Her Men Of Ruin

Zeedar didn't want to admit that to himself. But now that Zechariah has mentioned it, he'll have to accept it. "I sensed her at the pack hall, and I still sense her here. Do you think she's here?" Zechariah asks, but Zeedar doesn't respond. His eyes are still on the stairs. "What I don't understand, though, is the probability of finding our mates at the same time. Did the moon goddess approve of our brotherhood so much that she gave us our mates at the same time?" Zechariah blows the bubble gum and is about to pop it before Zeedar suddenly moves toward the stairs. The pack's delight follows behind his brother. On getting to the first stair landing, the exit door bursts open to usher Ziason in. "Brother!" Zechariah squeals, leaping down the stairs to Ziason. "Why did you not say you gym at trauma-abode?" The latter glares at Zechariah as the stench of garlic hit him again. His next actions come without much thought-grabbing Zechariah's jaws, forcing his index into the latter's mouth, and growling. "Swallow it. Now." Zechariah quickly does as told, while Ziason lets go of him with force. He smirks, satisfied to have rattled his brother. Zeedar makes to continue going up the stairs, but Ziason's voice stops him. "Where are you going, Zeedar?" "I sensed something." "Sensed what?" "A mate," Zechariah chips in with a brief cackle. The sides of Ziason's lips stretch into a stiff smile. "Are you mated to a ghost, brother? Because there's nothing up there," he lies. "But I sensed it too. Even at the pack hall," Zechariah voices out. "She smelt like lemon and uh... what's that flower again... the one with silky petals." Ziason's brows crease into frown, and a bit of confusion. He knows the flower Zechariah is trying to point out, and he recognizes the scent he just mentioned. Even that gently throbbing feeling of wanting to be close to a certain person, he has felt it. At the pack hall. In the human world. Even right now in this tower. He has been experiencing them for a while now. And it started when he met Heaven. He knew she was his mate from then. But his brothers confessing to have felt the same way, and now following some kind of mating bond to the tower, does it mean something? As there are currently three females in the tower, and his mate is Heaven, could it be that his brothers' mates are Kaicha and Lakri, the maid? But what's the possibility of he and his brothers being mated at the same time? And how could it be that the three women have the same scents? What exactly is this nature of coincidence? "There's nothing here?" Ziason still lies. "This is now merely a lone tower where I visit for solitude." Zeedar slowly comes down from the stairs. "Aside the mate matter, are you hiding something, brother?" "What could our brother possibly hide?" Zechariah butts in, noticing the tension growing between the two. "Come on. Aren't you hungry? Let's go eat," he says while linking arms with Zeedar and tugging the man out of the tower. When the boys disappear, Ziason makes for Heaven's room to see her sleeping. He also goes to Kaicha's room, where he finds Lakri feeding Kaicha lunch. "Has the dance tutor been in her room since?" he asks Lakri. "Yes," the maid says. Ziason proceeds downstairs. >>>>>>>> Lakri's subtle attempt at setting Heaven's dinner wakes Heaven up from her sleep. And she's more than grateful for that. At least she doesn't have to endure the terrors of experiencing the day her parents died over again. However, she realizes something when she notices the cherry wood of the four-post bed's roof-she's supposed to be out of the tower by now. She still shouldn't be here. Heaven slowly sits up, watching as Lakri enters the bathroom. Coming out of the mosquito net, she sits on the edge of the bed. And after scrutinizing the material Lakri wrapped around the injury on her palm, she stares at the bedside stool, where Lakri set the food. "Do eat," Lakri says while coming out of the bathroom with an old pail. "I asked my brother, who is a carpenter, to repair the window you damaged. Thankfully, he finished before the Alpha returned. As for the cage you removed from the fence, that hole belonged to the huge dog of the late Alpha. The dog is now dead, by the way, so I don't think Alpha Ziason would put any attention there. Also, good of me to have found you at the pack hall on time, or else who knew what would have happened to you, to me, to my family?" Although Lakri said her words calmly, Heaven can sense a hint of anger and sarcasm. "Why did you bring me back here?" she asks instead, skipping the meaning in Lakri's last sentence. "I already had my chance of escaping, but you ruined it." "You think?" Lakri huffs. "First of all, let's pray the Alpha didn't see you. Even if he did, let's pray he lets it slide this once. Do you know I was not supposed to be aware of you and Kaicha? Your presence in the pack is a huge secret, so is the child. The alpha went to certain lengths to make sure I can't talk about it." "What lengths? Abducting your family?" "Yes, but you don't seem to care about that." Heaven was going to say something. Even she doesn't know what. But her lips hang open for a while before she finally speaks. "For how long has that been? I mean, since he held your family captive?" Lakri sighs, dropping the pail and taking a few steps toward Heaven. "So far, three years... I think. A few other maid have died with their families after going against the alpha's orders, even if it's trivial stuff like letting the child out of the tower." "So you mean to say my actions put you and your family in danger?" "I told you before; many people have a loose knot around their necks that could either remain loose or tighten depending on your actions." Heaven lets out a huge breath as her once tense shoulders fall. She couldn't see the full picture of all that was happening due to her own fear, but it seems things are way bigger than just her. "I'm sorry," she mumbles, her head dropping. "Its just... I've never got to worry about anyone else aside myself. So I only see myself." "Now that you're here, you need to forsake that habit," Lakri lectures. "To survive this place, you need people around you, Heaven." Heaven looks up at the girl, raising her brows. "We're on a name basis now?" "Obviously," Lakri's monolid eyes widen into the shape of a half moon as she puts emphasis on her next words, "since you've risked my life and my family's, and I've gone lengths to save you." Heaven huffs a smile, which soon fades as she sighs. "It's just frustrating. I've been away from the wolf kingdom for a long time. I'm not used to it. I'm a wolf, but I can't even tell much about anything. And it's so annoying that I have to live under Ziason's claws." "Let him not catch you calling him by his name, Heaven. You need to be extra careful. Moon Wrath's pack was always known for the generosity of its Alpha until Alpha Ziason took over. His cruelty spread fast and wide. Even the Alpha king is rumored to fear him. Those male corpses you see being carried out every night, they're that of male sluts who pleasures the Alpha. But he ends up killing them for unknown reasons." Heaven ponders on why would he kill those men every night if there's no valid reason? Is there any cause to be that ruthless unless it has to do with something really confidential-something Ziason doesn't want to get out? For example, his curse. After all, it's one of the reasons he's threatening to kill her. "If the Alpha threatened to kill you, he actually will even though you escape," Lakri warns. "He will find you and make sure you suffer, especially since he hates women. He could do anything to harm you out of anger." Heaven could have asked why Ziason hates women, but she isn't concerned about that right now. Instead, it scares her the more. Goosebumps rise on her skin, prompting her to hug herself as she rubs her arms to quell the unsettling feeling building in her stomach.