CHAPTER SIX

"What's the problem." His eyes scan through my nude frame.

More than ever, I feel so embarrassed. I rush to his wardrobe, my mind trying to block out the image of my butt making ripples as I dance around, for my own sanity. Settling for the tiniest of pants, I pull it out and hurriedly put it on.

"What's the problem, Natalie?" He sits up.

"It's lady Natalie to you." I correct.

He puffs his mouth and makes a hilarious sound. "Whatever."

"Elder Cain is back."

He makes an 'okay?' kinda face.

"I just said your papa is around." I spin to look at him.

"Is that why you're all scattered?"

I pull out a new dress, being that the other one is still soaked. "First, I'm not scattered. I'm just surprised at your reaction." I sigh. "I should have known you were raised so, bring ladies over and feel freaking comfy even though your old papa is watching you."

He scoffs. "I was raised better for a start. Plus, my papa gives me privacy, not like I don't respect him, I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

He stands up, his now flaccid monster dangling about his thighs. "So you know, you are the first Lady to get past the treatment room and be in my room...in my arms and on my bed." He sounds pained. "You are the first Lady I ever fucked and probably would be the only."

"Because? I guess you expected me to blush like a teen..."

"Natalie..." He stops on seeing my fingers raised for that purpose. "Natalie," He says regardless, trashing my title.

Acting as though my ego was not bruised by his subtlety, I scan around for my clothes. For the first time in my life, someone aside from my late papa is tossing me about, and oddly, I find it fascinating.

"Believe it or not, but no woman has ever crossed here." He reveals. "So, forgive me if I didn't act accordingly."

"It's enough." I yell, and right now the pain in my abdominal area resurfaces.

"Crap." I bend a little to not apply pressure and guard the area.

"Are you okay?" He comes to my aid.

"Stay away from me..." I bite down. "I'm good."

He scoffs. "You act like we didn't just have sex." He blows hot.

"And you act like you know me too well when we only had sex once..."

"Twice, actually." He corrects. "And maybe three if you stay longer."

It isn't a dare, it's simply facts. If I stay any longer or let him come closer, I would let him ride me for the third time and if I'm lucky, the fourth and fifth.

"Alright, stop." I begin to leave the room. "And stay away from me."

"Natalie..."

I turn to look at him. "For the umpteenth time, it's lady Natalie to you, do not make me repeat." I say each word with emphasis, before bursting out of his room.

A small knife on the table catches my attention. I rush to the table and grab the knife before continuing my journey. Once bitten. For all I care, there may be Alpha Arthur's zombies on the loose.

On my way out, I see Dr. Cain. I barely murmur a greeting and storm out. I don't wait for him to ask me silly questions or make me feel more stupid than I already am.

More cautious than ever, I hurried back to the pack house, silently praying to the moon goddess that I don't get attacked again. Not like I'm now less of a warrior, or a one-night stand has rendered me a vegetable, but because I'm still recuperating from all of the mess and the herbs with sedating effect.

A male servant stands in front of me, unsure whether to smile or frown. Whichever, I would still be offended in this state.

"Good day, lady Natalie. Welcome back. We've..."

I wave the servant off and head to my room, not saying a word throughout the walk. What I need right now is to soak myself in the tub and let the icy water wash away my filth and fears... Only if it indeed works like that.

"Lady Natalie, you have..."

I walk into my room and slam the door. And when I take a U-turn, I see an unfamiliar figure at the extreme, his back is to me.

Shit. I almost jolt in terror. No matter how tough I am, I'm yet to get along with unawares.

One hand goes to my waist side as I clutch around the knife's handle.

His tall frame hangs over like a tower, as he's three times my height and size. Even though his build already puts me at a disadvantage, I don't let it be a cause of worry, my martial arts is smooth enough to let that bother me.

"Hello, my lady."

I'm perplexed. He sounds oddly familiar. This isn't Hendrix, I could tell Hendrix from the crowd regardless of him being miles away.

Is he messing with my head? Why does he sound familiar? I'm very much aware that some werewolves are gifted by the moon goddess, a rare occurrence though. He may have an affinity for voices.

"There won't be no need for that." His cold voice informs without even a glance.

Was I that loud, how come he knows I'm equipped? I look at him confused and at the small knife.

"And who are you to tell me what to do... You must be delusional to think I take orders from anyone, talk less of a stranger."

Silence.

"Scratch that. Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my private chamber?"

"I'm Dante."

He turns to face me. He's quite unattractive, maybe because my expectation is too high...he is ugly anyway. Yet again, he looks familiar.

I take deep and slow breaths to be certain it's not all made up in my head.

Glaring straight at him, I give him the 'Okay?' look. "What am I supposed to do that?"

Damn. The name yet again is familiar. My stomach got sliced, not my brain. Now, I have to blame it on something or someone and Hendrix's herb is just about it.

"Alpha Arthur's son."

My jaw drops. Yeah, now I get the semblance with the voice and the face. How didn't I fix the puzzle at first? But what's he doing here?

"Okay?"

"You agreed that we become a thing, I'm only here to fulfill the wish of my lady."

"Wait...what?" I scoff. "You're clearly delusional. I never asked for a random guy to show up in my life or my room." My voice is a high pitch.

"I'm not a random guy." He sounds pained.

"To me, you're just another walk in the pack." I bruise his ego further.

"I agree. But we could walk something out."

My stomach churns. Not from the cut, but from his stupid agreement. Hendrix would never. He would possess me like he owned me... without denial, he does own me. Hendrix won't bother arguing, he would order me like I was jinxed...

Hendrix this, Hendrix that! I scream in my head, frustrated.

"Don't you have the tiniest of dignity? You just accepted to be swoon as a shitty gift."

"I don't mind being shitty, so long as it's for you, my lady." He gives a goofy grin. "You're my obsession, lady Natalie."

Now this is the height of it. I may not last another second with this nasty display.

"I would prefer that, other than some stupid my lady bullshit." I flare. "Now, get the fuck out of my room."

"I will be in my room, my lady." He begins to leave and then stops.

He bends to my level and sniffs. "Is that a male's clothes and perfume you have on?"

I adjust. The heck. Right now, I want to cut his ears for being stupid and add his nose and tongue to the list. Phew!

"You're what now? My reincarnated papa? You had the temerity to step your stupid foot in my room and you think you can also dictate to me how I dress or smell?"

I sigh.

"Guards!" I scream.

In less than a minute, about three servants show up and now stand before me.

"Who the fuck let him into my room?"

There's an incessant murmur.

"After I trash this issue, y'all are in for a messy ride."

The mental image of Hendrix's face being messed up surfaces. Messy ride? Not like the messy ride. Jeez... This herbalist is like a virus. How can I be thinking of him in critical times like this?

"A quick one, my lady." He bends to my level, again. "If it's a man's, I would hunt him down and kill him. And if you go to another, the same will be their fate. I can't share you with..."

"Fuck off." I scream as I push him towards the exit, his huge mass hits the guards and they stagger backward.

"What the hell do you think of yourself? Some demi-god? You ain't even cute for a start."

"You're lady Natalie, not some mockingbird." He snorts.

"Whatever." I wave him off. "The truth hurts, you should work on your looks and then the croaked voice, sadly, you were born so."

I slam the door in their faces, his especially.

"Call for a meeting!" I yell, hoping the guards are still there and can hear me.