Calista
Like the dog he expects me to be, I drop everything I am doing and follow him. I walk right behind him and watch how he gracefully takes one step at a time on the staircase. Does he always have to be so graceful?
I wonder why he can't feel it.
“Feel what?” He asks, and my breath hitches when his question catches me off guard.
“Nothing,” I reply quickly.
“It's not nothing.. What's your name again?”
I scoff, and he stops in his tracks. He looks over his shoulder, and the glare he throws my way is horrible.
“ Is something funny?”
“ Yes actually, why do you want to pretend that you don't know my name?”
“ Is your name important?”
I sigh, “ I guess not.”
“ Thought so,”
He stares ahead and continues to walk.
All it takes is one touch, and he is gone. Yet here I am trying to study his routine. My conscience is telling me that I haven't taken care of him already because of who he is to me. I don't need to care about who he is to me.
On the fourth floor, he stops and opens it. The room is huge, and everything in the room is a mess. It was such a mess that I know he did that on purpose.
This man should give me a break.
“My room is dirty; I need it to be spotless by the end of the day.”
“Okay,”
“ Make sure to clean it thoroughly,”
“Okay,”
He turns to glare at me once more.
“Calista, I don't like it when someone responds like that.”
Neither do I like it when someone tells me what to do but here we are!
“I understand.” Like a little puppy, I tuck my tail between my legs. I will be his pet while I find ways to kill him and his brother.
I get busy instantly, I start by packing the stuff he dropped on the floor, and he stands and watches. His golden eyes burn a trail and it's hard to pretend that I don't feel it. I came here with a mission, one I am meant to fulfill.
I begin to spread his bed and walk over to the shelf. I was just arranging and throwing everything on the ground. I breathe out and continue to spread the bed. I pretend I haven't seen him.
If there is one thing I have learned after acquiring my gifts is how to control my emotions. I can't let my mess get too angry cause I can easily end the life of anyone I touch at that moment.
He walks over to the answer shelf and does the same. Why is he acting like a kid who's throwing a tantrum?
I continued to ignore him until I spread his whole bed. I don't dare utter a word. He made it clear that I am a servant.
I wipe the tears off my cheeks, and Alpha August laughs.
“Watching you cry over small things is very funny,” he bellows as he grabs his stomach.
Just one touch and I can put myself out of my mystery.
“I am not crying; a big one just entered my eye, that's all.” I lie, and he laughs even more.
I move to pick up the stuff he dropped on the floor and he walks over to the bed.
I raise my hands in front of me.
“ Don't, please, just don't,” I beg him, I blink back tears.
“What will you do about it?” He challenges; he fingers the corner of the comforter.
“What did I ever do you?” I finally ask him. There is no way he can be targeting me from nowhere.
“ You know that's the thing you never did anything; it's just that you and I are alike in a way,” He says with amusement on his handsome face.
“How so?”
“ You will find out one day,” He says instead, sitting on the bed. “ My brother has taken a liking to you, but then I don't want him to have you. The idea of him having you doesn't sit right with me,” His voice hardens.
“ Why is it like that?” I question myself as I pretend to put things in order.
He stands up, and he takes long strides until he is standing right where I am. I noticed he didn't use his supernatural speed. The Wolves always want to use their extra speed and strength and yet August has never done that.
He grabs my hair and exposes my neck to him.
“ Tell me why I don't want to share you?” He whispers; there is heavy conflict in his voice and on his face.
His head dips his head on my shoulder blade, and he inhales.
“ I don't know.” My voice is hoarse, and my head is bent at that angle.
“I believe you know, it's not like me not wanting to share my woman with my brother.”
“ I don't know.”
His grip is firm but not tight enough for it to be painful. Being this close to him is messing with my thoughts.
He lets go of me and I grab the table top. He really doesn't have a clue that I am his mate and he isn't pretending not to know. Now I want to know why he doesn't know.
“You are my slave, Calista. Mine, no one else’s but mine, and I won't be sharing up with my brother. He will never see you in his bed.” He growls and I watch him with I blink confused.
“ How I wish you were Kali, how you wish you had the courage like Kali. But nothing about you is similar to hers. Maybe if you were like Kali, I wouldn't have treated you like a slave because she is the only woman occupying my heart.”
I can't lie; I can feel jealous and burn my veins. I want Kali dead; maybe then he would recognize me as his mate. But who am I kidding? At the end of the day, he needs to die.