DAWSON'S POV
"D'you require something else from the kitchens m'lord" asked the housekeeping wench…..Ann I think was her name, though I didn't much care, not right now, not after what just happened.
"I said I'm fine"! I hollered, even though I didn't mean to, my hands slamming the table in front of me, rattling the tray laden with delicacies arrayed for my pleasure.
"Just get out" I commanded her, and watched her backpedal in extreme haste almost tripping up her legs
"And bring more wine' I added , "I'll be needing it" I muttered under my breath as the door to the dinning hall slammed shut leaving me momentarily with my thoughts.
How could she be so cold and unfeeling I thought , the memory of what she said two days ago still ringing in my head like a persistent gong.
"if you think I'll love you after you stole my life…..my choice you're wrong , you're dead wrong" she said with so much hate in her voice and it completely broke my heart,
yes admittedly pushing her into a corner by announcing her as my mate in front of everyone might not have been the widest course of action, but how could she speak such bike things knowing how much I felt for her, it was beyond cruel, she obviously wanted me to hurt and suffer under the anguish of her words, which was why I resolved to maintain a straight face even as every word pierced me like a thousand knives.
How could she not see the depths of my love and affection for her, she's my fucking mate for crying out loud– I thought, fuming, she couldn't possibly think I meant to hurt her could she? I would never harm a hair on her head and I'd promptly end the life of whoever tried.
I couldn't deny that my reasons for blindsiding her ---and everyone else for that matter— were a tad bit selfish, I wanted her all to myself, to show her I was superior, that I was Alpha fucking Dawson and I took what I wanted when I wanted it and that the sight of her with the boy stirred my passions and awoke a sense of jealousy I didn't even believe I was capable of experiencing.
Smith was the name of this boy…. this cub who sought to encroach upon MY territory, I could have easily ripped his tongue from his head of course, but that would have been compounding insult to injury, considering how much Carla genuinely cared for him, if he died at my hands she would never forgive me .
While all these thoughts ran through my mind, the door opened again letting faint light from the passageway beyond into the dimlit room, housekeeper Ann walked in carrying a large cask of what would be most certainly wine in one hand while attempting to support it with the other, a task which seemed to prove somewhat arduous for her before setting it down on the table, picking a goblet with trembling hands in order to pour some wine into it while stealing furtive gazes at what I'm sure would have been a terrible sight….me brooding.
She spilled some wine, the droplets falling like crystalline rubies upon the ancient wooden oak table staining the surface, deep red splotches marring it . She extended the goblet towards me , again with trembling hands and eyes cast downward , I stretched out an arm to receive it and gently held her fingers in my grasp,
"It's ok" I murmured, " thanks for the wine, you can go". She raised her head up at me with a smile on her face which highlighted her already numerous wrinkles, but in a good way.
"You're welcome majesty" she said smiling profusely, no longer trembling---a fact I noticed with some satisfaction, oddly enough—"if you need anything more m'lord send for me I'll have it brought up from the kitchens" she said.
"That'll be lovely Ann, I'll keep that in mind" was my response and with that she left, shutting the door behind her with a loud thud.
I took a sip of the wine ,smacked my lips and stood from the chair and which I had previously sat for the past hour and paced around the hall, cup in hand with only thoughts of Carla to keep me company.
Carla……who could've know that she'd be the one, the mate I'd been searching for all my life? I had been with countless women, all pretty with bodies to die for, some highborn , others of low estate, the rest of questionable background but they all had one thing in common; love for me.