Encountering the sibling

King Alexander Casper III, P.O.V.

This man has a death wish if he does not stop. I sat beside Zuwena while Memphis talked to her and made her laugh for the eighth time since I introduced him to her. I attempted to give him a threatening look, but he reddened and completely ignored me, and it took everything in me not to jump him. This dude has an uncanny ability to agitate me.

You should come to visit us sometime; I promise you'll enjoy yourself, and Eve will enjoy hosting you. How about we video call her? I'm sure she's bored out of her mind right now! , I sat there listening to their conversation, marveling at how well they were getting to know each other. If Memphis wasn't married to his soul mate, I would indeed be concerned that he would take her away from me.

Memphis dialed Elena’s number, and at the first ring, a smiling Elena answered the call. Memphis first asked how she was doing following his introducing Zuwena to her and ultimately his putting the screen in my face. After saying hello and exchanging a few words, I handed the phone back to Memphis, and Elena asked her husband to hand the phone to Zuwena as they engaged themselves in the much-needed girlie chat, something that brought out a side of Zuwena I didn't know, allowing me another chance to get to know her even better.

No, you tell Casper to bring you here; I'll hold you up for this one. Remember, you promised you would visit me before going into labor. I overhear Elena talking to Zuwena as she tries to get her to visit her soon. Zuwena assured her and kept talking to her as Memphis sat there enjoying his glass of blood, which the maid had to despise as red wine. After speaking, Zuwena handed the phone back to Memphis, who guaranteed his wife would be back home soon, and the two of them sent kisses. Others may find it amusing, but I find it very annoying.

“Miss Zuwena”, we all turned around to see a maid standing at the door, bowing when she recognized my and Memphis' presence, and saying, "The soup is ready." "It was a great pleasure to meet you," she said as she stood up from her stool and ran toward her, completely forgetting about us. She turned around and called Memphis, who simply smiled at her. "It was great meeting you," she said as she turned back around and went with the maid to the other kitchen.

When do you intend to tell her everything? Memphis questioned, and I kept my gaze fixed on the sight outside, attempting to conjure up the whole narrative in my head in which I would explain everything to her, but every scenario ended with Zuwena reacting negatively, and I am extremely frightened that this will be my reality.

You know I can sense your emotions, right? I turned my attention back to Memphis again as he asked, "Yeah, I am aware of that, and that is why you should not have to ask me all those ridiculous questions, right?" I asked, mocking him along the way. I'm not sure if she's ready to learn everything about our existence, especially with the whole mating issue and the possibility of her becoming one of the individuals who will be hunted down or killed if her existence is finally revealed. I don't think she'll be capable of handling it all; I don't want history to repeat itself; we've already suffered enough losses, and I can't afford to lose her or have her despise me for this silly crown. In one breath, I exclaimed. You won't know whether she's ready unless you tell her; you can't keep imaging things in your head and watch out for the new moon; it'll be difficult to keep your cool with her wandering around with your thirst and lust at an all-time high; you might end up harming or killing her in the process. The earlier you inform her, the better. He said while standing up, and I gave him my whole attention as he mentioned something I hadn't considered before.

As I accompanied him to the rooftop to board the helicopter, he remarked, "I have to get back to my wife; I'm sure she misses me." Also, Casper, your army generals have been stressing me out, so you should speak with them. I don't want anything to push Eve over the edge these days. As I stood there listening to him complain, he informed me. Why are they bothering you? "We all know you're on maternity leave," I responded, teasing him, and he became agitated and tried to punch me, which I dodged and laughed at.

"... Zu P.o.v...."

The entire evening exceeded my expectations. I expected to be bored out of my mind, but Casper and his brother (wow, did I say his name? hahaha, why am I giggling?) came to keep me company. We need to stop this, Zuwena; if anyone heard me, they would think I was going insane, which is completely accurate. I need to put an end to this before it gets out of hand.

"Miss Zuwena," One of the maids called out my name as I came to my senses and noticed I was not the only one present in the kitchen. Embarrassed, I assured her that I was alright as she kept looking at me weirdly, and she indicated that I had zoned out yet again and dropped my spoon on the floor. Something happened two times after I left Casper and his brother in the other kitchen. I need to pull myself together, or I will end up embarrassing myself even more in front of that handsome man.

As I examined my soup, I noticed it was extremely cold; what was I thinking zoning out about males now? I had to drink cold soup! After eating my soup and appreciating Miss Leyla for her assistance in preparing the soup, I return to my room in the hope of obtaining some much-needed rest, as I need to resume my journey tomorrow. I can't keep abusing my host's hospitality. As I was getting ready to tackle myself with a blanket, I heard a knock. I opened my door to find Mrs. Anna, who asked me to follow her because Mr. Casper wanted to speak with me. I grumbled in my head because I was about to go to bed, but I followed her anyway because I couldn't refuse.

Mrs. Anna did not take me to the familial location in the house this time, but to a darker side of the house, a part of the house I had not seen even though I had been wandering all around the house all day because I was bored and ended up getting lost. As Miss Anna told me to wait at the darker flush door with lion-head door handles until Mr. Casper called me in, which I was not prepared to do, why am I standing here in the dark, all alone, if he was not ready to let me in? Why did he call me in the first place? I asked myself as I started to count to three, determined to go even if he did not call for me to enter. I will enter and give him a piece of my mind. I don't like these types of sick games.