Chapter 62: Chapter 62

"Hey, I'm Miatta," I introduced myself, making an attempt to be polite.

"I know," she replied, smiling. "Everyone knows you. I'm Ryan. After your scrabble with Sigma Desdemona, the others wanted to know who you were, and now with Yvette. "You are kind of famous actually."

My group's task for the week was to work on the garden, and I was elated. I had prayed to the Moon Goddess earlier, requesting that she spare me from dish duty just yet, and she must have listened to my unusual petition. My group had fifteen members, which meant our jobs would be easier and faster.

I was disappointed a little to notice that neither Addy nor Ramona, the only two people I could recognize from a crowd, were in my group. Elena was our leader, and she was like Addy; funny and patient, so I felt better afterwards. She gave each of us tools and allocated us to different parts of the garden.

I got a blunt pair of shears, and when I complained about the inefficiency, she dropped a rock into my palms. I did not know what to do with it and I was reluctant to ask her, not wanting to be seen as a pest. I had expected her to sharpen it on my behalf, but she went off to her spot, cutting away at the delicate foliage.

I got to my spot, still confused. What was I supposed to do with a rock? Then I recalled something I had seen in my pack. When the pack's blacksmith made knives for women, he used a stone to beat them into shape, and perhaps that was what was expected of me.

Going with my guts, I laid the pair of shears down on the grass and struck them twice with the rock. It didn't do much for it, and it had the other slaves laughing at me. I was puzzled and stared at the tool as if it was a torture device. Bits of rust remained on the grass from my tentative move, but other than that, the shears remained the same.

"It's meant for sharpening, not for tormenting the poor tool," a stranger said, approaching me from nowhere. I sprang up, shocked by his sudden words, but he held up his hands to show me that he meant no harm. I stood on guard nevertheless, taking a battle pose.

His head was wrapped in an old cloth, strands of his hair peeking out at his nape. He looked ordinary, very much like me, in worn clothes, but his dark eyes caught my attention at last. He was a lycan, just like the rest of the bastards that dominated my pack.

"Who are you? "I don't remember asking for your help," I retorted, pointing the pair of scissors in his direction to keep him at bay.

"My name is Lucas...Luke," he corrected immediately. He did not look sincere, and that only heightened my suspicions of him.

"So which is it? Luke or Lucas? " I jabbed at him again, swinging the tool precariously.

"It's Luke, actually."

I'll call you Lucas, anyway. Now, do you know how to use these? " I asked, matter-of-factly. He nodded and caught it in midair where I had been tossing it skillfully. I relinquished the rock also, and bending down, he began to drag the stone across the sharp edges of the shears.

The rust fell off faster, and in no time, I could see the original silver coating of the gardening tool. I watched him closely in case he wasn't around next time to come to my aid. He finished up in no time and handed the two objects back to me.

"That's how you do it," he said, smacking his palms together to get rid of the rust. Sweat dripped from the side of his face, and I knew that sharpening the shears had taken some effort.

"Thank you, Lucas. I have to get to work now though. "See you around." I dismissed him, turning my back on him immediately. He was of no more use to me.

"Glad I could be of help. "See you around, Princess Miatta." He dropped as a form of farewell, and I turned at once to question him, but strangely, he had disappeared into thin air.

Lucas

I stood in my room, tugging off the work clothes I had borrowed from the shed hurriedly. Yvette had accepted my invitation to eat lunch with me, but when she had tarried, I had gotten bored of entertaining myself and had wandered outside to find something to do. Instead of finding Yvette, I had stumbled upon a beautiful conundrum. She was staring at a pair of scissors and a rock at intervals, and her stare was so intense that I could not help being interested.

Her friends were working while she was trying to solve a puzzle all by herself. Usually, I was not concerned with the welfare of the help, except for Yvette, of course, but I could not walk away knowing what was bothering her. She raised her delicate chin up and, seeing the obstinate princess, the stage was set. I had to speak to her, and I did.

I kicked the clothes underneath my bed, put on my robe, and sat back, awaiting Yvette’s arrival. In no time, she knocked and I smiled, mindful of what was behind the door: the beautiful Yvette.

I called out to her, and she walked in, swaying her hips sideways and slowly for my perusal. She had been brought to the pack with high hopes of marrying me but had ended up disappointed. Her wolf was grey like mine but with a pink tipped tail, quite unique.

"My Lord," she addressed me, curtsying respectfully. Forgive me for keeping you waiting. I was called upon to welcome the new arrivals, and I could not get away in time. Please forgive me. "

I pulled her towards my bed and parted my robe sensually. She gasped, her cheeks red with embarrassment. I took her fingers and placed them on my sensitive organ, feeling it jump in her hand. She laughed shortly and raised her gaze to mine, lust steaming in her eyes. I deftly peeled her maid’s dress off her, keeping my eyes on her all the time. She moaned lightly, her breath hot on my face.

You know how to apologize to me, Yvette. I don't want your words right now. " I pushed her onto the bed, utilizing my lycan strength. She nodded, always willing to comply with my needs and lying underneath me. I examined her lovely face closely, and instead of seeing Yvette, I saw the stubborn but beautiful Princess Miatta.