The Grateful Rejection

Third person's POV

12 years later

The lady sat on the chair with her back straight and a stoic look on her face as she looked around the restaurant. Her calculative eyes taking in every small details around her. Her presence screamed power and respect. She crossed her leg and leaned back on the chair as she went through the menu. The waiter's heart pounded like drums being in presence of such raw authority, she cleared her throat making the young frightful waiter flinch inside, "Je vais avoir L'Escargot Montorgueil avec Quenelles de brochet et Créme brilée. Et quoi que suggeére le chef.” She said, her voice just as cold as her eyes. (I'll have the L'Escargot Montorgueil with Quenelles de brochet and Créme bralée. And whatever the chef suggests.)2

The waiter nodded and went inside the kitchen and repeated the order. Not even 10 minutes later everything was served before her. She took her time eating a bite of every food. She hummed in the addicting taste of brochet. The chefs all stood out of the kitchen nervously looking at the critique. She called all the chefs who had made her food.

They all stood with an impassive face but from inside they were all scared, their future layed in the hands of this woman, "J'ai vraiment aimé la nourriture, surtout le belon que vous aviez préparé. Votre entretien et votre hygiene sont également remarquables. Vous avez fait de I'excellent travail" (i really liked the food, especially belon you had prepared. Your maintenance and hygiene is also remarkable. You guys have done excellent job.) Through her voice was cold, her words seemed to have calmed the poor chefs down. She brought out a certificate and wrote the restaurant's name. The employees were over the roof with joy, it was pretty hard to impress the young critique who is also a world renounce chef but they still managed to get her to like them.1

She signed the paper, Nora Huntsons. Her grey eyes still as cold but she flashed them a small smile, " suivre le caractére unique. c'est ce qui vous rend la nourriture différente.” (keep up with the uniqueness. it's what makes you food different.) With that she gave the certificate to the manager respectfully and went out of the restaurant.3

She took a deep breath, taking in the sensual smell of Paris. Her phone began to ring, she smiled and picked it up, "Hey mommy" she said with a squeak.

"Hey baby, How is Paris treating you?" Her mother asked softly.

"It is treating me well enough, I thought I could rest today or even go shopping but the council sent me to this new werewolf restaurant. I just left." she said with a tired sigh.

She came to Paris because there was a grand wedding of the alpha King's daughter. The bride had requested that only I would make food for her and her guests. Though the fees was insanely high but it wasn't anything for the royals. But what was annoying was that the king's daughter was a big brat and she exhausted Nora to no extend.

"Aww my poor baby! Just come back home. I won't allow you to work for a week” she said the last part sternly, she loved her daughter so much. She doesn’t want to see her daughter exhaust herself to death.

"I am fine mommy. But you're right I am exhausting myself too much, I'll be home by tomorrow or day after tomorrow" she said as she made her way into a luxury perfume store. After saying good byes, Nora kept her phone in her birkin bag and went to shop for her sister and mother.

Nora's POV

It's been years since she finally felt belonged. A family of witch had taken her under them, they fed her, gave a roof over her head, loved her and assured her. She was overwhelmed with the love and affection they showed her. After living in fright for about a year I asked Aurelia, my mother to adopt me as hers. When I said that she had tears in her eyes, she just took me in her arms and cried. That day I realized the warm embrace of a mother. Me and Arora were already partners in crime, we did everything together. We are the perfect sisters. After six months of me staying with the Huntsons, Aurelia's husband, Earl who is a sorcerer came back. He was a part of the supernautral council, when he saw my past he accepted me but he was still cold towards me.1

He thought I had an ulterior motive or am trying to harm his family. After two years of cold shoulder and me being persistent, he gave in. Now I am pappa’s little princess. He adores me and I love my father just as much. Sometimes I will shift into my wolf and drag him outside to play with me and rub my belly.2

I took eight perfumes for my family. Oh wait I forgot to mention, I have five siblings. The eldest are the twins or the trouble twins as mom says, Jacob and Andrew, they are your typical rowdy and reckless duo but we all know they both are a big teddy bears. They both have their father and mother's power, making them the one of strongest in the family. Then come Stephan, the wisest one of all, he is calm but deathly, nobody dares to cross him. With his personality, he mostly repels people but he too like his brothers is a softie from inside, he takes after his grandfather who is a dark sorcerer but Stephan has his powers in control making him impossibly powerful.

After that comes my soul sister, Arora. She is lively and playful, she is the light of the family. Her smile and actions can make anyone's day. Unlike the rest, she isn't a healer or a sorceress, she can see souls. Dead or alive, she is the gateway to many realms. She can look into the future and past and even travel there if she wants to. Then comes the last one, Ariana, she is impossibly beautiful and equally sinful. She is capable of mind control and telekinesis. Through she like her father was cold towards me but soon she came around. Now we three are inseparable. The three of us share everything, sometimes even lovers.

The family accepted me as theirs soon, they made me realise what a real family means. I am glad to have such an amazing family.

I roam around Paris buying everyone everything. I can't even remember how many times I have come to Paris, travelling had become like a second nature in my job. I have visited countries after countries. And I love every bit of it.

After I was done shopping I asked my driver, who had been appointed by the werewolf council to accompany me around today, to being the bags to my hotel room. As soon as I came inside my room I rushed for a much needed bath. I FaceTime everyone and told them about my day but my oh dear Arora and Ariana weren't happy with the technology. When I had spoken to everyone I began to relax in the warm honeysuckle and lavender, sighing in relief when a familiar sizzling sound came from in front of the tub. I chuckled when my two sister came stumbling into the bathroom

"You guys are nuts” I commented as they looked at me goofily. They both began to undress and join me in the jacuzzi, Ariana flicked her wrist and the smell of the bathbombs with relaxing essential oils and salt blew in my face. I sighed in content, "I missed you guys” I said in a sleepy tone, the mixture doing wonders to my body. I could feel every muscle in my body relax.

"We missed you too. I don't like staying away from you" Ariana yawned getting comfortable in the jacuzzi. We talked for about and hour and when sleep had us deep in it's arms we decided to head for the bed. If people saw us they'd think we're weird because, Arora likes to sleep in just her pajama bottoms while Ariana like to sleep in her panties and crop top where as me, I like to sleep in men's shirt and boxers from Walmart.

The next day I took the three of them out for a shopping spree. They had almost bought the entire store if it wasn't for me telling them to wait for the next shop. We shopped for 5 hours straight and then I took them to a nice cafe near by. I asked the driver to drop the bags in our hotel room and come back when we ask him.

When we sat on the far end of the cage outside Ariana spoke with a smirk on her face, "So did you fuck any of the royals?" She asked which earned another smirk from Arora. I rolled my eyes, "I went there to work, not to fuck” I said trying to hide my burning face. They both grinned, "So you did or you didn't?" Arora mocked knowing the answer.1

"I fucked the king next in line" I said feeling embarrassed, they both hooted in laughter. My face was already red in annoyance, "Was he big?" Ariana asked in between her laughter fit. Yup that's all she cares about, I chuckled, "He was pretty big.. but..it stood up in a weird angle but hit the right place” I said remembering how his dick stood up. It grossed me out but damn it hit just the right place. That send them into another fit of laughter.4

We talked more, mocking the weird royals.