CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
ASHER’S POV
“Freya!” I call with a loud voice as I burst open the room door and march into the bedroom with a furious look on. She instantly rises from the bed and walks towards with a smile plastered on her face despite the deadly look I have on.
She’s a witch.
She’s a mentally deranged witch and I can’t stand her presence!
“Freya, what did I do to deserve all this? What is my offense?”
“The fact that you chose to love Astrid instead of me. I was here first, Alpha Asher. You came to my father’s house and you brought me here, everything was fine in the beginning, but things began to change drastically when that slave got here. I was mad! I was very mad!”
“Freya, everything has never been fine between us and stop referring to Astrid as a slave. Your father forced me to marry you, he threatened to have my people killed, that is why I accepted to do so, I have never loved you! Why don’t you just understand that and leave me be?”
“Never! I will never do that”
“Don’t you have any shame at all? You came into my home and all you can do is cause trouble and steal stuff. Do you honestly thing any man will be happy to marry a girl like you? You are a symbol of bad luck, a weapon of mass destruction and I swear on my life that I will do everything to stop this marriage from happening. You might think you have won, but….”
“No, Asher” She cuts me off. “I don’t think I have won, I know I have won! The only thing you could use against my father is now in his possession. Right now, he is invincible, he can’t be killed and he has the powerful to do whatever he wants. No one will stop him, not even you! You are going to marry me Asher and there’s nothing you can do about that, except you want this entire pack massacred, include your precious siblings” She narrates with a disgusting smile plastered on her face.
The anger boiling in my heart right now is about to explode out of me like larva. As I look at her, the thought of snapping her neck and ending her miserable life crosses my mind, but I decide against it.
I’m not going to stain my hands with her filthy blood. There is another way out of this situation and I’m going to find it.
“That said…” She rants on and I just keep looking at her. “In less than no time, I’m going to be Luna of this pack. I don’t like the way the other maids serve me, so, I want Astrid to be my personal maid henceforth”
I can feel bile rise from my stomach to my mouth the moment she’s done talking.
I take two steps closer to her and she daringly stands there, looking at me like I can do absolutely nothing to her.
“That’s only going to happen in your dreams.”
“If you say no, I’m going to tell my father and you very well know what he is going to do”
“You are a sick werewolf and I hate you!” I say as I turn around and exit the bedroom, ignoring her sarcastic laughter.
I’m so mad right now that my neck hurts and I feel like bursting into tears.
Everything is so messed up and I don’t have the slightest idea what to do.
Once I get to the staircase, I look over to the East Wing at Astrid’s door and exhale heavily.
I badly want to go there and talk to her, but I know better than to do so right now. She needs time for herself.
However, I need someone to confort me, else I’ll do something crazy and the only person to do that right now, is Arya.
I take the staircase and when I get down stairs, I leave my chambers and head straight to hers. If our mother was I alive, I would have gone to her instead, but now that she’s gone, Arya is the person I will turn to.
I want her to hold me in her arms abd assure me that everything is going to be alright, that this is just a challenge that has come my way and I’m going to overcome it.
I want her to kiss my forehead and stroke my hair as I fall asleep.
I want her to make me feel better about this whole situation so I will be able to handle it with a cool head.
As I walk into her chambers, I see the maids retiring to their quarters and they all halt on their tracks and bow their heads down as I pass by.
My beautiful maidens, I can’t let Alpha Adolph harm them, that’s why I’m so worked up right now.
Once I get into the house, I head for the staircase that leads to Arya’s bedroom. I haven’t even told her I’m coming up. I just hope she is in there, because right now, I need her.
I need her very much!
“Arya” I call as I knock at her room door and in less than no time, the door flies open, revealing a very surprised Arya in her pyjamas.
“What are you doing here?” she asks aghast and I nervously scratch my head.
“Can I come in?”
“No! … I mean, yes, I … mean… what the hell are you doing here?” She asks yet again and the nervousnes I see in her eyes makes me suspect her her.
I creasw my brows and gently push her aside as I make my way into her all black aesthetic bedroom with the suspicion that something not right is happening in here?
Arya has never been so startled to see me in her bedroom at anytime at all.
My heart sinks into my stomach when I see Astrid rise from the bed.
Now I get why Arya was so terrified to see me.
“Astrid..” I call in almost a whisper as I try to walk towards her, but she turns her back and starts heading out of the bedroom.
“Astrid hold on… please let’s….”
“Leave her be!” Arya cautions and I stop on my tracks and turn to look at her.
Astrid walks out of the bedroom and I feel a part of me go numb.
“Leave her be Asher, she needs time to assimilate all this”
“But I…”
“I give you to the count of ten to tell me why you are here”
Without uttering a single word, I walk over to the bed where I take off my shoes and lie on it. Arya makes her to the with a smile worn on her beautiful face, probably wondering why I’m acting the way I am right now.
“What is the meaning of this?” She asks still smiling.
“Well, I’m going through a hard time and I need someone to pamper me else I’ll lose my mind. Mother is not here to carry out that task, I’m probably the last person Astrid wants to see right now, so that leaves just you. I need you to pamper me tonight, lest I lose my mind” I explain with all seriousness and she chuckles as she walks to the other side of the bed and lies on it.
“You honestly want me to take this your big self into my arms?*
“You’ve done it before” I say pouting like a five year-old and she lets out a loud laugh as she spreads her warms arms for me to get into them.
Slowly, carefully, I lay my head on her chest and chills run down my spine when she wraps her arms around my shoulders and kisses my forehead.
“This is just a simple challenge, you are going to overcome it and everything will get back to normal” She assures me as she gently strokes my hair.
I knew she was going to do just that.
As I drift to sleep, I wish I have a good dream. I wish my ancestors appear to me and advice me on how to go about this whole issue, because as it stands now, I don’t have the slightest idea on what to do!