Chapter 9
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I'm I jealous? I'm not sure...but I know I'm irritated. It was said to be just us, ment to be just us. But it's not. There are cracks on the walls of our house. Canca–worms and caterpillars slither their way in, through those cracks you created. 'I hate this.' Athiss thought to himself. He could feel the eyes of these people, subtilty taking glances at him, with different colorful expressions on their face or zero facial expressions. Some looked at him with curiosity and others disgust. He could just imagine what was running through their pompous and arrogant narrow minded minds. 'A s*x slave, ended up being the mate of their Alpha Kings. What a shame.' "What do you want to eat?" When Athiss heard the question, he remembered that Lieon had asked him this exact question the first time they had, had breakfast together. The same question, asked in the same manner with the exact words used previously. "Anything you want me to eat, Master." Athiss replied, just the same way he had replied before. As Athiss sat with people of high profile, of the Werewolf society he felt the opposite of comfortable. He was uncomfortable, he was nervous and he was definitely far from his bobble of comfort. It may sound strange but he was more comfortable in the presence of his formal Master and his friends. His formal Master and his friends were people that held faces that he was familiar with. They were people that he had seen for more than a year, not these people. This people were unfamiliar, unpredictable and dangerous strangers. Well everyone was dangerous to Athiss, but some of them were strangers, some were familiar faces but unpredictable and while some were familiar to him in both faces and dangerousness. But at the end of the day they were all still snakes with poisonous venoms, that Athiss had to and needed to avoid. He couldn't afford to get bitten by anyone of them. They where the physical representation of society. If you asked Athiss to defined society with his lack of basi and fundamental education but with the knowledge that he had gathered from the day he started to comprehend things, he would say: Society is the death of freedom and mother of s*****y. Society is a system created by control freaks, who want to control the actions and thoughts of the people around them. He detested the "creme Dela creme" of society. Well basically he hated everything about society. Society was one of the reasons why Athiss was a slave. Condemned to spend the rest of his mortal life in chains. The grand breakfast that was thrown in Athiss name, was a very interesting event for most of the people that attended it. But for some, it was boring for example, Athiss. Athiss was not enthusiastic about these activity, to his it was a slave in the mist of Masters. If you asked me, to describe how Athiss felt in one word, I'll say uncomfortable. I have watched Athiss for a long time and I would say, that Athiss was not the typical example of a protagonist. For one, Athiss remained me of an old woman that could nag a person to their grave. Athiss was a complain commissioner. But opening his mouth to complain about his discomfort was something he had learnt he should never do, the hard way. Well that still didn't stop him from mentally raining down curse words on people and things that pisses him off and complaining about every little discomfort he feels. Athiss was also selfish and self seeking but he prefers to use the term self preservation to describe and justify his self-centeredness. In his world of s*****y where the moto was 'Survival of the defeatest' one didn't need to be a fighter but a surviver. Fighting would get you no where but to your grave, so fast that before you could say the words 'Jack Roberson' you'll find yourself dead. Submission way survival, fighting was death. The new earth was not a place where humans ruled but a place where humans were ruled. "Your Majesties." The sound of Blu's high-pitched voice had turned the once lively room, into a death zone and had also drawn the attention of the two Alpha Kings, to his pretty face. Seth lazily raised a brow at him and he knew he was given the permission to continue. "May I speck with your mate?" Seth nodded his head, indicating that he could, without giving it a single thought. It was no secret in the kingdom of to the Wolf County that Blu was once the kings omega lover, on till they had found their other mate. It was normal for the kings to treat Blu, with obvious favoritism. After all they where once lovers. "Um... What's your name again?" "Sir my name's –" "Athiss. Yeah." "If you knew it, why did you f*****g ask?" "Um..So how's your newly mated life?" "It's fine Sir, thank you for asking. My masters treat me well." "Hmm...sure they do." 'Why is this b***h always antagonizing me?' Athiss asked himself. 'I get the fact that you hate me because I'm you "lovers" mate. But like seriously there's no need to attach me every chance you get, because of that. Besides it's obviously you they want, not me' I remember when Athiss was with one of his formal masters, at that time he was twelve years old. His master had a female mate, but his master preferred him to her. He could never forget the expression on her face, the day she cut her mate, his master balls deep inside him on their matrimonial bed. She had the expression of on adulterated hatred on her beautiful face. How pathetic can this life get? The role were obviously reversed. Athiss was now the jealous and betrayed mate while Blu was now the s**t that flaunted the Alpha Kings preference for him. Athiss never liked the fact that his formal Master preferred him to his true mate. That was not right. Athiss never flaunted his master's preference for him, in front of his master's female mate. That was wrong. It was like rubbing salt on fresh wond. 'Shame on you, for being such a dirty whore.' Athiss thought to himself. Karma was really an unfair b***h. One day you'll look at me. One day you'll love me. One day you'll realize that I'm more that you're s*x slave, I'm more than a baby factory. I'm your mate.
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