Chapter 9 sliver fire
Being consumed by too much shame, I walked meticulously toward the table, my heels clicking softly on the glass marble, well-polished floor. My palm was slick with sweat and my heart was pounding heavily as their eyes followed me like a curse.
I got to the table after much difficulty and stares. With my head down, I was about to pull out the chair, but Candice got it for me, drawing it back gently, and I sat close to him, facing Kaelrix whose eyes were fixed on the so-called bloody map.
"You look beautiful," Candice said softly, and I felt my cheeks burn red. I fumbled with my fingers under the table, and to be honest, this was the first time I had ever been complimented.
In my pack, they made me feel like a monkey.
I nodded and whispered, "Thank you," responding shyly. At least Candice finally broke the awkward moment. Candice was better than I imagined; I guess he was different from his remaining devil brothers.
Then I felt it. Kaelrix. His eyes on me. Slowly, I looked up and my heart skipped. His expression was laced with disgust, as if I irritated him, as if he wanted to spit on me. It made me feel hurt, even if I refused to show it. I lowered my head in shame, my expression darkening.
Why the hell was he looking at me like that? And what did I do? Couldn’t he just exist without being miserable? Well, I needed to avoid him. He was more dangerous than anything. He was clearly not someone you should play with.
My eyes darted to Versus and I caught him winking at me.
I immediately felt my skin crawl. I wanted to punch him so hard in the face.
He should stop flirting with me. I hated him.
Trying to distract myself, my eyes moved to the expensive dishes on the table, and the aroma filtered into my nostrils.
Even though I had eaten a while ago, the aroma still made me feel hungry.
The arrangement on the table was neat. The food was placed beautifully. The food looked normal. I frowned. Were these monsters eating normal food? Only one blood-stained steak sat at the end of the table.
These people were unbelievable and weird.
I was young when my mom cooked these kinds of food. She called it something like human food. So these people were eating human food? They never failed to amaze me.
I quietly served myself some fried eggs and something that looked like a plant. To be honest, I did not even know what some of this was. I just wanted to try it for the first time.
I knew about eggs because chickens lay them, but I didn’t know we could eat them.
All my life, I had only eaten blood-soaked steak, so this was new and strange to me.
I slowly cut a small piece and shoved it into my mouth, and my eyes widened at how sweet and soft it was to chew.
I took another bite, then another, and another, until I heard Kaelrix’s cold voice.
"Organize the soldiers. We will be attacking Whiltfang Moon next tomorrow. Prepare the wild rogues," he commanded, and the soldier standing beside him bowed.
"He dares to challenge me? His entire useless pack is going to be wiped out."
Cold sweat ran down my spine. My jaw almost dropped to the floor.
The Alpha of Whiltfang was my father’s best friend, and his daughter and I talked whenever we met. I hoped nothing happened to them.
So Kaelrix wasn’t playing when he told my father he was going to wipe out his pack.
This made me even more scared. Rogues were brainless werewolf creatures. They only obeyed the command of their Alpha.
No one could control a rogue unless the Alpha was a rogue himself, and that made me wonder.
Was Kaelrix a rogue?
It couldn’t be real. If he was a rogue, he wouldn’t be sitting here.
"Lola, what do you think?" I asked Lola in my mind.
"He could be a hybrid rogue. Being a hybrid rogue means he can control himself. If he isn’t a rogue, there is no way he can control them. A rogue blood must run in his veins for him to be able to control them," Lola responded. And thinking about it, it was true. Rogue blood must run in his veins for him to control rogues.
While having a conversation with my wolf, I was slowly eating. Suddenly I heard his thick voice.
"Tonight," he started, and I raised my head, meeting his golden eyes staring directly at me.
"Tonight what is happening?" I questioned in my mind.
"Tonight we are sleeping with you, and there is nothing you can do to escape this time," he said flatly, his eyes darkening.
My soul paused. The spoon slipped from my hand and fell with a clatter on the table.
I frowned so deeply my forehead hurt. Although I did not want to cross his path, he should not cross mine, because there was no way I was allowing him to touch my body. I would prefer to be beheaded.
"I will not let you touch me. I would rather die than let any of you near me," I spat angrily.
His jaw clenched. A surge of anger rushed through his face, and he slammed his fist on the table.
"Why do you think I bought you? To be a statue or eat, drink, and sleep?" he gritted out.
"I made myself clear earlier. If you do not want me to be any of the things you listed, then kill me."
"Fine," his voice boomed through the entire hall, sharp and powerful. "Since you choose to be stubborn, I am going to punish you. You will walk on the silver fire until you plead for mercy."
Candice, who had been sitting quietly, shot to his feet, his eyes wide.
"Silver fire?" he yelled, fear flickering across his face.