Claire pushed the food around in her plate, her appetite gone. She looked over at Micheal who devoured his food like he hadn't eaten in days. He had such a large appetite. She observed.
Feeling her stare on him, Micheal looked up and met Claire's eyes.
"Don't you like the food?" He asked a look of concern on his face.
"I do. It actually quite nice." Claire gave him a small smile of reassurance.
"Then why aren't you eating? You need the food much more than I do. You are malnourished." He said eating his food while keeping his eyes on her, observing her reaction.
Claire smiled and looked up. She knew she needed to get her strength back as soon as possible but at that moment, she wasn't feeling up to it.
Perhaps it was because she was in an unfamiliar environment and it brought back memories.
She took up the spoon in her hand and scooped up a large spoonful of mashed potatoes aware of Micheal's gaze on her.
She put the food in her mouth, chewing showing. She had to admit, Micheal is such a good cook.
"Easy there. Take a little at a time. Else, you'll get the food in the wrong pathway." Micheal cautioned while handing her a glass of water from across the table.
She muttered a small 'thank you' and took the glass from him. She drank in slow sips, Micheal's eyes not leaving her.
"What's your name?" Micheal asked her in a casual tone.
"Claire."
"Hmm, that's a wonderful name. I once had a friend who had such name. She was one of the nicest people I knew. Sad she didn't last long." Micheal said with a faraway look on his face.
Claire looked at him just in time to see him heave a long sigh. At that moment, he looked like he aged decades more.
Claire felt pity for him. She knew the person he talked about must be someone of great importance to him. And no one should feel such pain and loneliness. She could understand because she sometimes had such a look.
She looked around the miniature dining room, which barely fit five people. At that moment she remembered what happened the day before and decided to ask Micheal about it.
The rogues couldn't see the house but she could. That did not make sense to her. Who exactly is Micheal? She mused silently.
"Look like you have questions. Ask away. I know you are curious about many things." Micheal laughed scooping up a mouthful of potatoes.
He continued, "I'm surprised you didn't attack me with questions the moment you awoke."
Claire was embarrassed as she tucked her head, her hair covering a part of her rosy cheeks. He had seen through her so easily.
"The rogues couldn't see this house but I could. Why?" She looked up at him. He smiled at her question. His eyes twinkled with mischief.
"That's because you are special. A very special being. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." He looked at her with a serious expression now, his smile wiped from his face.
It was Claire's turn to laugh. It came out as a small sweet sound. She found his words funny. She's special? She's been called different names all her life but nothing came close to what Michael had said.
"I'm being serious sir, Michael." She used her left hand to cover her mouth to avoid food particles from spilling.
"I'm being serious also. Take it or leave it pumpkin." Micheal smiled. Playfulness washed over his features.
Claire didn't believe him but she decided to drop it. It was a good thing the rogues couldn't see the house anyway.
She continued eating her food. Her appetite returned slowly. The conversation loosened her up a bit. Perhaps Micheal wasn't a bad person. Not like she thought so but she was just being careful.
She pushed a lone strand of hair away from her face. It was still a mess. She found nothing to make it nice so she used her hands to brush it. At least it looked better than when she newly awoke.
"Your hair's white." Micheal said. It wasn't a question. It was a statement.
Claire looked up at him, her hand on her spoon tightened. She expected him to ask. Was he going to call her a freak like everyone else and throw her out?
Fear surfaced in her heart. She thought of what to say so he wouldn't see her in the same light but she came up blank. She decided to come up with the truth.
"Umm yes. I was born this way." Claire looked up at him, expecting a look of shock and scorn but she saw a neutral expression on his face. He seemed to be thinking about something.
Micheal found it strange. He looked over at her neck and found the necklace. The necklace was meant to shield her hair color. But since she said she was born this way, does it mean the magic in the necklace no longer works?
He'll have to do something about it. Making her stay this way was risky. He wouldn't let history repeat itself.
He found Claire looking at him waiting for him to say something. He could see the fear in her eyes.
"It's beautiful. I haven't seen anyone like this. Another reason to believe you are special." He winked at her.
Claire released the breath she didn't know she had been holding. He didn't think her weird which is a good thing. She smiled a genuine smile revealing her perfect white row of teeth which sparkled like polished diamonds.
She couldn't remember the last time she smiled or even had a conversation. But everything changed the moment she met Micheal.
"Thank you."
"No thank you. I haven't had a human company in years over breakfast. It been so long. Thank you for keeping me company. I really hope you'll stay here." Micheal looked at her waiting for her reply.
How could she say no to that look? She'll be the cruelest person if she said no.
"I will. After all, I have no where to go." She laughed and placed her hand on her necklace.
She did that whenever she felt so much emotion. And at that moment, she felt joy.
Micheal stood up with his used plate in his hands. He had finished his food and headed to the kitchen.
"Don't do the dishes. I'll do them when I'm back. Your work in this house henceforth, is to get back to full strength as soon as possible." Micheal called from the kitchen.
Claire nodded her head as if he could see her. She looked down at her thigh. She had forgotten to ask Micheal about her leg.
'I'll do that some other time.' she said to herself.
Claire wandered aimlessly around the house with no destination in mind. She was bored out of her mind. She had been in the house for a week but holed up in it.She wasn't allowed to step foot outside of the house in fear if the rogues notiviny her. So she only stays on the pouch daydreaming about how her life would be.But today, she decided to try out a door. The door is situated at the back of the house. She always notices it but doesn't have the courage to take a look at it. The door always draws her in. Like it recognises its owner. Claire took a deep breath as she stood in front of the door. It's either to go in or Chicken out like she always does. With bated breath, she placed hedoorknob the door knob. She twisted it and out of shock, she realised the door wasn't locked all this while. The door made a squeaking sound as it opened with great difficulty. She looked around her, expecting to see Michael with a disapproving look on his face but there was no one. It wasn't like
'Running through the woods, Alexander was Keen to catch her this time. He shifted into his wolf but no matter how much he ran, he was unable to catch her.The funny part? She was running on two legs. She had on a red cloak which blew in the wind as she ran.He didn't know the reason he was after her but his instincts told him to get her no matter what. So he pushed through with maximum speed. He was getting closer and finally he got a hold of her, pouncing on her. He pinned her down on the dirt floor with his large paws, her back to him. He inhaled her scent which calmed his nerves and made his heart beat fast erratically. She lay unmoving on the ground like she had surrendered herself to him and not the feisty runner she was a while ago. He pushed off her, holding her still while he turned back into his human form. Standing up gently, she turned towards him as a bright light blinded him, making him unable to see her face.'"Fuck! Not again!" Alexander groaned as he opened his eyes
Sweat dripped from Claire as she spared Micheal, countering his moves. Micheal's reflexes were top notch regardless of his age.In the past three days since Claire had started to train, she has improved tremendously. She's a fast learner, Micheal thought. He wanted to extend their training to a week but he knew time wasn't on their side so he decided to make it three days.Claire was going to work for someone from the Crescent moon pack. He didn't tell her for fear of her rejection. He knew how feared people were of that pack because of the stories that came from the pack. Especially the alpha who was termed a cold, heartless and brutal alpha especially to rogues or anyone who dares to cross his paths. He stumbled backwards as Claire used her right leg hitting him on his face squarely. He had been lost in thoughts and hadn't seen that coming.Although Claire had gotten stronger by a wide margin, she still wasn't able to land a clean hit if given the opportunity. Blood rushed from
"Where did you say you're from?" Isabelle looked condescendingly at a skinny girl who looked like a ghost beside Claire.There were five of them altogether. Claire was the last person on the row.They were in Isabelle's room being interviewed by her. Apparently, she grew bored of her last maid and killed her off wanting a new maid. Every once in a while she changes maids like they were some toilet paper. "Stone pack ma'am." The poor girl quivered in her shoes as her eyes danced on her feet. She was obviously scared to death. Claire couldn't blame her because Isabelle was intimating coupled with what she has done with her past maids. No one wanted to get chosen by Isabelle because their fate would be sealed from there. But couldn't afford to piss her off either. They all begged the moon goddess not to be chosen by her. Claire wasn't really scared because she knew she'd never get chosen by Isabelle. From the gossip she heard from the servants quarters, Isabelle chose tall blonde
Alpha Alexander sat down on his chair, his beta opposite him babbling away. His mind had gone miles from where he was.He had a dream that morning. But this time, there was a slight difference. He had managed to see her face. But what frustrates him right now, he couldn't remember her face. Everything had turned blurry in his memory.He hated himself for not being able to remember bthe face of his destined. He did remey one thing though, he remembered he was awestruck by her beauty. Never had he seen someone as beautiful as she was."Dummy, you can't even remember the face of our mate. So how are we going to find her?" His wolf asked as he was disappointed with Alexander. "It isn't my fault. It's like something is blocking me from seeing her face. I just can't explain it.""That doesn't exclude the fact that you've forgotten her face." His wolf said, angry. "I hope I'll see her again tonight. I'll make sure to brand every detail of her face into my memory." Alexander said with confi
Alexander watched as her confusion flooded her eyes. He knew she didn't know who he was. He was sure she'll be terrified once she finds out who he is because of the stories that had been tied to his name."Our mate is so fine." His wolf said dreamily in his head.He looked closely at her and his dream came flooding back. He could remember his dream now. But her hair color was different from the one he saw in the dream. But right now her hair's color black. He'll have to ask her later.Claire was shocked and speechless as she gazed into the coffee-black eyes of a man who was her fated mate. She felt the mate bond string as she stared at him silently.She did not know what to make of it. She never thought her mate would come from this dreaded pack and the way Isabelle fawned over him, it was obvious he was of high rank. A Gamma or a Beta? She was yet to see the Alpha.He was a very attractive male. She observed. Tall, broad shoulders with packs she guessed from the way his stomach was h
Isabelle paced furiously in her room. She never thought all she had worked for will come tumbling down in a moment. She wanted Alexander and most especially, she wanted the throne and the power that comes with it.She looked down at herself and realized she was still in her bathrobe but that was the least of her worries.He needed to get rid of Claire and had to do it fast as silently as possible. But she had no idea how to do so with utmost secrecy.Alexander would be all over Claire she thought. He wouldn't be far away from Claire so how would she carry out whatever plan she formulates? She was getting frustrated at this point because she failed to come up with a good plan. Her hair had gone messy because she had used her hands to comb through it which was so unlike her. Isabelle carried herself with regal grace like the queen she thought she was. She was the daughter of a man who was high in status after the gamma.Because of how close she and Alexander had grown up and him not f
The sunlight filtered into the night room as Claire's eyes flickered open. She was on a soft bed that was filled with the scent of her mate. He smelled of the rain and forest and she loved everything about it. She hugged the pillow tightly as she drew in the scent of her mate. She couldn't get enough. The smell was faint which indicated he hadn't used the bed in a while. She got up and stretched her limbs. Thankfully, she was still dressed in the clothes she had put on before coming. So nobody changed her out of it. The thought of someone changing her while she was asleep made her shudder.She walked over to the window and noticed the snow had started to melt and the sun had started to bring out its head from under the clouds. It was such a beautiful time of the year she loved.She hated winter because of the cold it brought along with it. She hated being locked indoors. She'd be indoors for most of her life so any opportunity she sees, she makes use of it.She walked to the closet.