Ridian’s POV
I felt like I was not in charge, and it sucked. For a long time, I had been in charge of everything in my life. I got what I wanted, and tossed out what I did not need. If I ended up wanting it back, I got it back because I was Ridian Jamison, the alpha of Blackmoon pack, one of the greatest packs in the territory. Things always worked in my favour, and if they didn’t, I forced them to.
I started feeling that I was not in as much control as I thought when Jane ran out on me. Now the issue of Waterside pack made it even more obvious. I heated feeling out of control, and it was killing me. Therefore, I had to teach Vincent Frey a lesson he would never forget.
It was the second time I was speaking to the arrogant man on phone. The first time he had the guts to hang up on me which was not a very polite thing to do. This guy had no qualms about disrespecting me and it angered me the more.
But I let it slide, and decided to try again.
“You should stop calling me because we are not going to change our minds,” he said. “That slave is way too valuable. She is priceless and letting her go would be a very foolish decision.”
Was he insinuating that I was foolish?
“She’s just a slave. I can get you more to replace her.”
Vincent chuckled. “No, she’s not just a slave. You and I both know that she is special. Why else would you be trying to get her back? You made a big mistake and you have realised it. I’m sorry but now she belongs to me. I have money and can purchase more slaves but this one is different from the rest.”
“Are you planning to have her as your mistress or something? Why can’t you let go of her?”
“The idea hadn’t occurred to me but you know what, I may just try that. She’s very beautiful and sexy. I’m sure she tastes great.”
I wanted to throw the phone, but then it would not help. I would just make a loss.
“Don’t you dare touch her,” I threatened.
“Or what?”
“I will kill you.”
The man started laughing. “Don’t be funny. Ridian Jamison, I’m not scared of you. My army is getting stronger by the day. Who knows, one day it might even be better than yours. I hear all you do is have sex.”
This man was getting on my last nerve but I remained strong. “I can’t tell you why I need that woman back but it’s really important. Think about it.”
“No, I won’t. Goodbye, Jamison.”
The line went dead. I placed the phone back in my pocket and started walking back to the pack while trying to think of a strategy. I was going to get my mate back by all means and that arrogant man was not going to stop me. If I had to eradicate his whole pack, I would do it.
A few minutes later, I was already at the compound. I entered from the southern side and tried to listen to the sounds around. I usually didn’t catch much but every now and then I would hear the conversations and other sounds going on around. The surface area was quite big but my sense of hearing was stronger than anyone else in that pack.
I glanced at Jamila’s residence as I passed by and remembered when Cilla had gone to her for help. She had reported it and I ordered for Cilla to be punished. That stupid man Dane was all too eager to punish her. It was a good thing I got rid of him eventually. How dare he think he could get intimate with my mate and get away with it?
I could hear crying at one part of the pack, eastern side. I activated my high speed and found myself at the border. There were two rogues in tattered clothing, kneeling before three of my warriors. Frowning, I turned to my men. “What is going on here? Who are these?”
“Some rogues,” Patrick answered. “They have come to beg for food.”
“They’re probably part of Kirk’s group. Maybe they came to avenge his death. They’re pretending to be helpless so as to infiltrate the pack and cause trouble.”
“You may be right, mason.” I said, before turning to the rogues.
They looked very young, teenagers, maybe 15 or 16. The girl had a sharp look, composed of razor thin facial features. Her eyes were the only dull thing on the face, looking sunken and lifeless. The boy had a baby face and looked like he could not hurt a fly. Of course, I knew better than to judge them by appearance. It was possible that the girl was nicer than the boy even though she looked tougher.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Andrew Young,” the boy said. “She is Janice Proctor. We used to belong to Redmoon pack down south. We eloped but we found out too late that the people who had promised to help us in the city were frauds who just wanted to enslave and make us do their dirty work which involved killing innocent humans.
We managed to escape but life was too hard in the city. We couldn’t return home due to fear of what our punishment will be so we became rogues but it is a hard life. We’re always being and attacked. Two weeks ago, we were robbed of everything we had and beaten by stronger rogues. Now we have nowhere to go. We came across your pack and decided to stop by for some food. We will do whatever you want in return in return for it. All we ask is for some food, and we will be on our way home.”
I looked at them. They seemed sincere. “Get them some food and clothing.” I said before walking away. The food talk had me realise that I had not eaten since morning and I was ravenous. I went back to the house and stripped before getting into the shower. I was still there when I heard voices.
I knew it was Cara and the new girl who had been assigned to serve me. I had no idea what her name was. All I knew was that she had been bought at the same time with Cilla Markle. I wondered if she knew that Cilla and I were mates. So far, she had been quite annoying, always giving me all kinds of looks when she thought I was not watching.
With Cilla gone, I didn’t even care who served me as long as Cara Girad was around. She was one loyal and professional woman who I knew I could trust with my life. She did her work and never spoke out of turn or did anything that breeched the boundaries between us.
Others who had been in her position had always been trying to hit on me and I always threw them away after using them. It was Jane who had chosen Cara. Shit, I didn’t want to think of her. I finished showering and returned to the bedroom where I put on a clean pair of shorts and a black t-shirt.
I went to the dining room and found both maids standing by the table, their hands on their hips.
“Good afternoon, sir.” Cara said and maintained a stern expression.
“Good afternoon, Cara.”
“Good afternoon, sir.” The other woman said while batting her eyelashes and smiling widely.
We were not friends. Annoyed, I ignored her and sat on the chair. “So, Cara. What do you have for me today?”
“We brought delicious…” the new girl started saying but I held my palm up.
“I was speaking to Cara.”
Cara professionally listed everything on the menu to me. When she was done, I told her what I wanted and she started serving. I noticed that the other girl’s skirt had ridden up. I couldn’t help but notice her perfectly shaped legs. I turned away and focused on the food being served on the plate.
Cara’s hands worked like clockwork. She was so efficient and fast. She definitely didn’t deserve to be a mere maid for one person. She deserved to serve at a prestigious hotel in some city. Maybe one day when I got a perfect replacement, I would grant her the opportunity.
As for the other one, I needed to get rid of her as soon as possible.