Old habits die hard.
ITHRA.
“Come on, Ithra. Tell me what you want.” Zadok spoke into my ears.
Hiccup.
We have been in silence for the past few minutes. My gaze fixated on Athaliah, and the deepest part of me wanted to see her head bloodied on a golden platter.
However, I chose to be diplomatic and make good use of the opportunity. Like it or not, I was now a member of this pack, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t change my genetic composition.
I was a witch. Whether or not I had powers didn’t mean anything to these people who lived the better part of their lives believing witches to be a scourge that needed to be cleansed.
Killing these people would only solidify their terrible opinion of me.
Zadok’s expression was unreadable, he had a glint in his eyes as he watched me, thoroughly enjoying my dilemma.
I strongly felt like it was a test. And for some reason, I was determined to ace it.
“Let them go.” I finally spoke, eyes focused on Zadok.
“What did you say?” His eyes widened a bit, he didn’t expect me to say that.
A satisfying feeling settled within me.
“There’s no need to do that. I survived and that’s what matters. I do not intend to soil my hands with blood.” I took a glimpse at Athaliah and I felt pure scorn. “No matter how dirty.”
Athaliah’s gaze locked on me. Out of the three women, she remained unfazed. One would think she already knew the outcome.
I found myself wondering… if I had specifically requested her head, would it truly be granted?
Why did I feel like I made a terrible decision?
“Are you sure you’ve made your decision?” Zadok’s voice interrupted my thoughts.
No doubt, he noticed my clear animosity towards Athaliah. It was hard to forget a face that led you to the brink of death and back.
I will not forget. I would return every pain meted out to me in a thousand fold. But in due time.
“Positive.” I muttered, tearing my gaze away from her mocking face.
Zadok remained silent. I could hear his brain work and I’d kill to know what he was thinking.
“Ithra might be forgiving. But I am not.” He rubbed the nape of his neck. “You are no longer in charge of the kitchen.” He said to Morgan, “You will serve in the kitchen, taking care of the dishes without pay until further notice.”
Morgan dropped her head in a silent cry, the sound of her head hitting the floor brought waves of pleasure within me.
I’d like to see her get around washing those plates. I mean, I’d been there and she thought it was right to let me go through that without pay.
It’s only right she does the job with thanks in her heart. Being alive was payment enough, right?
“You will assist her in her duties.” He said, referring to Sollel, “Since you favour working with her rather than being under my care, I presume you will do just fine living with her too.”
“Alpha!” Sollel cried, “I didn’t mean to-”
“I don’t want to hear it.” His tone was menacing and cold. He turned over to Athaliah, “You will no longer continue as my third in command. Till further notice.”
His eyes sifted through the three of them and he barked, “Get out of my sight.”
I watched the women scramble to their feet as a guard led them out of the room, leaving Azriel on his knees.
“Get out.” Zadok said to the air and I felt uncomfortable.
Was he talking to me or Azriel?
“Leave!” He barked and my spirit nearly left my body.
Azriel got up and walked out the door with visible disappointment. He didn’t even spare me a glance and closed the door behind him.
Leaving me alone with Zadok.
“I’ll be on my way.” I stumbled my way around him, wondering if the guard who brought me was outside the door.
I wasn’t in the mood for any more angry wolves. I just wanted to cuddle up my bed and sleep forever.
A large hand held my wrist and I felt cold air lace my skin. Delicious currents erupt from where our hands meet, pushing sweet shockwaves down my spine.
What was this feeling anytime he touches me?
“We are not done here.” He hissed. I feel his grip tightening around my arm. “Who permitted you to leave?”
A nervous chuckle left my lips, “I thought you were in need of some alone time..”
He gave me a look I couldn’t understand.
“What do you want?” He finally asked,
My eyes narrowed in confusion, “I don’t understand…”
“Tell me what you want.” He dragged me into his hold, and his arm circled my waist. “You want something. That’s why you let them go. So tell me already..” I could feel his breath in my ears, his masculine body made me come alive in ways I’ve never been. “What do you want?”
He bit my earlobes and a shiver left my mouth. My heart beat increased and I felt moisture down there. What was he doing to me?
“Tell me, Mi Amore.” He brushed my ears and I realized I might have an ear fetish.
Something told me he’s discovered that way before me.
“I want to be strong.” I said before I could think.
He gives me a little space but his arm remains tightly secured around my waist. “Strong?”
“Y-yes.” I tried to walk out of his hold but he held me in place.
“Why?” His tone told me he was having a hard time trusting me.
Old habits die hard.
“I don’t want to be vulnerable to your wolves.” I spoke curtly, “You already know of the terrible things they are capable of,” I took a breath, “alongside the fact I am not as powerful as a witch should be. I need to be stronger.”
Zadok gauged me for a moment, then proceeded to blow my mind.
“Your training begins tomorrow.” He let me go. “I will personally oversee your training, to ensure you are able to protect yourself without harming others.”
He still considered me a threat. I don’t know if he was the wisest or stupidest wolf I’ve encountered.
“And just to prevent this nonsense from happening again. You will be announced as my guest tomorrow.” He walked towards his window and opened it, cold air wafts into the room.
“Good night, Mi Amore.”