"Hi, I'm Jericho," he said. His smile was broad, and nice. Olive was forced to smile in return.
"Hi, Jeri," she said blankly and he chuckled at the nickname.
"Remember me?"
"You… you were part of those who mocked me," she responded. He bit his lower lip, looked down and began to scratch the back of his head.
"I… well—" he looked up at her.
"I apologize for that. But, you already had your revenge. You beat me, broke my nose, slashed my face and knocked me out. Bravo," be said with a genuine smile.
"Why do you… seem proud of me when you should be angry that I did that?"
"You proved us wrong. You're not 'fragile, weak and unworthy of him'."
Olive stared hard, trying to descern what he was up to. But, she couldn't find anything amiss. He seemed… real.
"Thanks, I guess," she managed to say.
Jericho smiled again and that was when Olive noticed he had dimples. He was simply a cute guy. With blonde hair which was in a fancy haircut, two white earrings and bright blue eyes. Not to talk about those dimples.
"Do I look cute?" he asked.
"What?"
"People often say I'm very cute. Makes me feel more like a child than a man."
Olive smiled.
"I don't think you're cute," she stated and he chuckled.
"Your mate said you should wait at the table. He's going to have lunch with you here," Jericho pointed at the dinning table by the pool. Olive sighed. She didn't see those there.
"Thank you," she appreciated him.
"See you later," he said and turned to leave the room. Olive smiled at him.
'I like that one,' she thought to herself. Her wolf practically rolled her eyes at her.
'I like Wayne Knight better,' she said.
Olive walked to the sparkling blue pool at the top right corner of the large room and bent beside it. She dipped her hand in it and formed ripples.
She loved water a lot. She looked around the princely room and decided to take in every detail. She loved the king-sized bed with black and white bedding. The sesame bar was filled up with drinks that she wanted to have a taste of. There was a french window that overlooked the terrace.
Beside that was the mirror door to the closet, and that of the bathroom too. Few metres from there was the black leather sofas in a curve shape, with a glass table in front. Next was just the large space, enough to ride a bicycle. The floor was almost as clear as crystal if not for the tiny dots of black in the tiles. The bed was at the bottom left corner after the wide space, and the pool was at the top right corner.
"Luxury," Olive whispered. Would she ever get used to it? And… what was Alpha Knight's plans? Was he going to keep her? Maybe marry her?
"No," she shook her head at the top. That was very unlikely.
The room door opened and three kitchen maids entered with large trays in their hands. They bowed to her before setting the table. They were pouring drinks when she got a fresh doze of rain on a dusty ground smell and she stood upright immediately. Alpha Wayne Knight was back in the room. Their eyes met, and just like before, they couldn't look away. He was so attractive and alluring. She instantly fell in love with those thick eyebrows.
Wayne was surprised to see her wearing the 'ridiculous' hoodie his younger sister had gifted him. He h@ťěd teddy bears, bright colors and hoodies as a whole. But, the hoodie didn't look so ridiculous on her anymore. She was stunning in it. segzy was an understatement. It was a little way over her knees and he wanted to see her run around that way. Almost unclad and barefoot on his floor.
He peeled his eyes off and looked at the table. The maids had finished pouring the drinks. They bowed to him simultaneously and trailed away in a line. Wayne gestured to the table with his head and Olive looked towards that direction. He walked to the bathroom door and entered. Olive gulped down.
"This is hard," she said to herself. She sat down on one of the dining chairs and stared at the lavish dishes set on the table. She wanted to dig in already, but decided to wait for her mate.
He got out two minutes later wearing a tight shirt and his hair in a very short ponytail. He had taken off his black leather jacket and washed his face. Olive looked at how his muscles rippled underneath his shirt as he walked and moved his arms. He soon reached her and sat down opposite her. He began to eat immediately.
"I didn't know the Big Bad Alpha eats food like we do," she taunted him. He gave a wicked chuckle and stared at her with his overly dark eyes.
"Eat," he commanded and looked down at his plate. He was a very slow eater. But he looked menacing while doing so. Like he was crushing the food as a punishment to it. Olive kept staring with her mouth open. He glanced at her, cut a small amount of steak and put it in her open mouth. She blinked repeatedly and closed her mouth.
"Mate… eat," Wayne dragged. She began to chew on the steak and looked down at her plate which was still empty because she hadn't chosen her choice dish. Before she could move her hand to place something on her dish, her plate was taken and was replaced by a plate of already sliced steak.
She looked up at Wayne who had relaxed back on his chair and staring at her, with his index finger tapping his lips gently. It was like he was studying her.
"Eat, mate. You have a lot of explaining to do on how you attempted the murder of your moon-given mate. Also, you need energy for your punishment."
Her eyes widened.
"Pun.. punishment?"
"It's not in my nature to show mercy. Not even when it comes to my mate," he said with gritted teeth and cold, dark eyes. The temperature of the room had fallen and goosebumps were visible on Olive's skin.
✧ Chapter 12✧
"You're scary," Olive muttered and bit her lower lip. Wayne's heart stopped beating as he stared at her lips. She pouted them and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Wh@ťěver you do, let me live. Please," she pleaded.
"You would. Don't worry," he replied dryly. She nodded nervously and looked down at her plate. She needed to eat. She was starving. So, she ate as much as she could. It was a silent meal, with her not even looking up at him once. That however, gave him enough opportunity to stare at her face. He just couldn't help it. She was calling unto him and he wanted to answer that call. He wanted to hug her tight and just rest in her arms. But she was too scared of him, and he wasn't even helping matters. He was trying to show he was cold towards her. That he didn't really care. But he didn't know how much he could last with that façade.
He finished his meal and got on his feet after gulping down from his wine glass.
"Stay here. Don't try going out. If you're caught, you might have a taste of Balendin unique skin whips. They're very special," he said and smirked then walked out. Olive watched him as he walked away from her, and wondered why he was comfortable with his mate getting whipped. Or did she not hear that males h@ťě it when their females get hurt, or vice versa. She was scared, but she had to play it cool.
"The one Cynthia used on me, was it from Balendin?" she asked and looked up at him with rage filled eyes. He looked back at her but didn't answer immediately. He remembered how angry he was when he saw her battered skin. How he wanted to do the same to Cynthia.
"Answer me, Alpha Knight," she demanded. He could see her eyes being lined with red veins. She was also tearing up with anger and pain.
"Yes. It was from Balendin," he answered. She gave a sad chuckle and nodded. She had lost all appetite after remembering the pain she went through. The anger she held against Cynthia was severe. She dropped her cutlery from her hands and got up to go.
"And where is she going?" he asked but she totally ignored him and walked away from the table. She could feel his eyes boring into the back of her head as she walked, and the temperature of the room was decreasing by each step she took that she suddenly felt like she was walking barefoot on ice. She however didn't stop walking towards the bathroom where she intended to lock herself up and let her anger surge through her. The Vrek Cult, Cynthia, The BBA, she would ki|| them all!
But—whoosh!
The Big Bad Alpha had sped in one second, from the dining chair which was about seven metres away and grabbed her hand. He spinned her and grabbed her neck tightly making her wince. His eyes had darkened and his hair was flying around like they wanted to scamper away. Olive was struck with horror and she shut her eyes.
"Please," she pleaded as she held his hand which was pinned on her neck. She was helpless, not because she didn't know how to beat him out from strangling her. But because he had a dark power that weakened her, and any other person who was in that position. There was a reason he was referred to as Bad, right?
"Alpha… please… let me…go," she pleaded more as her breath was slowly leaving her. But it wasn't working. Wayne was angry. But why?
"Never—walk—out—on—me—ever!!" he growled and threw her to the bed with so much force that she bounced against it and hit her head against the headboard. She stayed still, unconscious and bleeding from her right eyebrow. It took complete sixty seconds for Wayne to understand what actually happened. He had lost control again, but this time on the wrong person. His breath got blocked in his tubes and he took a step back as the scent of fresh blood wafted through the air. He blinked his eyes repeatedly.
"Mate," he heard his wolf whisper. Immediately, he sped to her and picked her up. He placed her on his thighs and watched the blood flowing down and staining the hoodie. He felt his heart twitch. Once again, she was bleeding. Once again, she was unconscious in his arms. And once again, she had been extremely scared of him.
He closed his eyes and h@ťěd himself for hurting his mate. So, he laid her gently on the bed and brought over his first aid kit. He cleaned the cut over her eyebrow and disinfected it. It would be healed in less than an hour so he didn't bother to put a bandaid. After he finished, he bent over by the bedside and stared at her face. He could feel that that face was a depressed one. He knew she had gone through a lot. He knew what The Vrek Cult was like and he didn't like that Olive grew up with them. Wayne gently arranged all the stray strands of hair from her face and let her be.
He grabbed his jacket and walked out of the door. He had to clear his head. After stepping out of his elevator, four men with black suits and dark shades immediately ran to him and walked beside him. He didn't even act like they were there. He just walked ahead and out of the pack castle. He beeped his car which was parked in front of the building and the doors opened. One of the men sat at the driver's seat and another at the passenger seat, while the rest entered another car behind. Wayne himself had sat at the back and was resting his head back with his eyes shut. He was worried, but didn't know why.
"Valor House," he ordered in a sleepy kind of voice and the car started. Throughout the drive, he didn't open his eyes once. He didn't want to because all he could see was Olive. He suddenly felt like going back to her and watch her sleep instead of running off to Valor House. But, he had to get away from her and get his head straight.