Chapter 8

XAVIER~~~~

The guy, Asher was about the same height as my father, with green piercing eyes which can be seen as intimidating to most. He also had an interesting build which almost puts him on par with Reggie. I especially do not like the look he was giving me, but I chose to overlook it for the king's sake.

"I hope you enjoy your stay here," King Klaus smiled as he sent me off with Asher.

We walked down the hallway leading to the exit in silence, Asher not once looking behind him to confirm if I was keeping up with him or not.

"You know you can tell me if you have a problem with me, right?" I said. "As long as you don't get violent with me, I can handle a conversation."

"I have nothing to say to you," he replied firmly as he kept walking until we were out of the palace.

"Stop leaking so much bloodlust if you are gonna stick to that story," I remarked. "You're making me prickly."

"You know what, big shot," he turned to square off against me. "I'll do what I want, and there is nothing a pampered, daddy's boy like you is gonna do about it."

"Be careful what you wish for," I smiled as my eyes turned red. I might have agreed to this alliance thing, but I'm not taking shit from anyone in this place.

"What are you gonna do, huh?" he said, occasionally looking behind me.

"Me? Nothing much," I shrugged. "I'll beat you to a pulp and make sure not to kill you."

"I knew you were here to make trouble," he hissed. "You probably want to marry the king's daughter so that you can torture her!"

"I haven't considered that to be honest," I smiled. He's making me want to mess with him. "I think I will, now that you've mentioned it."

His face contorted with anger. "You...."

"Oh, is that it?" I laughed. "You don't care about the kingdom or anything. You just don't want me to marry the princess."

"She's mine," he growled. "We've been dating for so long. I've been patient for so long, and now that she's ripe you want to take her away from me?"

"Not me," I shrugged. I don't pity him since I'm a victim of this arrangement also. "The ruling powers of both sides made the decision, so tell that shit to them."

"I hate you," he spat. "I hate all you Northerners and I wish you all die and rot in hell!"

"Too bad," I shrugged. "A lot more of you guys would be dying first. Now if you won't mind, be a good dog and show me to my residence.

He glared at me for a few more minutes before turning around. "I'm not gonna let you have her, you piece of shit."

"I don't care," I replied as I followed behind him. His bloodlust increased after that but I was uninterested as it didn't affect me in the first place.

We soon arrived at the residence which was in every aspect, a mansion. The mansion was painted in a beautiful blend of black and red colours, representing the pack's colours and was big enough to easily fit five bedrooms in it.

"You'll be living here during your stay," he said, stopping at the entrance. "There should be a few workers inside to tend to your every need."

"Workers from your pack?" I tasked raising an eyebrow. "What's stopping them from killing me."

"I don't see you bringing any from yours," he retorted before letting out a sigh. "They are workers who have been submitted and tamed by the Alpha's authority. They would never go against his orders, and his orders were to make sure you are safe and comfortable. They could even lay down their lives for you if you are in danger."

I relaxed a little bit because I'd heard of something like this before. In my pack, they are called broken slaves and as their name implies, they are broken. They usually consist of criminal werewolves who have committed unreasonable crimes. They are arrested and locked away for life instead of getting expected, then they are tortured for many years until all they wish for is a chance to die. Once they are broken, they are offered a chance at freedom and bound to the Alpha by his authority. Failure in whatever task they're given would mean many years of torture and they would rather die than go through that. This makes them the most loyal workers to have as the thought of rebellion never crossed their minds, only survival, or death.

The door opened up once I was in front of it and an elderly blonde lady smiled at me from behind it.

"Welcome to your residence, sir," she smiled.

"This woman is a broken slave?" I thought as I walked in and looked around.

The inside of this mansion was even better than the outside. It was painted all white and the floor was made of hardwood which gave it an aesthetic feel, with a massive living room and furniture which were also white, and a spiral staircase leading upstairs.

"Is it to your liking, sir?" The woman asked. "We can change anything that you don't like."

"No it's okay," I shook my head. "What's your name?"

"Martha," she replied.

"Is there anyone else?" I asked, still looking around.

"Gather around," she yelled and a group of five people hurried out like it was a military call. They stood side by side behind her and kept their head down, each of them fidgeting slightly.

"These are Clinton, Fred, Hailey, Cara and Lisa," she said, starting from the left. "And I am the head worker. I will make sure that we all serve you to the best of our ability."

"I'll appreciate that," I nodded. "Take me to my room."

Cara was asked to take me to my room while the others got back to work. We walked in silence in front of me and would flinch whenever I asked her a question.

She was a redhead beauty with freckles which matched her fair skin. She was about 5'6 but made up for it with her bodily endowments which are in fairly massive proportions.

"Here," she said, keeping her head down and standing awkwardly at the door.

"Okay," I said as I made my way inside. The room was made to my preference as it had enough space and a gym for my daily workout as well as a king-sized bed which was able to fit all of my seven feet body. I was a little worried that whatever bed they got me would be too small for my feet to fit in without me having to curl my body on it.

"Anything else?" I asked as Cara still stood by my door awkwardly.

"U-Um, I was asked to tell you something more just in case you need it," she stuttered.

"Go on," I said.

She then slipped off her blouse to expose full breasts on her fair skin and perky pink nipples. "I am here to please you in whatever way you want during your stay here. I am wolfless since my wolf has been killed so I can't be marked no matter how many times we do it."

Killing a werewolf's wolf is almost like crippling the werewolf. It's a precaution taken to make sure that the said werewolf doesn't commit the same crimes they committed that caused them to be considered too dangerous with their wolf. This is especially done to strong werewolves who were quite tough for the pack to catch.

It makes me wonder what this timid girl has done to deserve such a brutal punishment. It takes a great deal of torture on the werewolf for their wolf to be killed. It's a whole different dimension of pain that shouldn't be explored. It's no wonder they wish for death more than rebellion or freedom.

"Does the Alpha know about this?" I asked, expressing no emotion whatsoever at the sight of her bare chest.

"No, sir," she shook her head. "Martha proposed this to ensure that you enjoy our service to you."

"Cover yourself up," I sighed. "I don't need that kind of service. Besides, I am here to marry the Alpha's daughter. You'll be in trouble if you are caught having sex with the Alpha's son-in-law."

"I-I'm sorry, sir," she said quickly as she hurriedly put on her clothes. "Please don't tell anyone."

"Just leave," I waved her off. "And close the door behind you."

She hurried off in a panic, leaving me to myself as I plopped unto the bed and stared at the ceiling.

"I guess I'm really gonna be getting married," I thought. "This sucks."

A knock on my door brought me out of my reverie, startling me a little bit since I didn't expect anyone to come back so soon.

"Who is it?"

"Cara, sir," the familiar voice said.

I rolled my eyes. "What do you want, Cara?"

"Your bride-to-be is here to see you."