CHAPTER THREE: The cellar
Conall's POV
"You have to be protected this time. You can't be alone tonight", Baldar instructed, but I walked away, not caring to listen to what he had to say. I had heard this advice lots of times because I could not control myself in my true form. Well, fuck it! Control was hard when I could do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted to. I did not need any of the pack members telling me what to do. If Baldar had concentrated on his own life, it would not have brought him the shame it has brought him now. He fell in love with a human shapeshifter but was here to advise me on how I needed to be protected. Damn him! He could not even control his life, and he wanted to control me.
"I do not wish to speak to you", I said not wanting to give him anymore opportunity to say a lot of plain nonsense to me.
"This is important Conall, you need to listen", Baldar said following me. It really began to piss me off.
"I don't want to be followed around like some child, Baldar", I said.
"Then you must listen to me", he said.
"I don't need protection", I said.
"Conall, this is not up to you to decide. King Darius has already decided that you must have protection from now on, not just at the full moon but at all times. Emily Tega will be your personal assistant", Baldar said fiercely.
I had heard that name somewhere. "Don't tell me Emily is female and she is a beta", I say, a few emotions surging through me. How lowly did King Darius think of me?
"I will tell you the plain truth. Emily is female and a beta", Baldar answered, but I cut him off.
"No!", I answered. There was nowhere in the world I was going to allow a female beta to be my personal assistant. Slave maybe, but personal assistant no. Firstly, being a female assistant was already a big crime on its own because I hated females at first sight because they were weaklings, all females! There was only one female I had set my eyes upon, and I did not feel that immediate hate towards her, but later she was known to be an Omega, a filthy Omega. I was deeply ashamed that I did not feel that sudden hatred towards her when I saw her from a distance that day.
Secondly, Emily was a beta. I was not a fan of betas; they always behaved like they knew everything, but they were just weak fools. There was no way I would let Emily be my personal assistant. I would rather rot in hell.
"What do you mean no? It's King Darius' order", Baldar said.
"I'm quite aware that it's King Darius' order, but I do not accept it," I replied as calmly as I could.
"It's not up for negotiation. It's a command", Baldar said.
"And I'm telling you and King Darius that I do not need a personal assistant, especially not a beta female. Now get lost, Baldar. Go and talk to your mad wife", I said.
"Watch what you say, kid", Baldar said in a dangerous moment, but that did not faze me. Baldar was one of the strongest alphas I knew about, and not even that fact made me afraid of him.
I walked away, leaving him rooted to the spot. I was glad that he stopped following me. Tonight was going to be another eventful night; I was sure about it.
I went to have some drinks at night. I loved the feeling I got when I got drunk and transformed into my true form. It felt so heavenly, like I was on top of the world, but there was only one issue: each time I drank too much, I thought about her, the filthy Omega that I should never be thinking of. I had no idea why I usually thought of her; it was not like I was attracted to her or anything; I just thought of her. Tonight was not any different, and as I drank some more, I thought about her. I was not supposed to be thinking about her considering that I had only bothered to look at her and study her once, but we never spoke. I heard that she was in love with a weak beta; that was very pathetic of her. I did not expect anything better from her, though; she was a filthy Omega anyway.
My head began to hurt, and I started vibrating uncontrollably, but it was not because I was drunk. Instead, it was time. I looked out of the bar's window to see the beautiful full moon. I saw that some werewolves had started transforming into their true form, and I smiled. Normally, only the strong is advised to stay outside during the full moon in case of an attack, but I knew there would be some silly and stupid weak ones that would want to prove who they are not and remain outside. I planned to deal with those kinds mercilessly tonight.
I smiled as I transformed before howling loudly, and with a swift move, I attacked the werewolf that was still trying to transform. Of course, the poor animal did not see me coming, so I bit deep into its fur as it howled loudly in pain, but that did not stop me from digging into its skin. It served this werewolf right. The blood tastes like a beta's blood. That was even better; I kept biting deeper, not giving it a chance to relate. No werewolf dared attack me or save the wolf; it was helpless, and I loved it that way. I dug deeper and deeper, buying mercilessly, till I heard no sound from the wolf. I bit harder for a while to make sure that it was not playing dead. When I noticed it was truly dead, I left it and howled. This was just too fun. I loved this feeling, and I wished it would last forever. Without wasting any more time, I ran into the streets, searching for more weaklings.