The Alpha’s Dark Revenge

Nikolai’s POV

I had been eyeing the pile of samosas the whole time. I couldn’t remember the last time I had had samosas. As I picked one and tossed it into my mouth almost moaning from how good it tasted, the table went silent.

I looked up in suspicion, wondering what had happened. I could see the pack members suddenly become intent on observing their food. They had been arguing and cackling a few seconds ago. Deciding I didn’t care, I tossed three more of the snacks into my mouth.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“We haven’t had this in a long time,” I commented. “And they never tasted this good either.”

I could feel their eyes on me. I never struck up conversation anymore because I honestly didn’t feel like it. But I don’t know what came over me today.

“Yeah it is. I guess the prisoner girl is good at a lot of things,” I heard Margaret say.

My jaw stopped working halfway on my sixth snack. I slowly turned to face Margaret who sat at my right side, hoping I had heard incorrectly.

“What?”

“Yeah. Melody had something to take care of at her family house, and she’s a bit under the weather. Since the prisoner is a maid, I told her to cook, she cooked for the omegas so I’m not sure why it’s here. Probably a mistake.”

She said it so casually, I was pissed. I saw everyone on the table who had a samosa in their hand let it drop in fake surprise. It was no secret that they had been enjoying it.

In anger, I shoved my dishes away, getting back from my chair and storming out. I wasn’t sure why I was so angry. The last thing I wanted was to eat anything prepared by that vermin.

My fists clenched and unclenched as I tried not to think of the fact that I had eaten and enjoyed it. I couldn’t deny the fact that it tasted good, hell it was the best thing I’d eaten in this house in a long time. And it baffled me. She was a spoiled brat who had people at her beck and call. So how did she know how to cook? And this good? She just continued to surprise me over and over again.

Sighing, I raked my fingers through my hair. The only thing that could distract me now was little Eve. I had ordered for her food to be taken to her room because I wasn’t ready to show her to the rest of the pack just yet. I slowly made my way up to her room to check up on her.

The door of her room was half open when I got there. In alarm, I pulled the door open warily. I felt my heart crash in my chest as I sighted the prisoner comfortably seated on the dressing room chair, chuckling while Eve narrated something to her.

Elle’s chair. Elle’s room.

“Who gave you the right to come in here?!” I yelled, trying to control my shaky hands.

I saw her jump up in shock, grabbing the bucket and mop by her side and bowing a little. I approached her angrily, making to grab her arm and toss her back into the dungeon, and then I saw Eve looking up at me. Her eyes riveted to the prisoner’s wrists and I saw her eyes widen.

“What happened to your hand?” She asked her, running her small fingers over the bruises. I could see the prisoner mouth apologies to me.

‘Mate.’ I heard my wolf growl. I shut my eyes tightly. What the hell was wrong with me? She was in Elle’s room, our room. And she was part of the reason while Elle wasn’t here anymore. So why did I feel this territorial urge around her. My instincts told me to wrap her in my arms and hug her tight until she stopped shivering with fright. It can’t be… it couldn’t be…

“Is your wrist okay? Did you get into an accident?” I heard Eve ask the girl again. I saw the girl catch my eye for a brief second and then lower them back to the ground.

Of course I couldn’t tell her that she was a prisoner. And that I was the reason why she was hurt. I didn’t care if anyone else thought it unfair or if she bled out in front of me. But I didn’t want Eve to see me differently.

“Get out!” I roared, watching in rage as she scurried out of the room, nearly emptying the bucket of waste water.

“How come you-”

“Quiet!” I yelled at her. I didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. “Go to your room!”

She stared at me for a couple of seconds and then she folded her arms. “You’re in my room, actually.”

Even through my anger, the calmness in her tone surprised me, and I suddenly felt bad for yelling.

I had no idea what to do… I’m just so tired…

“But you can stay. I can show you the drawing I made today,” Eve added after a while, smiling and patting the next to her.

All I could do was nod and collapse beside her.