Muddled Events

WAYNE’S POV

            “These are the only books I could collect,” Phyllis breathed out as she dropped the pile of heavy books on the floor. I peered down from the bed where I sat crossing my legs and then my eyes wandered to squint at the witch, who clapped away the dust from her hands.

 

            “Where did you get these?” I asked as I leapt down to the floor. I shuffled through the volumes to find out that they were just what I loved to read― History, fantasy, mystery and um… oh well, “Trilogy of an Alpha’s demeanor?” I laughed out as I thumbed the wordings on the navy blue cover, which had golden engraving at the corners.

 

            I opened the book to its first page to find the preface inscribed with tiny times new roman font. Fortunately, the whole of the book was just the same and it was the type I loved to read if only it did not just talk about an Alpha’s way of life.

 

“Did you make a mistake when you added this book?” I queried as I shoved it aside and picked up another. There were fourteen books in total and it was going to be fun reading them.

 

            “Mm-mm,” Phyllis shook her head and I looked up at her. “That is a necessary read, for you especially. I figured that instead of sitting idly around, I should just get you what you loved most. However, it would not be complete if after gaining all the knowledge you acquire, that you do not have a morsel of idea of how an Alpha should act, as you currently lack it, so I got that. Make sure you read it.”

 

            “Is it that essential?”

 

            “Definitely!”

 

            A timid knock came on the door and Phyllis and I turned to it. It later opened to usher Elspeth in. The latter curtsied before me and then to Phyllis before proceeding to drop the tray carrying two mugs of gin on the stool. I trailed my eyes on her as she left without sparing me a glance, then my eyes darted to the mugs. “I do not drink Alcohol, you ordered it?” I turned to Phyllis, but she shook her head.

 

            I shrugged and sat on the bed with a book, my attention solely fixed on the first chapter title that I did not immediately notice the person who silently walked in. It was only when I heard Phyllis hiss that I looked up to see a familiar face standing before the witch, facing her squarely. The two looked icily at each other, more as if they were going to fight.

 

            I riveted my eyes on them. Truly speaking, the two women had so much similarity; ranging from their equal height, to their enthralling looks, and then the cold and seducing aura they had about them. If I was not mistaken the new Lady seemed like the woman I saw dancing in the merry hall the same night I met Deveron. What was her name again…?

 

            “You cannot barge into the Alpha’s room whenever you want, Fiona,” Phyllis riposted through gritted teeth and I felt the need to interfere, though I do not think I could fight off any of them if they turned against me.

 

            The other woman, Fiona was her name, huffed. “Oh look here, a defender!” she laughed. “If you can, then why can I not? You seem to be neglecting your place, Phyllis. For the head witch to be your mama should not make you forget that I am still higher than you.”

 

            “I stand by what I said earlier.” Phyllis moved forward in a threatening manner and the other moved back.

 

            The Firne smirked, “I decided to come have fun with the Alpha. Definitely, if you can, what stops me as the Kyriar’s Zjae from coming too?”

 

            I watched vehemently as a huff escaped Phyllis lips and then she moved aside, shortly turning to me before leaving the room. I sighed, though it did not turn out to be a sigh of relief because the woman before me seemed to be more vicious than Phyllis was.

 

            Unlike the last time I saw her, the Firne had a pair of snow-white pantaloons and a dark sleeveless top, which stopped just below her bust region, fully exposing her smooth, taut belly and pouting navel. She then topped it with a black ankle-length velvety coat and a black pair of boots. Her hands and neck were also fashioned by golden and violet-striped cuffs.

 

             She ambled forth to me while I shuffled backward on the bed. Her aura smelled so dark and it did not leave out her expression.

 

            She slid out her tongue as she squatted beside the bed, stretching forth her hand to grasp my ankle, stopping my further attempts to escape. Her touch on my flesh felt like a thousand stings that sent me screaming from its intensity.

 

            “Forgive me, Alpha,” was her hiss-like voice as she slid the hands up my leg to my knee. The stinging persisted and I found myself jerking under her touch.

 

            Brazing myself up, I struggled to get my limb off Fiona’s hold, but it was obvious that her powers were far greater than mine was. The Firne huffed angrily, “One thing I despise is a timid creature, but more and more I tend to hate redundant resistance. This sting will carry on if you continue to evade my touch.” I paused at Fiona’s words and gradually, the painful prickle began to subside until it left behind a chill sensation, cooling off the part of my flesh that once hurt.

 

            The Blondie smiled satisfactorily before letting go of my legs. I recoiled and hugged myself, watching her facial appearance as she scrutinized me. The makeup she had on her face looked so weird to me, as I had not seen such makeup before, not even on the mystic Phyllis.

 

            Her eyelids were coated with a dark eyeshadow and so were her lips, her lashes were too long that for a moment I thought I would freak out, and lastly was her spooky, high brows. Her orbs seemed dark at the corners and lifting way below the base of her hooded eyes, a look that gave her a Mephistophelian look.

 

            “Come sit at the edge of the bed. I promise not to touch you inappropriately, as you are now technically above me,” She instructed, yet I could not trust her words.

 

             My instinct told me not to listen to her, but when she flicked her fingers as a threat, I hurried to the edge and slid my legs down the bed, allowing Fiona to squat before me. The latter steadied her hands before my belly and pulled it up to my chest. I wondered what she concisely did as she moved her hand as if measuring the length of my torso.

                                                                                               

            “The intensity of your strength is tremendous,” The Firne voiced out and I creased my brows at her. “I mean your power. You only seem weak when in the literal sense could be a powerful Alpha if you work on it. Anyways, did Phyllis tell you why it is necessary for you to be an Alpha? I could have said you made a deal with those piss-poor devils, but you were literally forced back here, unless that was an act.”

 

            “What…what do you mean?”

 

            “Come on, do not be repellent. Tell me why Deveron and her daughter insist on making you Alpha because as I know those two, they have no tinge of interest in keeping any damned heirloom of the miserable Gar. They surely have mischief up their sleeves.” I kept silent.

 

            Fiona inclined her head to the side as her right index moved up to tug at the dark band around her head, which held her bob hair in place. Her eyes drifted to my own hair and she smiled toothily, showing off the gap in between her upper incisors. “How very foresighted of Phyllis to have shut out your thoughts behind a spell,” she muttered and looked away. “Grasp a drink!”

 

            I turned to the tray sitting on the stool, immediately fixating my eyes on the brownish-yellow liquor in the mug. It looked enticing, yet I disliked the coarse feeling alcohol usually rendered to my mouth, it always made me want to throw up. I faced the Blondie to find her watching me. I thought she knew what I was thinking, but I was wrong.

 

            “When you think about distrust, it should be to the Crepe who you obviously seem to believe in,” Fiona uttered as she took a mug herself and sipped from it. “You think you are careful, but you are not. You obviously do not realize that you are being used. The two dark-blooded creatures are the hunters and the werewolves are the prey. You are just a Trojan horse whom the people are allowed to heap their load on. When the time comes, they will throw you out without batting an eyelid.”

 

            I blinked. I knew I certainly should not believe all she was saying because I did not utterly feel comfortable with her unlike the way I did with Phyllis. I felt she was trying to spoil the reputation of the witch in my eyes, seeing the way she spoke to the latter earlier. As for Deveron, I still do not know, but I definitely loathe that being. However, she… she . . . “She told me everything.”

 

            “Who did, Phyllis?”

 

            “No, Deveron,” I replied absentmindedly, my mind trying to grasp the picture of what Fiona had said.

 

            The latter laughed. “You might not know this, but those two have a way of going around to get what they want. It could be that ‘everything’ was only tons of made up stories to conflict your mind and get you contrasting things. Moreover, have you told the Crepe to lift the spell? She might never do that.”

 

 

 

 

|NOTE WELL: Kyriars are the leaders of Firne hordes. Zjaes are the next in command to the Kyriars. Horde is a group of related Firnes..

Firne: this is not the first time I am mentioning this creature, I just decided to make a note on it here, as some of you might have been searching through Google to get something about it. Unfortunately, this is the first book making a mention of it, as I had just made it up. However, I would write more Firne-fantasy books and I will love you all to follow up on it. Comment your thoughts, please. HAVE A NICE WEEKEND|