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Chapter 7 The Proud Waitress

  • Mavericks POV
  • Five Years…
  • For five solid years, King Gerald had me and my Beta locked away in his dungeon. He made sure I had no visitors, not even my parents. I was starved and tortured me like a fucking criminal, and every often, his sorcerers come here to visit, and they catty out some crazy examination on me, trying to find out if I had anything to do with the missing scroll. No matter how hard they try, they still couldn’t find anything in me, and their feedback to the king is the same as always, they blame it on the moon goddess, and they warn the king to stop trying to challenge the will of the moon goddess, but the asshole refused to listen to them. No matter what they said to him, he still believed that I had something to do with the scroll, and he vowed to get it out of me,
  • “I know you did it, Maverick Huntington. I know it was you, and I’m going to get it out of you, and I'll end your pathetic life!” he threatens me always. I never bothered about his threats because I know he has nothing on me, the only crime he can say I committed is fucking his daughter. There is no way he would kill me for that because I’m not the only guy screwing her. He got her married to the lycan general the day after I was imprisoned. The general had me tortured as well and he issued some dumb threats to me, warning me to stay the fuck away from his wife.
  • I could only chuckle at his stupidity because deep in my heart, I know don’t want to have anything to do with that spoilt little princess, I wouldn’t marry her, even if she was the last woman on earth. Well, the jokes are on them because the bitch never stopped screwing around. Sometimes, I hear the guards talking about her, and they say she even brings young recruits to the general's house, and the fool has no fucking idea that his wife is fucking every guy she desires, even his fucking guards.
  • The King knows about his daughter's affairs, but he could do anything about it because he spends most of his time in the dungeon, trying to get me to share the secrets in the scroll with him. I don’t know why his sorcerers couldn’t find it in me, I don’t even know how I manage to survive his punishment all these years. But one thing is certain, our freedom is sure.
  • From the moment I discovered the scrolls and unlocked their secrets, I started having this mysterious dream that tends to keep me awake all night. I dream of war and Chaos, it happened in one night, and on that night, our whole lives were about to be destroyed. The war and chaos from my dream were too unbearable, it made me call out to the moon goddess in pain. Then all of a sudden, the chaos died down, and I find myself in a room with a beautiful damsel, dressed like an angel. I couldn’t gaze at her face because it was so bright that I had to look away, to save my eyes from getting blinded. She stated her hips sensuously, and I felt aroused by her movement.
  • “Find me, my love. Let us save our people.” She lets out in the sweetest voice I’ve ever heard. I couldn’t see her face, but I can tell that she is very beautiful. Her skin glitters like a Diamond and she had the curves that every woman dreams of having, the curves that make a man go crazy with lust. I do not need to be told that she is the healer, she is my mate, and I’m going to find her.
  • I discovered that whenever I have this dream, I get stronger and I get more courage and strength to face any challenges that come my way. The best part is that lie people are no longer as daft and gullible as king Gerald wants. They are beginning to realize their stupidity and they are beginning to ask more questions about the scrolls. The werewolves are beginning to form a bond with each other, and king Gerald doesn’t like that. That is why he believes strongly that I have the scrolls and he is doing everything he can to get them back because he knows that if I get back home with the scrolls, then I would unite our people and solidify our bond. When our bond is restored, then it will only be a matter of time before I find my mate and then the curse would be broken and then, we will be free of his bondage.
  • He doesn’t want that, and if not for the fact that the werewolves were beginning to speak up and challenge some of his laws and actions, I’m sure he would have killed Roy and I, and saved himself the stress of trying to stop me from uniting our people and finding the last healer.
  • But he couldn’t keep me here for much longer because it was affecting his business. Apart from the complaints from my father and other Alphas, he still needs me out there to make money for him. Our pack is the largest in this territory, and the income tax he gets from our companies is twice the income he gets from other packs. So when the pressure got too much for him alone to bear, he had no fucking choice, he had to let me go back to my family, my pack.
  • “You may think that you have won, but trust me, you haven’t. I have my eyes on you, Mav. You will never be the king of all wolves as long as I live. You better watch your back out there because I’m coming for you.” He warned me angrily after ordering his warriors to set us free. I know he wasn’t joking, I know he meant every damn word, but I just don’t care. I know I am on the right path, and I’m sure I will be too strong for him to dominate when I finally find my mate. I just need to tread carefully and find her before he does.
  • I spoke to my family for the first time in five years. I felt so happy to know that they were doing okay. Dad told me that he hid the truth from everyone in the pack. Apart from him and his Beta, Harold Armstrong. I scoffed when he told me that everyone in the lack believes that I was undergoing special training from the lycan king himself.
  • Special training indeed!
  • He said a welcome party was being held on my behalf, because everyone in the pack misses me, and they are more than excited to welcome me back to the pack. I know he is lying, Bo one really had the time to be throwing a party for me, they all need to work overtime to meet up with their tax requirement. He literally had to force them all to leave their businesses and come to the pack house to welcome Leroy and I. The only people excited to have me back are the young, unmated omegas, trying to get me to notice them. I would have gladly obliged their request, but I have no time for frivolous activity, I have an important mission to carry out, and I need to be focused if I ever want to outsmart king Gerald.
  • “I need a few days to clear my head, dad. The party can wait.” I told him firmly when he kept insisting that I come back home immediately. It took a few weeks to get my head back in the game. I asked my dad to send me a detailed report about the pack and the company, I studied everything carefully and I kept in touch with my dad and my PA, I made sure I got daily updates and reports on everything that concerns my pack and my companies.
  • At the same time, I toured Paris and Hawaii, and I engaged in many fun activities with Leroy and a few ladies we picked up at the first club we went to when we arrived in Paris. I did some work out in the dungeon, but I know I needed to hit the gym if I want to stay fit, so I made sure I spend the morning hours in the gym. A war is coming and I need to be ready for it, I need to outsmart this bastard, I need to save my people.
  • I noticed that I was being tailed by some unknown guys. I don’t have my wolf, yet, so I couldn’t smell them to know if they are lycans. But ever since I uncovered the secrets of the scrolls, I discovered that my body reacts in a certain way whenever I’m about to face danger. It’s like a warning sign and I’m learning to understand it and use it to our advantage.
  • I see these guys following us around, keeping track of everything we do. I know they were sent by King Gerald and I realize that he is trying to get the location of the last healer through me. He must think that I am searching for her in Paris and Hawaii. He is so damn stupid. If only he knows that he is the reason why I embarked on this trip. I want to see the methods he would use to trail me, I want to study all his strategies before I go back home. That way I would be able to protect myself when I finally find her. I went for an MRI to see If there was a GPS tracker inside of me. I know king Gerald can be a paranoid bastard, and I’m not ready to take any chances with him.
  • I know if I have a bug planted in my body, the MRI machine will rip it right out. I was right, though. I found an implant on my left thumb. That prompted me to do a full-body x-ray and just look. Anything metal will stick out like a sore thumb. I made sure I got it all out, and after I did, I decided to come back home and begin my mission to find my mate and save our race.
  • It was a Thursday night when I got back. My welcome party would be held the next day, so I decided to keep my arrival a secret and lay low until tomorrow. I did not go to the pack house and I did not inform my parents that I was in town. Only two people knew about my return, the manager of my four-star hotel, Frederick, and the manager of my nightclub, Dawson. I’ve received their reports for the last five years and I must confess that I’m impressed with their dedication and hard work. I know we can do better, but I’m still impressed with what they gave achieved so far. It’s quite encouraging.
  • I Let them know that I don’t want to be seen or disturbed. I made use of the secret entrances, and I had fun all through the night until one dumb, proud, blonde bitch decided to empty a tray filled with drinks on me, and in so doing she ruined my plans and made my presence known to everyone in the club. The most annoying part of it is that she is not remorseful at all. If anything, she had this arrogant look on her face and it infuriated me even more.
  • She is beautiful, yet so proud and stubborn. I can’t believe that she refused to apologize for her mistakes. I feel so strange to be around her, my body was reacting strangely to her presence. I didn’t think deeply about these strange feelings, I’m too tired to think about anything else, but her clumsiness and stubbornness.
  • Who the hell does she think she is?