Chapter 12: TRUE LOVE ALON?

“Send someone to Ban Vance Hotel to book the largest room for a couple of months,” Ethan sent a servant out of his room after her had just forced him to watch as he had sex with Gwen, the young she-wolf he had taken interest in days ago.

He liked the way she satisfied him and upon hearing that a particular servant was in love with her, he called him over and forced him to watch as he played with her, threatening him to dare not take his eyes away for even a second. The servant watched helplessly as Ethan violently thrust in and out of his love, destroying all hopes of being with her.

After giving his orders, the servant nodded and was about to leave.

“She is mine now, I hope you understand,” Ethan said still caressing Gwen in his arms.

The servant bowed respectfully, “I dare not look at the king’s maiden,” he said.

Ethan laughed. “Come here,” he said.

The servant rushed forward and his hand was seized by Ethan who gently kissed it, “Don’t worry, next time, you can take part a little how is that?”

The servant was speechless. He looked at Gwen who was passed out on the bed from the pressure Ethan put on her.

“You don’t want to miss such an opportunity do you?”

Ethan’s voice was soft and seductive, but the servant shook his head, this made Ethan frown.

“Why?” he asked.

The servant shook before answering, “I can’t do this to her, forgive me, but my love for her is not like that. I won’t want my love to be just about pleasure, but about sharing joy, pain and everything both physically and emotionally together,” he said.

Ethan was taken aback by this, then he threw his head back in laughter. He walked out of the bed and stood in front of the servant who averted his gaze because he was still naked.

“Look at you, lecturing me about love?” Ethan mocked. Then he placed a hand on his cheeks, caressing it slowly, “there is no love dear, only pleasure. The sooner you understand the better.”

The servant shook his head, “forgive me my Lord, but I can’t just betray the one I love to fulfil my desires.”

Ethan rose a brow, he couldn’t stop laughing, “you are brave indeed, taking to me like that. But you are young and know nothing. Love is for the weak. Perhaps, I should teach you so much you have yet to know,” saying this, Ethan moved closer to him. Scared the servant bowed his head.

“I am young indeed, but I know what I want,” he said shaking in fear.

Ethan smiled. “Don’t worry, when I show you what pleasure tastes like, you will want more so much that you will beg me not to stop fucking you,” he grabbed the servant’s belt but he struggled and pulled himself away.

Seeing his reaction, Ethan hit him and sent him flying, “Zathkanan Palace harbors no weak wolf. You are a disgrace.”

He was infuriated by this show of true love he wanted nothing more but to humiliate this stupid servant before him.

“What is your name?” he asked, his voice now filled with anger. The servant was so scared that he started to shiver, he knew that death was calling for him next.

“A...A…lon…Alon, my Lord,” he stammered.

Ethan scoffed, “Useless trash, tomorrow night, I want you to put on a good show for me with Gwen. If you refuse this, then I will make you watch as I torture and kill her. How about that?”

Alon’s face paled. He knew there was no way of escaping, he could run away, but no matter how far he did, Zathkanan Palace wolves were know for their well trained sense of smell and were great trackers, he would be found anyway and would have to await a more terrible faith. If he should kill himself, then his love Gwen would be left no mercy. Though he never received his affection back, he still loved Gwen deeply. This caused to him so much pain in the heart, especially when he heard that Gwen was now the king’s new Lady. Even the wolves addressed her as Lady Gwen. Although he heard people say she only got the title because of the king’s love for the way she treated him every night unlike Lady Jane who was skilled and powerful. She didn’t have to depend on bedding the king every night to become powerful. Alon had stopped his fellow servants every time they talked behind Gwen’s back. It made him very angry. So angry that he had gotten into a few fights which led to the news about his love for Lady Gwen reaching the Alpha’s ears himself. This interested Ethan and he decided to slap that stupid feeling of true love out of Alon.

Ethan couldn’t get why one doesn’t get the love he gives back and is determined to hold on to such feelings.

Pathetic!

Alon had no other choice but to accept such fate. Ethan laughed at his pathetic face.

“Show me what you are made of tomorrow night, then you might even be privileged to have fun with me if I am moved to arousal,”

Ethan was used to taking dirty, but was also a straightforward person and a doer of his words. Alon shuddered, he was a man after all and Ethan cared less about who he sleeps with. Although he rarely slept with men, so rare. This troubled Alon so much, but what could he do. He didn’t want to do such to Gwen, but also if he doesn’t she would die a terrible death and he didn’t want that. So he agreed.

“Now pass my message about the Ban Vance Hotel to Alrond, if he asks why, tell him I will be having a guest in probably a couple of weeks.”

Alon immediately bowed and ran out the room, tears streaking down his cheek. This left Ethan really amused.

“Such a pretty man, but sadly a fool,” he muttered to himself, “when he has a taste of his Gwen, he won’t resist.”

After saying this, he went back to bed. Lying down, he stared at the ceiling for a while. He had told Alrond all about the Amara incident and Alrond didn’t like the sound of it. In fact, he too was confused. Alrond said he knew nothing of an old flame of Ethan. Maybe it was someone fooling around, but Alrond found nothing of the man in the shadows. This deeply worried Ethan. The man could be back to have him killed or even that mortal woman. He needed to act fast.

He shook of the feeling, after he finds this man toying with him he would surely torture him to death. No one had slipped past any Zathkanan Palace’s wolves before. Even the other three packs would never dare to play with Ethan’s territory. He was sure about this because for the past hundred years, he had fought with other packs and they lost so miserably that they could dare to show their face ever again. The witches hate meddling in the affairs of the wolves so they stuck to the mortal world, brewing potions, casting spells and guarding powerful ancient artifacts just like the five gems of Arcata. One gem was the one he had sent Lady Jane to retrieve, but was replaced with the one no one ever wanted to touch and was lost for centuries, the one that cause so much damage. It surely wasn’t the witches nor was it the wolves, but Silverwood was a vast fantasy land.

Could it be the other immortals.