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Chapter four: Why couldn't I kill her?

Sophie soon started to work at the pack house while she trained her black magic. She made sure she kept some distance away from Alpha Tyler because of her discovery. She didn't like the fact that she was mated to him again or was it that her soul was forever mated to him?

She couldn't think of a possible answer to give to her question. All she wanted to do was learn how to use black magic and get her revenge. There was nothing more apart from that. Though each time she gets closer to him, she feels the urge of wanting him but she always refrains herself. She must not have romantic thoughts for someone who had once caused her death. Alpha Tyler wasn't someone she had to long for, he was someone she had to kill.

However, Alpha Tyler kept thinking of why he felt sparks around Sophie. It was unusual. If Sophie didn't feel the sparks why then was he the only one? Was she pretending? If she was how come her wolf was also able to pretend like her, it was impossible except she's got a villain power. He laughed at his thought for reflecting in such a way. Sophie was just a mere maid there was nothing like having powers in her.

There was a knock on the door of his chamber and he responded, telling the person to come since he knew who it was. The door was pushed open and Sophie came in, carrying a basket full of his clothes.

She got to him and stooped her head low to pay him respect before she headed to his closet while his gaze followed afterward. She pulled his closet opened and began to fill in his clothes.

"We're those clothes well washed?" Alpha Tyler asserted and Sophie grinned. Alpha Tyler was trying his best to know if she was his mate or not likewise she too was trying her best not to let him know. So, he was looking for every excuse to hear from her.

"They were washed three times," Sophie told him, trying not to create a longer conversation between them. Thinking he would tell her to go wash them again, she began to fold them back into the basket she brought.

Alpha Tyler stood up from where he sat and walked out to where she was with his wolf squealing to have Sophie beneath him. He had no idea why he had gotten too attracted to her. Compared to every other girl, Sophie was looking so different from them. Normally, it was something he could do. Force Sophie into bed and have sex with her the way he wants it but he couldn't bring himself to do that. He couldn't command her to do anything and he tried to understand why but he couldn't.

He could remember having the same feelings for someone who was his ex-mate but he had killed her, why then was he unable to kill a mere maid?

"I never told you to return and wash them," he conveyed when he got to her.

Sophie took some steps backward seeing him coming a little bit closer to her. "I'm sorry, I have no idea," she mumbled, bit her lower lips for uttering the word sorry, and began to arrange the clothes back into his closet.

"I didn't ask you to return them too," he told her again and this time Sophie was forced to look up at him. She didn't say a word and stared deeper into his eyes as he wanted. After gawking at each other for some seconds, Sophie shifted her gaze remembering she shouldn't be doing something like that.

"What do you want me to do then? Just state it and I'll do it as you want," she divulged her head now bowed at him.

Alpha Tyler hummed, nodding his head in return. "You should wash them, no I mean, keep them back into the closet, I'll be good with it, you don't have to stress yourself," he said solemnly and Sophie chuckled. Thank goodness the laughter didn't come out that loud so he couldn't hear her instead he trotted his way back to the couch he was sitting on.

Sophie huffed away and arranged the clothes in the closet. When she was done, she headed her way to the door to go out. But she stopped some meters away from the door and tried her black magic again. Slowly she saw that the black magic was already building up. Just when she thought she could use her black magic on Alpha Tyler, a sharp pain nudged into her heart and she staggered backward but retained her stance almost immediately. She felt Alpha Tyler's gaze on her but she ignored her, pulling the door open to move out.

When she closed the door behind, she cringed angrily and held the walls in support of her not getting too furious. Still seeing Tyler made her heart discomfort and what was the sharp pain she felt in her heart? Was that another thing that would stop her from killing him? Why was it taking too much time for her to take up her vengeance? It was becoming too vast and she couldn't hold on again. She needed him dead so badly. He must die and she would be the one to kill him but no one else.

She squeezed her eyes closed tightly and flung them open. It was okay if she had to give herself some time to finish him up hereby she knew slow killings were the most interesting. Maybe that was how she would take care of him. Making him feel slow and excruciating pain that he wouldn't be able to plead for his entire life.

She decided to leave and as she took some steps, she saw someone trotting towards her direction. Her thoughts told her the person was proceeding into Alpha Tyler's chamber so, she composed herself as the maid she was. The figure came closer and the face became clearer. It appeared to be Catherine, the Alpha' mistress. She smiled sheepishly to herself. "So, you're still here?"

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