Chapter 17: Chapter 17

Greyson swings a sword in the air as he walks into the armoury. He sights me immediately I step in.

I look around the place, my fingers trailing some weapons as I walk towards him.

He drops the sword and looks up at me, “How did you find me?”

“Paul led me here,” I mutter, my eyes jumping through various weapons.

I pull a blade out of it’s supporting item and look at what I hold in my hands in awe.

If there was moonlight or sunlight reflecting on it, it would have been shining like a baby’s behind.

Before I know it, Greyson rushes forward and takes it from my hands.

“Hey, what was that for?”

A ping of disappointment goes through me as he places it back in its support.

“I prefer my head to be safely placed on my neck and no where else.”

“Stop exaggerating,” I roll my eyes, “No one is going to cut off your head, except me. That’s if you get on my bad side, which is already happening and will stop if only you give me back that blade.”

Just as I am about to touch it, he slaps my hand away and I yelp.

“Like I said, I like my head being safely on my neck.”

“I doubt that,” I turn to him, “Why are you in here anyway?”

“Unlike you, I haven’t been caught yet and I would like to keep it that way. I don’t know what he will do if he finds me,” His eyes moves to my neck immediately, “You’ve been marked. How is that possible?”

I roll my eyes again and sit on the empty seat I see, “I feel like since I came here you have been trying to help me and I have been answering a lot of questions. It is almost like I am in a survey.”

He shrugs at me, his eyes still on the fresh bite mark, “That’s life for ya. Everyone’s always asking questions that someone must answer.”

“So it is a must now,” I cover the fresh bite mark with my palm, “Would you quit staring at me like that!”

“I am not staring at you,” He argues in defence.

“No, you’re looking at my mark.”

He raises his hands in surrender, “I just wanna know how he marked you, because I clearly saw him marking her, not you. Isn’t your bond supposed to be gone by now?”

“You said someone must answer our questions. Well, I haven’t gotten my answer so you can’t get yours.”

He places his back on the decorated wall and stares down at me, “You’ll get it soon and when you do, please come running back to me.”

“You made it sound like a command, a request and a plea all at once,” I shake my head at the male in front of me, “Sometimes you confuse me.”

“I confuse everyone,” He replies, “I did that a lot when I was growing up.”

I frown at him as I tilt my head, “You never really told me about your past. How you got here?”

He smiles, pushing himself off the wall and begins to walk to the door, “I will tell you when you tell me how you got marked.”

I jump to my feet and follow after him as he opens the door and walks out of the room.

The first thing I do is to look around for maids or any person but that’s when I remember that they are all gone, the queen- Grace sent them away because of the mark on my neck.

Making sure the kingdom doesn’t know about it is her top priority.

Sebastian didn’t think about that when he did whatever he did to me.

It’s crazy how I want to murder that male and still kiss him senselessly.

The reminder of our first kiss starts to linger on my lips and as I touch them, I begin to feel like a hormonal teenage she-wolf again.

That wasn’t as easy as I thought.

“Like I said, I don’t know. He marked her and then I was marked too. It literally just appeared on my neck and it hurt, still does.”

He turns round a corner and I follow, still on his trail, “For a male you walk fast.”

“For a female, you are slow,” He says as he halts his steps before turning to me with a sigh, “What do you want, Minerva?”

“Tell me how you got here. You already know so much about me, why can’t you tell me about yourself in turn.”

He rolls his eyes and starts walking again, “So this is a turn by turn thing to you?”

I huff and walk behind him, “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

He pushes a door open and walks in, I walk in too, “I don’t know what you mean and I don’t care.”

Looking at the furnitures and decor, I frown, “Are we in a room?”

He grabs a glass on the table and pours some wine into it, the sound echoes in the room.

“This is my room. You would have known that if you where more vigilant, Minerva. I walked in here and you didn’t bother to bat your pretty eyelashes at your surroundings.”

I blink.

Is that a compliment or an insult.

He turns to me and holds up a glass, while I take it gingerly.

“Sit.”

“What? Why?”

He nods at me, “Good, asking questions is the key to everything. Keep doing that.”

Okay, I am confused here.

His finger is still pointing to the bed as he says one more time, “Sit.”

I narrow my eyes at him. I don’t know what game he is playing but I am not interested.

“Why should I?”

“The test is over, Minerva, but I am not done preparing you.”

“Okay, what are you blabbering about?”

He motions to the bed, “Sit, then we can talk. Like seriously, take a seat. My hand is hurting me now.”

As I slowly place my butt on the bed, he dramatically holds his finger to his chest and I shake my head at him.

“Could you be a little serious for once. Your blabbering is giving me headaches,” I pat the space beside me, “Now it’s your turn to sit.”

He doesn’t respond but lets out a huff as he all but jumps on the bed.

“Now tell me.”

He frowns, “Tell you what?”

“I actually endured your mindless talking for a while, it’s your turn to grace me with your history. You know, like a history lesson.”

I push myself up the bed, to the headboard and look around for a wall clock.

“Come on. Get on it, I got no time to waste.”

I glare at him as certain words spring out of his lips, “I am only preparing you.”

“I didn’t ask about your weird statements. I am only talking about your past, how you got here, does that ring a bell?”

He chuckles and winks at me, “I am only pulling your legs.”

I grimace,”Please don’t ever say that again. It’s really weird.”

“I agree,” He nods and I place my chin in my hands, waiting for him to say something.

He sighs and pushes himself to the headboard too, he places his hands in front of him, between his legs.

“My village was burnt when I was young, before I even got my wolf. I lost my parents that day, my people, everyone.”

“You were the only one who survived?”

He shakes his head, “No, a few others did. We divided when we grew older and then I came here. Someone followed me too but I haven’t seen her since I got locked up in prison.”

I try to understand what he is saying.

“How did you get in there?”

He shrugs and I watch his body relax slowly, “This place is where the royal family lives and I figured their pack would be successful enough for me, for us. I planned to get enough money and then go looking for the others. I wanted to build a home for them here.”

“Planned? Wanted? Why are you saying things in past tense.”

“Why are you asking three questions in a row,” He laughs but it lacks humour, “The moon wants what it wants. Faith and destiny rules this world, Minerva. Remember that.”

His eyes turns to me and I see the sorrow in them. It makes me halt my questions, well-aware that he hasn’t told me how he got into the castle’s prison but I am not going to force him to tell me anything. I have already done enough damage by bringing this up.

I stand on my feet swiftly and turn to him, “The moon would want you to meet them again. I am sure of it.”

He smiles at me but it doesn’t reach his yes, “I hope so.”

Not knowing what to do again, I start to squirm under his gaze, “I gotta go.”

I feel his eyes follow me as I rush out of his room.

The tick sorrow in the room doesn’t follow me out an I and myself exhaling randomly- if possible.

Guiltiness fills the void where the sorrow was ad I grunt.

I guess I could have tried to cheer him up than to leave.

The sudden feeling of being watched creeps into me and I raise my eyes to see green- blue, no both green and blue in the mix of grey eyes staring back at me.

Tracing the oval face, it takes a moment before I know that it’s Grace- the queen, the new queen.

That very word makes my wolf anger spike.

She has been silent ever since the silver went off my system, but through the little emotions she gives off daily, I know that she doesn’t approve us having a double bond.

We are bonded to both Grace and Sebastian, and she doesn’t like anyone sharing our man.

I mean her man.

She growls lowly in my head.

It is directed…at me?

She doesn’t like the idea of anyone sharing our man with us.

Grace’s creepy eyes follows me as I bend my head forward, “My queen.”

How did I not notice this before…

Greyson is right, I need to be observant, or I am going to walk into a lion’s den one day.

Her eyes widen and it doesn’t look creepy anymore. It looks adorable but still a little creepy, in a way.

“Please don’t bow. I actually had enough of that for the day.”

My lips turns into a straight line as I nod, standing up straight.

“Do you need anything?”

“Yes, I came to find you. I know that you have been staying at Gwen’s room for a while and it seems improper, so I am here to give you your own room, well, show you to your room.”

I find myself freezing in place.

I know that it might look awkward but I have never seen a person’s eyes having many colours in one.

It is almost inhumanly.

My gaze is broken when she blinks.

“Are you alright, Minerva?”

I nod immediately.

I can barely form a sentence right now. My brain is just coming down from its freezing point.

I can tell she is weirded out by me because her eyes flicks around, to anywhere but me.

It takes sometime for me to remember what she said.

“You mean my room, right? Would it be great if I stay at Gwen’s.”

She shakes her head with a sorry smile, “Her parents already thinks that it is weird. I am sorry but they are caking a billion other thoughts in their heads.”

My lips pulls apart, revealing my teeth as I grimace.

“If it’s that bad then I’d like my room right now,” My mind starts running wild, “Please don’t tell me it’s the room in the cell.”

She rolls her eyes, “Psst! It can’t be-”

She widens her eyes and covers her mouth quickly, “I am so sorry. That came out wrong.”

As she clears her throat and moves her hand away, I frown, “What came out wrong?”

She visibly straightens up in every way I think is possible.

“As a queen I don’t need to ask like a child any more. I am an adult and I must behave like one.”

Okay?

If this is how a queen should behave then I am lucky I am not in her shoes.

I love being me.

I am starting to love not being on her side of the coin.

“I actually made it closer to Sebastian’s and I room just in case,” She starts moving and I follow behind her.

Seriously?

“Just in case what?”

Her back is to me as she walks.

“The werewolf world has never heard or recorded something about a double mark,” She briefly glances at me, “That’s what I call our situation.”

She walks to a door, and pushes it open.

With a deep breath, I walk in, staring at the room.

If this is where I will stay then it means that Sebastian will be just a wall away.

The strange patterns on the wall irks me but apart from that, the room is perfectly fine. It has a colourful tune to it.

“Please tell me that I have my own bathroom. I don’t have to share with someone else.”

Like you and Sebastian.

She points to a door as she walks to the bed full of clothes.

I open the door swiftly and close it after a glance.

Thank the goddess. I would like it to stay this way.

I watch her raise a dress in the air as she examines it before she turns to stare at me.

“Tell me that face you have on right now means you like it.”

“To occasional for me.”

Her face is etched in surprise as she waves the dress in the air.

“It is black. It will stop just below your knee and it is definitely your size.”

I frown as I take it from her hands and pull it to my chest as I look down at it.

“I would look like a devil… or maybe an assassin.”

“Assassins don’t wear dresses. I am sure of it.”

She grabs the dress from my grip and takes me to a full mirror.

Oh, I got one of those too.

She holds the shoulders of the dress and holds it to my chest as she examines how it will look on me.

“So you want only a change in colour?”

I look back at the pile of clothes before I stare at her in sheer confusion, “A change of clothes entirely or I can just stick to wearing Gwen’s clothes. She has a fashionable taste.”

“That isn’t necessary. We have your measurements. All you have to do is to choose a dress.”

“My measurements? How did you get those?”

She pulls the dress away and it drops to the bed with a small sound.

“Sebastian has a weird way of getting things.”

“If you put it that way then I don’t want to hear about it.”

She walks to the pile of clothes and starts digging into it. I watch her do so as I sit on the bed.

“How are you feeling?”

Her eyes moves to my face as her hands freeze, “What?”

“The love of your life has a mate. He marked me, the same time he marked you. How do you feel about that?”

She inhales and lets go out the cloth in her hands.

“I don’t know what I feel. Maybe it is betrayal, anger. Is it odd that I want him only to myself?”

“No, the mate bond is like that. Believe me, I don’t want anything to do with him but I find myself being envious of you.”

“Me too. It’s not like I don’t want to be with him, I am just envious of you too,” Her eyes widens as she tries to justify herself.

She cracks a smile and lets out fits of giggles.

“The way Sebastian described you made me scared of coming close to you but I guess you have proven me wrong.”

I smile, “You’ve proven me wrong too.”