AURORA'S POV
"Sera, you're hurting her." A girl with short black hair got up from her seat and stood in front of Sera and me. "Do you know what the king will do if he finds you hurting his servant? Remember last time?"
She glared at the girl coldly before letting go of her grip. That would definitely leave a mark.
"It's almost midnight; let's go to the dining table for dinner," the girl said. "I am sure Aurora made some nice stew." She smiled at me before her gaze turned cold.
We walked out of the room and into the dining hall.
I wondered how long these lycans had been trapped here. I felt sad for them.
What was their story? And why couldn't they just team up and defeat this curse?
My hand subconsciously drifted to my necklace, and I started rubbing it lightly. This felt better each time.
Damion arrived late at the table; no one started eating until he was there.
"You'll die of hunger if you keep expecting me to show up first," he said nonchalantly.
"You're our king. This is our tradition to honor you," one of the lycans said with a slight smile.
"Yes, Your Highness," they all muttered softly.
How can anyone like Damion? Wasn't he killing one of his pack members just minutes ago?
"Aurora, serve the food," Sera ordered. She had a smirk on her face, and I wanted to smack it off.
"Okay," I submitted bitterly. I straightened my little black maid dress and picked up the huge spoon.
"Stop!" Damion groaned. "No one orders my maid. Besides, she cleaned so well the whole day. Sera, serve us all. You've never done a good chore before."
Sera scoffed in disbelief. I stood there perplexed.
Was this happening? Somebody slap me. Bring me to reality.
Sera got up while I sat, trying my best to avoid her cold glance.
She served everyone, except me.
"You didn't say I should serve her." She smirked and grabbed a spoon.
Damion growled slowly. Suddenly, I felt Lucien hold his hand and tap it. Was I supposed to sense that?
Immediately, Damion calmed down.
I served myself a decent amount of food.
It smelled great. I added some garlic to taste, my all time favourite.
I took one spoonful, and it burnt my mouth so bad I screamed in pain.
Sera chuckled beside me.
Damion bolted towards me. "Are you okay?! Somebody bring the Griselda!"
He scooped me up in bridal style.
The soup did not stop burning in my mouth.
He put me on the bed. It felt soft. Too bad I was stuck on the cold floor.
The door creaked open, and my eyes landed on an old woman. I felt like I had seen her before.
"Griselda, do something. She had some garlic soup, and I don't know how that burnt her," Damion explained.
I sat on the bed, wincing in pain. Why does he care anyways.
She bowed at him before walking straight to me.
"Have you ever had garlic before?" she asked. Her voice was wobbly and calm.
I nodded yes.
"Is this the first time it's happening?" she asked while riffling through her moth-eaten bag.
"Woman, enough with the questions and just heal her," Damion snapped.
"Oh, Damion, you still have that horrible temper. Aren't vampires allergic to garlic? She should know this by now." Griselda smiled.
My heart dropped to my chest.
I can't be a vampire, that's impossible. I am human. Damion didn't seem shocked at all, I wondered if he knew something I didn't.
She took out a smelly liquid, and I shot a glare at Damion.
I am definitely not drinking this shit.
"Just drink it, it doesn't matter if it tastes like shit," Damion snapped.
How did he read my mind? Oh wait, he's a lycan. Great.
Griselda held the cup to my nose, and I almost knocked it off her hands, but the burning sensation was getting out of hand.
I grabbed the cup from her hands and gulped it in one sip.
I gagged and coughed.
Griselda laughed. Damion stood there holding in his laugh.
"What was that?!" I yelled out while coughing frantically.
"Just something to help cool down the burn," she said. "From the look on your face, I can tell you did not know you had vampire blood."
"Well, nobody walks around thinking they're some undead creature. Well, apart from the part where I can't see my reflection anymore ever since I got into this damn castle," I burst out. I jumped from Damion's big bed and began to walk out.
I did not want to be told anything complicated, I was human.
And I still wasn't talking to Damion either.
"Where are you going?" he asked angrily.
"To sleep. You've used me like a mop today. ALL DAY!" I snapped.
Griselda chuckled as she packed her stuff and slung the old bag on her shoulder.
"She is definitely your mate."
"What? Ewww!!" Damion and I exclaimed together.
"Look at her! She cannot be my mate, and besides, I don't do this mate thing," he scoffed.
"Well, nobody would want you. You may be sexy as fuck, but you are a pain in the ass," I snapped.
I cupped my mouth before registering my words to my brain.
"Griselda, some privacy," Damion ordered.
And just like that, the old lady left. She snickered as she left. What's wrong with old people? Gosh.
Damion grabbed my hand and dragged me close to his warm, tattooed body.
"You think I am sexy?" he asked, his voice low, calm, and collected. "Oh mama, just admit it."
When he said that word, I felt goosebumps all over my body.
"Hell no. I did not mean it." I rolled my eyes while trying to release myself from his grip.
"Let's see if that's true."
He lifted me up bridal style; I felt like a feather in his arms. I barely weighed anything.
He gently laid me on the bed and leaned in, with his strong arms supporting his weight.
He licked his lip, and I felt my tummy flutter.
Our eyes locked, and for the first time since I got here, I saw my reflection—in his eyes.
I couldn't recognize myself. I didn't realize he was kissing my neck till I felt a warm tongue playfully licking my soft skin.
"Damion… you've… you've made your— point…" I let out soft moans.
Oh shit.
"Hold him!" an ancient voice ordered in my mind. There's no way I am giving In, Wolfy.
it seems my supposed "wolf" and I have problems agreeing on one thing, but she was right. I wanted him so badly.
I felt my core get excited. His cock gently rested on the front of my core.
I just wanted him to sling my panties off and fuck me like his life depended on it.
He shifted to my lips, and this time, his lips were possessive with a mixture of passion.
I felt my fluid ooze out of my core, and I knew my little kitty wanted some action.
As I was about to give in, he got up and smirked.
"I don't fuck virgins."