Lycanthropy

A thousand miles to the south:

“So, Drake the snake has managed to let someone spy her.” My Beta sniped.

Ever since I called that man a snake, in a conversation with my Beta, he never ceased to use it in a sentence.

“Yes, sent out Frank and two warriors, to keep an eye out for her. And make damn sure that they only contact me, or you, and not the council!” I said to him.

He nodded and immediately went off to do his job. I turned around on my chair, looking outside the palace, towards the skyline of my city.

“Sorry, but have you texted, or called her yet?” He asked, still standing in the doorway.

I have told him yesterday, that Emerson was my mate. He was unjustified annoyingly happy with it, as I still didn’t think I needed a mate.

I picked up a pencil and threw it towards him, at which he ducked at the last split second, before he was to be impaled by it. He chuckled at my response and finally left the room.

I was still contemplating whether or not I should send her a message. Oh, fuck it, she isn’t here now, and I have to try to connect to her somehow.

“Hi there, its Alpha Daniel. I was wondering how you…”

Nope, scratch that message.

“Dear Alpha Emerson, this is your King.”

Nope, not going to work either.

“Your sexy butt reminds me of ripe oranges, ready to be peeled off…”

Fuck, I’m bad at this. That first message, started off good though, let’s try again.

“Hi there, its Alpha Daniel. I know we haven’t had the best start. Could I invite you over, for another whiskey sometime? Maybe to start our conversation anew?”

Yes, this should work. Polite, apologizing, and an open invitation. I had hit the ‘send’ button, before I had given myself the chance to remove the words again.

I read the message I had send her, over and over again, until I doubted if I had used the right words. I shoved the phone to the side, and continued my work again.

After a few hours, she still hadn’t replied, even though she had read the message, as the app had notified me of it. I had paced my room, drank some whiskey, tried to watch a movie, drank some more whiskey, but finally went to bed. I was anxiously waiting for her reply. So, to distract myself, I tried to sleep. Maybe she will reply tomorrow.

The next day, I hadn’t received any message. So, to distract me, I worked myself in a pile of documents, to keep me busy all day.

Suddenly I heard my phone beep. I checked and grunted to see that my Beta had send me a picture of a large emoji, with two thumbs up. He was sitting across from me, in my office, working through his own stack of paper as well.

“Wow, you acted really fast, upon receiving a message. Are you waiting for someone special?” He said, with a mile-wide smirk on his face.

I threw another pencil at him, at which he raised some papers, to block it. But the pencil hit the little stack of papers and impaled it, hanging stuck half way through. His eyes grew wide, upon not realizing that it could have been stuck up his nose or eyes now. He should be happy, that I don’t have any throwing knifes available within reach.

The next day was pretty much the same. My Beta pestering me with stupid remarks, and me throwing pencils towards him, while being stacked in a heap of documents.

“You know, if you keep going through all those papers so quickly, you might run out of documents to work on soon. You might for once, have nothing important to do. Besides of course…”

I threw another pencil his way, which grazed his cheek and got stuck in the backrest of his chair.

“And if you keep talking like that, I might have to order some new pencils to be brought in. Maybe I’ll let them bring some knifes in here as well!” I shouted to him.

Another day passed, without her reply, and I got more annoyed by the minute now.

“Maybe you should send her a present.” My Beta said. And this time he was actually having a good idea.

I thought for a moment, what I should give her then, until it occurred to me. I had ordered one of my Omega’s to wrap my idea up, and send it towards her. Attached with a little note to it.

Another two days went by, before I was finally released from my torture.

“Really? A bottle of whiskey?” Is what her message said.

“Don’t you like it? I mean, you’ve been drinking whiskey at the ball, so I thought you might appreciate it.” I replied.

“Going through the drain as we speak.”

“What? That was a perfectly good whiskey!”

“Yes, and an expensive one too.”

“Why are you acting like this?” I asked her out of curiosity.

“Because you are still underestimating me.”

“How is that?”

It took her a moment to reply, but after a little while, she had sent me a photo.

Fuck!

“Michael, get your fucking ass in here! NOW!” I boomed through the palace.

I don’t care that everyone could hear me yell towards my Beta. I don’t care that everyone knows, that I’m going to torture him, until he explains to me, what the hell happened. He practically ran through the door of my office, panting, until he reached my desk.

“My King.” He said, while bowing to me, baring his neck into submission.

“What’s this?” I showed him the picture.

Upon seeing it, he couldn’t contain his laughter. While tears ran over his face, he made erupting sounds with his mouth, trying to keep his emotions at bay. Failing utterly. The sounds that came out of him, were extremely annoying me, to the bone.

She had managed to disgrace me, by doing something so childish, that fury rose inside of me. This Alpha, is resourceful, smart, strong and determined, but the thing she lacks, is decency.

On the picture were three naked men, tied with their hands behind their back, and an apple in their mouth.

They were my Gamma Frank and two warriors, that we had sent to check up on her. To spy her from a distance, and report to me when something odd would happen. I guess, that they hadn’t had the chance of doing such a thing.

“Well something ‘odd’ did happen.” I heard Winston chuckle.

“Oh shut it!”

“One in a hundred-million, you said? Yes you were right, she is that special.” Winston said.

She could have killed them, it was easy for her to do, because they invaded her territory. So why didn’t she? Did she just keep them alive to pester me? Or does she want something in return for their lives?

“They will be sent back home, safe and sound. But do something like this again, and they will not live through it.” She texted me.

“You dare to threaten me?”

“Why not? Should I bow to you, and be submissive, my KING?”

Shit. She knows.

My wolf was howling, he was getting aroused by the idea of her submission towards us. I blocked him as quick as I could, as I don’t want to hear him any longer.

I wasn’t going to reply to this. Not now. My anger about this, towards my own arrogance, to think that I could easily send her a few of my warriors to spy on her, was just plain stupid. I had underestimated her, a few times now already, and each time she confronted me with it.

My Beta got some messages on his phone, while still standing in front of me. Multiple sounds quickly followed each other.

“Wow, you’re popular.” I said to him.

He looked upon his screen and smiled lightly, quickly turned down the volume of his phone, and put it back into his pocket.