Garren’s POV:
I still couldn’t believe the words I had said to her!.
“I wouldn’t kiss a girl I wasn’t attracted to! Who the fuck says that?” I asked myself silently.
What the fuck was wrong with me?.
When she said those sad words, I felt different. I wanted to comfort her in any way and stop her from crying. That’s why I decided to give her the phone, right after I had promised myself to destroy it.
I was shocked at myself and how weak I was towards her. But as for my lycan, he had already made up his mind to do everything he could to make her feel comfortable.
I was beginning to get scared of myself because I could see my future self letting her in just to keep her happy.
I didn’t trust myself around her anymore. I even got very angry at the thought of that asshole who had scarred her!.
Her reactions were enough to let me know that the bastard who had made her cry was the same douchebag in her phone picture, and that made my heart ache.
“Master Garren, are you okay?” Thelma asked softly, snapping me out of my thoughts. She stood in front of me with a concerned expression on her face.
“Yes, why?” I asked.
She looked at my feet, then her gaze shifted behind me.
I looked at my feet and noticed they were bare.
When I turned, I groaned softly.
I forgot I was standing right outside my bedroom. After I had walked out, I stood outside the door thinking about what had happened. It wasn’t my intention to stand there for a long time.
“Is the lady giving you a hard time?” She asked as I chuckled softly.
“As if,” I answered under my breath, then smirked.
No one was capable of giving me a hard time because those that did were already six feet under.
“Garren,” Roxanne called loudly.
I tensed for a few seconds, then composed myself and opened the door, going back in.
She had her arms wrapped around her chest and wore a serious expression on her face.
“What do you want?” I asked coldly.
When her expression turned threatening, I noticed her eyes were aimed at someone behind me.
I turned and found Thelma standing a few meters behind me, looking at her calmly.
I didn’t understand why she hated Thelma from their first meeting. Thelma was a kind and gentle soul who always gave her very best to serve me.
“Hey vampire lady, I’m starving. Go fetch me snacks,” she said, as Thelma hissed at her in warning.
Was she deliberately telling Thelma to fetch her snacks as a way of insinuating she was a dog?.
“Did you not hear me? Go and prepare something for me to eat,” she ordered, as Thelma slowly raised her hands and dropped her cloak, which she rarely did.
I knew right then and there how upset she was. Before she could move, I shook my head, instantly stopping her.
If she were to attack Roxanne, my lycan wouldn’t waste a second to rip her throat open. Moreover, the elders needed Roxanne alive as bait for Ian. Also, she wouldn’t stand a minute against an Alpha queen, seeing as she was just a sired vampire.
“Master Garren,” she called, in what sounded like a complaint. Her fangs were showing and her chest was rising and falling.
I walked to where she was and stood in front of her, moving my wrist to her cold lips.
She looked at me, then quickly grabbed my hand and sunk her fangs into my flesh without hesitation. I inhaled, then exhaled, and relaxed.
Thelma was once a human who was sired by my father because he was indebted to her. She had saved my mother in her village from hunters who were after her. He initially thought of giving her money and properties, but that changed when my mother reminded him of how humans preferred immortality.
When she was turned into a vampire, she fed from my father until she was strong enough to hunt on her own.
As years went on, she became a part of my family and took good care of me. Whenever she was very upset, she lost control and became a thirsty little monster. In order to calm her down, my father would offer her his own blood, and that worked well in just a few seconds.
When tragedy struck and my parents were murdered by Ian’s friends, she completely lost her sanity and almost turned feral. I had to offer her my blood in order to calm her down and sustain her mental state.
Once she drank from me, an unspoken bond was formed between us. I took over as her master, and later became the master of my castle, with her pledging to serve me without question until my death.
Over time, I noticed how attached she was to me, and as the years went on, I tolerated it because she was still the only family I had left.
I frowned when Roxanne walked past me and grabbed Thelma by her hair, pushing her roughly to the ground.
Thelma hissed in warning and stood up in a split second, as I rushed to her side, putting my hand on her shoulder to stop her from attacking.
When a loud growl came from behind, I slowly glanced in that direction, only to see that Roxanne’s eyes had changed.
Although I wasn’t interested in werewolf packs, I knew a few things about them, and in that moment, I understood that I was facing her wolf.
Both she and Thelma seemed ready to fight each other.
I didn’t want a bloodbath or for my things to break, so I needed to send one of them out.
“Thelma, leave us,” I said softly.
“Never,” came her response.
I dropped my hand and looked her in the eyes.
“As your master, I order you to leave us,” I said firmly, and she looked astonished.
This was the first time I was using my position in the house with her.
“Pardon me, master. I will do as you have ordered,” she answered in a low, dejected tone, then gave a bow and stood upright, putting on her cloak.
She glanced at Roxanne, then walked out, shutting the door loudly behind her.
“Attitude,” I murmured to myself, then sighed in relief and turned to face Roxanne.
When a hard slap touched my cheek, I flinched at the slight pain, then bit the tip of my tongue to keep myself calm.
“You have no right to do that with her, Garren! I know you feel nothing for me besides hate, but come on, I’m still your mate!” she yelled, as her eyes went back to their normal, beautiful color.
She moved her hand and rubbed her eyes roughly, trying so hard not to shed any tears.
“You had no right,” she muttered under her breath, then sniffed and turned, walking to where the bed was.
I watched in confusion as she sat down with her back towards me.
I was supposed to rip her into pieces like all those who had raised their hands against me, yet here I was doing nothing.
The scent of her tears was all I could smell, and her words were repeating in my mind.
I took a few steps closer and stood behind her.
“Are you seriously crying over me feeding my servant to calm her down?” I forced out the words.
When she didn’t reply, I went on to speak.
“You are the one who slapped the living shit out of me, so why are you crying?” I asked loudly.
“I knew you wouldn’t understand,” she answered in a cracked voice.
Yeah, I didn’t! But I wanted to.
“Then make me understand,” I demanded.
“So you could make fun of me and mock me?” she asked.
I brushed my hand through my hair, then moved in front of her and knelt down on one knee.
She immediately shifted her gaze to the side.
I lifted my hand to wipe away her tears but stopped halfway when she lowered her gaze to her lap.
“Have you forgotten what I told you? You don’t look good when you cry,” I whispered softly.
She raised her head and looked at me angrily as tears continued to roll down her cheeks.
I was about to stand up when she moved her arms and wrapped them around my shoulders, causing me to freeze.
Her action caught me off guard, and it was the first time someone was doing this to me. It felt weird at the same time warm and nice.