CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“These idiots made a song about our demise!" I snarled, turning back to the Enforcer's quarters immediately. “How dare they kill us and still make fun of us?”
“I will kill all of them. None of them will be spared. That same song will be sung of the Blue Moon Pack as I raze your pack to the ground!” I promised, muttering under my breath as I walked faster, my hands folding and unfolding.
Luckily, I hadn’t gone far from my room, so no one noticed the wrath on my form as I made my way back. There was no way I could have pretended to enjoy the sun and the weather after the taunting song I'd just heard.
I slammed the door and rested my back on it, struggling to regain control of my spiraling mind.
These people were heartless, and they ensured their children carried on the same hatred they had for us, even after killing every member of my pack.
A booming knock came on the door, forcing me to move away. Then it opened slightly, and Daruis, who was carrying a plate of food, walked in, his scent and that of the food immediately filling the room.
“I thought I saw someone who looked like you outside?” He asked as he dropped the food on the table.
I wondered why he decided to bring it to me by himself today.
“Yeah,” I answered, scratching my hair, “I was bored, so I decided to walk around.” I answered, going to sit down.
“You're doing better now, right? Mentally, I mean,” he asked, pulling up a chair to sit next to me.
I frowned. Something was afoot.
“If you're asking me if I've become like you and decided to betray my family by giving up on my plans of revenge, that's never going to happen so you can either join me or move out of my way.”
His nostrils flared as he cracked his knuckles, trying to contain his anger before replying to me.
“I understand where you're coming from Iris, but you don't have to do this. I won't try to stop you even though it's my job but it's my wolf and you against me so my hands are tied but I want you to get familiar with the pack, give them a chance at least. Get to know them, maybe you'll change your mind.”
“You think fraternising with the people who killed my parents will make me soft? Was that what it took for you to become this… hypocritical?”
I saw how hard he squeezed his hands, I smelled the blood as it spilled out of his palm and it pleased me greatly at how close I was to making him lose his marbles.
That's what he gets for betraying his own people.
“Look, just… try,” he grunted. “There are fun things to do in the pack. You don't even have to participate, just come out during the pack dinners. You might be surprised,” he said to me, cracking a little smile.
I'm ashamed to say that the sight of him smiling warmed my heart and I was filled with the intense need to make that smile wider.
“About that,” I began, ignoring the whispers from the bond while reaching for the steaming plate filled with fries, “I was wondering if I could join the servants in the kitchen? The party is almost here, and I noticed that they are short of hands,” I added.
A plan had been forming in my head after I heard that song, got back in here and forced myself to calm down.
“It's not a party, Iris,” he muttered, suddenly averting my eyes.
“It's not? I saw all the preparations and –”
“It's not somewhere you want to be in, and they don't need your help. All that kitchen work is below you anyway,” he insisted, trying to convince me to change my mind.
“I don’t mind doing the dishes, I'm no princess.”
He abruptly got up from the chair, completely losing hold on his temper.
“No, Iris, you cannot go to the Festival. I won't be there either, you know why?” I shook my head. “Because that party is celebrating the day our Pack was massacred so you cannot be there. Stay in here and away from it!”
I watched with my mouth agape in shock as he stormed out of the room.
“Hi everyone,” I greeted as I entered the kitchen.
They all looked at me like I was in the wrong place.
Darius thought he could control me, but he didn't know that little tantrum he threw only helped to solidify my plan.
“I was asked by the enforcer to come help in the kitchen," I said, wearing a big smile.
No one answered instead, they all turned back to their chores, chatting and laughing with each other.
I stood there for a while as no one answered me, struggling to keep smiling even though I was burning with anger inside of me. I looked around, then I noticed a girl at the corner waving at me.
“You can join me,” she said when I walked over to her, my smile shining brighter than her eager ones.
“Okay, this should be fun,” I muttered beneath my breath as I took the cutting board and knife she handed to me.
I pulled some vegetables to my side and began working with it, pretending to be happy to help.
Although I'd been the one cooking for my Aunt and I since I turned twelve, I hated doing anything that would indirectly benefit these people.
But it was beneficial for my mission.
“Wow, you're really good at this. Like a true Omega,” she gushed, then realised what she'd said and gasped. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean –”
“No, it's fine. Being an omega is an honour,” I said, honest this time. “Many people overlook the wonderful work you guys do but you are the fuel that keeps the entire pack going. You're as important as the warriors and everyone else.”
I ensured I stated I wasn't one of them because I noticed every one of them paying attention to our conversation, desperate for any information they could glean from me. I wasn't an Omega, they could tell their Alpha that, so he knows he definitely messed up when he rejected me.
“You're really kind,” she replied and then gave me her hand to shake. I took it firmly. “My name is Myra.”
“And you must have heard mine already.”
“Oh, you're really a popular topic around here. Many people think….” she droned on, but I wasn’t here to make friends nor did I give a damn what they had been saying about me.
I had as terrible a plan as they once had for my pack.
“Who prepares the Alpha’s food?” I asked, cutting off her rambling as I handed over the bowl of cut vegetables.
She looked at me, then back at the ones she was working.
“You shouldn't be asking such questions here,” She hissed, her eyes filled with dread.
“Uh oh,” I chuckled dryly, “I hope I haven't poked a bear.”