiarize himself with it. He takes two steps back, and I let out a breath I didn't know I kept in. Furthermore, he is staring at me. His staring causes me to feel unknown feelings, I don't know if I like them or not.
After a while, he speaks. "We can't be mates" My wolf breaks at hearing That, not expecting to be rejected. He doesn't even know me, and yet he rejects us. Why? Is it because I am a slave?
He continues to speak," we can't be mates because the timing is bad right now. I have a lot that needs to be taken care of before I accept you as my Mate. And until those things are taken care of no one can know that we are mates. So I will need you to promise me that you're going to wait for me to sort them out. Please"
Hearing him say that breaks mine and my wolf's heart. He just met us and the first thing he says to his mate is that. I agree that I didn't want him to be my Mate at first, but I'd never imagined for it to be this painful.
Still trying to process what he just said to me, I just look at him with tears in my eyes, threatening to spill out.
Finally, having found the will to speak...
"Why?" Seeing my glossy eyes he reaches out and holds my shoulders, looking like he is also in pain for having to do this. But I don't believe it. It might be an act.