Chapter 157 Am I a pervert?
>>Seraphina
In a final, decisive move, Azef seized the advantage, delivering a powerful blow that sent Lilac crashing to the ground with a resounding thud. The impact echoed through the abandoned building as the losing party remained on the ground.
Breathless and battered, Lilac lay at Azef's feet. Azef’s wolf bit down on Lilac’s neck hard, his canines plunging into Lilac’s body. Blood spluttered out
That scene was horrifying. It was gut wrenching
It made me feel sick as well
I felt so dizzy at that point that once my mind went in a spiral. So, tell me why? When Azef shifted back, the blood still on him and he came to me. Why didn’t I run away? Why did I keep my eyes on him as if I was mesmerized?
Tell me why, when he crouched down in front of me who was sitting on the cemented floor and presented his hand for me to take, why did my heart flutter?
Why did he look so handsome even though he just brutally beat someone up? Why were there flowers around him, of the same color as the blood on his skin?
Why did he smile at me like he loved me, “Come on,” His voice was so soothing it made me melt, “Let’s go home,” He looked so dashing, it made me melt further.
Wait-
I was actually melting!!!?? My whole body was turning into human goo!!? What the hell!!?? What is happening!??!?!
I shot my eyes open and sat up with a jolt
OH! HOLY HELL!!! OH MY GOD!
My breathing was a little ragged but once I woke up, it didn’t take me much time to tell that I was dreaming. I looked around the room in a panic, then let out a few deep breaths to calm myself down.
Oh, God,
I slapped my hands on my face, then rubbed my face with my palms. What kind of weird ass dream was that? Who the hell melts in their dream? I shook my head in disappointment. The picture is still so vivid in my mind…
Something must be wrong with my brain. I kept shaking my head. I can’t believe myself. I fainted before I saw Azef or Lilac shift back into their human forms… And what does my brain do? It imagined the whole thing itself!
And it made Azef look super hot!!
…
Azef was super hot with blood on him…
…
I blinked at myself in confusion. Have I gone crazy or something? Why would anyone look hot with blood on them? One they got because of violence? And I’m saying that was hot?
Am I a pervert??
I sat on the kitchen counter stool staring at Bezof as he made me breakfast. I couldn’t stop looking at him because something was circulating in my mind.
Beta
It just suddenly clicked in my mind when I came down from my room and saw the chef
Bezof mentioned it before.
Does he know too? He must if he refers to him as Beta. It’s a rank system among wolves, Alpha, Beta, Omega. Right? I mean, I might be wrong. But humans would never refer to someone as Beta. That just sounds weird.
I kept staring at Bezof, and I could see it was starting to unnerve him. I’m sure he knows what happened yesterday. After all, Azef did bring me back home. Not that I was awake to see, but besides him, who else could it be?
“Miss Sera,” He finally gave in and asked, “Is there something you would like to say to me?” He peeked at me and I smirked.
“Yes!” I beamed. Finally, I’m getting my chance to get things straight.
“Please, do then,” He replied, “I’ll try to answer as best as I can.” He looked away, focusing on his dish.
“Okay,” I nodded, then thought about it.
Where do I even start? Because to be honest this whole werewolf thing still seems so ridiculous! But I saw it with my own two eyes, and I saw the whole supernatural battle as well. It doesn’t sit well with me, but now that’s I’ve woken up and am thinking about it again, it’s not like I hate it.
“Bezof?” I straightened on my stool, “Are you a wolf too?”
“Yes,” He nodded, “I am,” His reply confirmed that he knew what happened yesterday.
“I see,” I nodded back, “You called Azef Beta,” I asked softly, “Do you guys use wolf terms? That’s a wolf term, right?”
“Yes,” He flipped the eggs on the pan, “Alpha, is the leader of the pack. Azef’s brother, Matthew is the Alpha. Azef is the Beta, the second in command, or you can say the right-hand man.”
He got the eggs on the plate.
“Oh~” I nodded, “And what’s a rogue?”
“Werewolves live in packs, any werewolf not part of the pack recognized by the royal family is a rogue.”
“Woah, there’s a royal family?”
“Yes,” He replied.
Wow, that’s pretty amazing. I want to ask about it, but I’ll ask about it later! I should ask about the things related to what I heard yesterday!
“So, what’s so bad about being a rogue?”
“Rogues don’t get any protection. Not from the werewolf community and neither from the human authorities.”
“Oh…” I frowned, “Like human right?” There must be a thing called werewolf rights.
“Yes,” He put the plate in front of me, “So if a rogue wolf dies or gets killed, or murdered, no one would care.”
“I see..” That’s actually sad.
“Please, eat,” He said, “I’ll answer more questions after you’ve eaten.”
“One last thing!” I stared at him as my heartbeat rose, “I really want the answer to this.”
“Sure,”
“What’s a mate?” I asked. This word was used by them quite seriously, so I just have to know. I do have a general idea of what it could be, but I still want to get a solid answer.
Bezof seemed alarmed, “Ummm,” He hesitated before answering, “It's like a special person for a wolf. Like a destined partner.”
“Oh?” My eyes went wide. I thought it would be something like a lover. But a destined partner? That sounds really romantic…
“Um, does Az-” I was going to ask if Azef had a mate, but wouldn’t that be too obvious of me? “Does every werewolf have a mate?”
“Usually, but they say rogues, or wolves that willingly became rogues or who were punished and live as rogues don’t get one. I don’t know how much truth there is to that.”
I pursed my lips softly, “Would you know,” I asked shyly, “If your friend or someone you know has a mate?”
“I wouldn’t be able to know unless they tell me.” He answered, “Only a wolf themself know about who their mate is,”
“Oh,” I nodded. So I guess there’s no point in asking him about Azef’s mate, “So-”
“Miss Sera,” Bezof stopped me, “Please eat first.”
“Oh, right,” I picked up the fork and began to eat. I’ll just ask him after I’m done
>>Azef
“You expect me to let it go when you put my son in the hospital?” The middle-aged slim man sat across from me on a single seater couch, the same type I sat on, in a dimly lit room.
“You should be glad I didn’t kill him.” I was leaning against the back of the couch.
“Kill him?” He scoffed, “You’re saying as if I should be grateful for that,” He was spiteful.
“Look Mister Lily, even rogues have codes that shouldn’t be broken.” I looked him straight in the eyes, “He tried to forcefully take what belongs to me.”
His secretary came and presented him with a box of cigars. He took one out and cut the edge with specially designed scissors, “I heard the woman owes us money.” He put the tobacco in his mouth while his secretary lit the stick with a lighter.
I snapped my fingers, “Raye,” I called a wolf of mine over, “The money,”
“Right here,” Raye stepped forward with a suitcase, he put it on the table and opened the locks. Directing it towards the other party, he opened the case.
“That’s all the money she owns you.” I answered, “So now, she owes you nothing.”
“You-” He was suspicious of me
“Hmm?” I feigned ignorance, “Before you say anything, I told Lilac, he would get all the money back. He still chose to fight me.”
“...”
“Answer me something Mister Lily,” I didn’t want to remain in this place any more than necessary. So I got straight to the point
“What?”
“Do you have any plans of catching Allen? The girl’s father?”
He smirked, “Why would I do that?”
“Right,” I closed my eyes and nodded, “There’s no need for you to do that.” After all, he has a constant supply of money being sent back to him because he has kids returning the money while the guardians are constantly borrowing. It’s an endless cycle that ends up destroying the children of the bastards who keep taking money from these people.
“I don’t care about anyone else,” I unfolded my leg and leaned forward, “But I don’t want any trouble from your side coming my way or in the way of what’s mine.” My voice was calm, but my tone was not, “I don’t like to share what’s mine.”
“That girl isn’t your mate, is she?” He asked me the question as if it mattered.
“And why does that matter to you?” I look at him, “It shouldn’t matter what she is to me. The point is, she was given to me. So she belongs to me.”
He eyed me suspiciously, “So you’ve claimed the girl?”