The Howl of Claim | COMPLETED

Orate ( M a d m a n )

I was escorted by Marco down to the dining room where supposedly my mate - Erasthai - sat.

Throughout the way there, I watched the infrastructure with wide eyes, my eyes assessing all the gorgeous interior. Whoever designed the corridors was an intelligent and a very patient man.

Everything was made with such detail that even I couldn't think of. Everywhere my eyes went, intricate designs followed the path - that was until my eyes went to Marco.

"How long till we get there?" I rudely asked when I saw him already staring at me, trying to get over the fact that I was just watching everything wide a wide mouth and he was assessing me.

Marco was watching me get drowned in the infrastructure and I did not want him to assess me like that so I asked him on the spot.

He didn't say anything instead, he stopped and motioned towards a door. I looked up at him and then shrugged.

Fine, don't answer me.

"Rude Lycan," I mutter under my breath - which he of course heard - and I heard a small rumble behind me.

Ignoring him, I just opened the door and stepped in - immediately being engulfed in my mate's smell rather than the food - and I pinched my nose.

"Why is it so smelly in here?" I didn't get a reply until I looked at his figure sitting at the head of the table.

My goal: Get a good reaction out of him.

Darius was just watching me, watching what I did next.

I am sure he was expecting me to sit beside him, to take the seat of the Luna\Queen but he was wrong. Just to annoy and show him that I was an Alpha, I sat opposite him. The other head of the table.

I heard a growl which sent shivers down my spine but he did nothing after that.

"Where is the food?" I asked in an obnoxiously loud voice - totally out of manners - while cocking my head to the side.

My mother did not teach me this, but right now, I was far from acting like a sensible person.

Darius did nothing instead, two females from a small door made in the corner walked in - they both smelled like werewolves. They were werewolves? Oh yeah, Lycans treated wolves like the dirt of their feet.

They had werewolves slaves but the good thing is, I can use my Alpha command on them.

One lady moved to place a giant food dish in front of Darius while the other was coming to place it in front of me.

Where was everyone? Was it only going to be us?

The second the female neared, I growled loudly, making her quiver in fear and I internally smirked,

"What did you do that you were trapped in the Lycan's clutches?" I asked but she only looked back at Darius and didn't say anything.

"Mannerless female, aren't you? I shall punish you then." I hoped that Darius would say anything - anything for talking about 'punishing his staff' but he didn't and I made a sour face.

I talked about 'punishment' because she didn't respond to me and also, because I just needed a reason to be angry.

I'll talk to her later in private.

"You can go," I muttered with a motion of my hand and she immediately scurried away.

All the while, I stared at Darius who ate peacefully as if his mate was not screaming just a second ago.

I groaned internally.

"Her family was born into slavery, that's why she is here. We Lycans don't find pleasure hunting wolves and waste time." His voice was so smooth and stoic that I wanted to speak like that too.

"Huh, so you wasted time hunting me."

"I wouldn't call it hunting, more like fetching someone." Biting on my anger, I shut my eyes close.

I slowly took a bite out of my food which I didn't even realize what it was until I had a taste - because I was so busy staring at Darius and killing him with my eyes.

It was as if Darius was waiting for my reaction because he raised his eyes and watched me.

The steak tasted amazing and it was quite clear with my wide eyes but I was not going to give the man watching me any response of that sort so I said what I thought right.

"Who the hell cooked this?! It's disgusting." I pushed the plate away while looking at Darius who lowered his eyes with a slight raise to his lips.

It was delicious and I was sinning if I said it was horrible.

Darius knew what I was doing and he was enjoying it.

Stupid Lycan.

I watched Darius as he resumed his dinner and I wanted to bite his head off.

I lowered my eyes at the food and immediately thought of how badly I acted with the female - I shouldn't have. Darius brings the worst in me.

I slowly stand up from my chair and Darius looks up at me. Ignoring his eyes, I walk towards the small door from where the female I had rudely spoken to before came from.

I twisted the doorknob and entered. I did not care what Darius thought of me and my actions, what I cared about right now was to mend things with that female who was also a werewolf and was merely doing her job.

I closed the door behind me and spotted the two females, one was cleaning the slabs and the other was doing the dishes.

"You." Both the females shriek in surprise and turn to look at me. "I didn't mean to be rude to you and I have no intentions of punishing you. You did nothing wrong, also - the food is delicious."

The female who I had shouted at earlier had a hand placed on her heart and was breathing violently. A sigh escaped my lips.

"Excuse my behavior." With that as my last sentence to the female, I exited the room. Considering her body behavior, she was in no position to speak - that female was surprised that I came to her.

When I re-entered the dining hall, Darius was watching me intently and I raised my brow, "What?"

He didn't say anything and only shook his head.

I walked back to my seat and sat down, pulling the food back towards me.

If he didn't want to talk to me like a normal person, why did he call me here anyways? That stupid - and multiple other stupid combined - man was making me crazy.

"What am I to you?" I suddenly asked, a lot more in my senses now. Even though I knew the answer to the question, I just asked as I sipped on whatever was in the glass.

"My erasthai and the future queen of Lycans." His reply was short and it was like he was not even bothered by my actions.

That annoyed me.

"Who am I in general?" I wanted him to say that I was an Alpha. I wanted him to understand that I, a female was an Alpha.

It was no secret that he saw me unfit for an Alpha for his own reasons and he would degrade all the chance he will get. Probably.

"My erasthai." His replies were always the same!

"Apart from that," I say again, as calmly as possible because he was making it harder to stay patient.

All the anger I had pushed down before was coming back again.

At this, Darius finally raised his eyes to glance at me. He seems to ponder while looking straight into my eyes and I held his gaze but under the table, my legs started to shake.

Even though my wolf had a lot of pride in her, she was ready to submit to him. Her mate\erasthai.

I hated this female for that.

"You are a werewolf."

"And what title do I hold?" I should've asked this question first. At this, Darius slowly lowered his fork and folded his hand in front of him.

I was not going to like this.

"None - Just like every other normal wolf in my eyes, and if you are done Interrogating, I would like to eat and you should too." And just like that, he picked the fork again and started eating again.

While my hands were in tight fists, ready to punch someone. My anger had risen and my patience and calmness were long gone.

The strings holding them had long broken the second he said 'None'.

Just like that, I grabbed the wine glass which was now empty, and smashed it on the wall. How dare he ignore my title!? How dare he compare me to a normal werewolf!

"I am going to fuck you up!" I mutter under my breath but he heard it and spoke,

"I expect nothing less." The way he said it, it was like he was taunting me and the anger inside me just blew off the bar.

I opened the door of the hall and slammed of full force causing the knob to fall off but I did not care.

I definitely did not care!

Marco stood there watching me with his head tilted tauntingly and that seemed to make my body shake in pure rage.

"Fuck you." I spat at him and made my way back to my way from the path I came from.

I knew that Lycans didn't take disrespect lightly but they were awfully patient today. Not caring whom I bumped into, I finally reached my room.

I had to escape from here. Away from him, or I would go crazy!

I walked infront of the mirror and stared at myself for a moment.

I was pathetic, truly pathetic! I wanted him to notice me - to acknowledge but I just embarrassed myself.

I was so pathetic that I wanted to cry.

Deep breaths, take deep breaths.

My mother never taught me about what to do when I found my mate or my father never cleared the fact that how I was going to prove myself to be a great Aloha when people denied it clearly.

I made a fool of myself - a very big fool.

Don't cry!

I am strong, I cannot let his words affect me.

The sadness and sorrow I had in me quickly mutated to anger as I repeated his words in my head.

I looked around the room and it felt nauseating. The same room which I felt as if an angel puked on it seemed ugly.

I started from the curtains, ripping them off with such force that the rod holding them came down with it.

I am pathetic!

The breaking and tearing sound was music to my ears.

I picked the pillows next and ripped them apart, causing all the feathers it held to flutter away and on the ground.

I am weak!

I smashed everything else after that that came in sight.

Broke Bed, pulled lights, fan, and chandelier off its hinges. Smashing mirror and other furniture, ripped clothes apart and etcetera.

A small trail of blood tipped on the carpet painting it red.

I am not pathetic, I am not weak. It's not my fault that he doesn't see it! Right?

That's when the door behind me - that I forgot to break - opened.

...

Like I mean, she was hotheaded. Normally we see guys as hotheaded maniac but in this . . . . Well you will see.

It's like a competition of who is more better at fighting and reactions. Last one to hold themselves up wins.

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