Chapter 3 Love Bites

• I groan and hit my head on the pillow over and over again with a frown stuck on my face.
• What is wrong with me.
• He could have marked me for all I know.
• Urgh.
• I jump out of the bed and hurry to the bathroom.
• Maybe water will wash away my thoughts of what just happened.
• When I step into the bathroom, I immediately forget what I am about to do.
• It’s just so big…
• And it’s so beautiful!
• How can someone have this kind of bathroom, it surpasses everything I thought it to be.
• Oh Goddess!
• Now I am daydreaming over a bathroom.
• My hormones are all over the place, like literally… in a way.
• Hmm.
• I wash my face and blow out a breath. I look horrible.
• I wonder what he thinks when he stares at me.
• A girl who was abandoned by her parents?
• A female crazy enough to almost reject her mate.
• I scoff.
• I’m sure that’s what he sees when he stares at me; and I am sure that one day he will wake up and decide that he doesn’t want little ole me again.
• I sigh.
• Gosh, I am a mess.
• With an eye roll, I wrap my hair wi
• Goddess!
• He gave me a hickey…
• No, hickeys.
• I just had one moment with him and he gave me love bites?
• I glare at my reflection as I fall down my hair, trying to cover it up.
• It won’t work anyways.
• He literally just marked me.
• It isn’t a permanent mark, but it is enough for everyone to know that I am his mate…
• I can be so stupid sometimes.
• I really don’t know what’s wrong with my head.
• A knock comes from the bedroom door, making me stop my silly thoughts.
• I still.
• Hopefully, it will be a maid but still, I have to stay here.
• It would be a bit embarrassing walking out with Sebastian’s scent all over me.
• The door opens and I hear footsteps in Sebastian’s room and judging by the scent, I know it is a male but not Sebastian.
• “Who is in there?” I ask loudly, walking out of the bathroom.
• “I should ask you the same thing,” The male folds his arm across his chest.
• I never doubted that it was a male that I scented.
• Ha.
• I have never doubted my nose.
• I raise an eyebrow at the odd looking male, “What are you doing here?”
• He wags a finger at me, “You little lady, need to get out of here.”
• I scowl deeply.
• How old does he think I am…
• Five?
• “What do you want, grandpa.”
• He frowns at me too, “You need to get out of here. Whatever thing you had with the king is over.”
• What?
• Did Sebastian send him to kick me out?
• “What do you mean?”
• He rolls his eyes and decides that he has had enough, “His mate is here and now, you need to go. I feel like I have been saying that since we started this conversation.” He drags me by the arm rather painfully while I struggle with him.
• It is then that I understand that it is a misunderstanding.
• Sebastian didn’t send him to chase me away.
• This male is just trying to chase away me because he thinks that I am slut…
• But I am not a slut, I am the king’s mate.
• I hit his hand a couple of times but he doesn’t let me go.
• “I am Sebastian’s mate, you bastard.”
• He hums at me in a very mocking way, “All the females say that, you see. I am getting very tired of Sebastian’s need to get a release. He never chooses the same female, always jumping from one to another.”
• This psychopath!
• “And why is that, you might ask? I don’t know myself. He just can’t keep it in his pants. I am surprised that he hasn’t gotten STDs by now.”
• I know!
• All this while he has been dragging me out of the castle and when he reaches outside the gates, he drops me carelessly on the ground.
• “Hey, watch it.”
• He doesn’t acknowledge that statement, “Don’t ever come back or the king will have your head.”
• I roll my eyes with a sneer, “Oh, I am shaking in my boots.”
• No, I am not.
• “I warned you.”
• As he walks back into the castle’s premises, I run after him but I am not fast enough.
• He closes the gate in my face with a smirk on his face.
• “Bastard!” I scream at his back as he walks inside and the guards take their posts.
• He turns momentarily, “You better get out of here before I show you how much of a bastard I am.”
• Er…
• Is that supposed to scare me?
• This is a really crazy guy.
• “Need some help?”
• I didn’t realize that someone was behind me all this time. I hope he didn’t see anything…
• As I turn, I frown.
• Oh, it’s a she.
• “Excuse me?”
• She blinks at me and I take this time to study her.
• She looks around my age, technically a shewolf and carrying a stack of clothes?
• Okay?
• That’s new…
• “You look like you need help, come with me.”
• She walks away, heading to the city and I scowl behind her.
• Er…
• Okay?
• Looking back at the castle, I know that I won’t be allowed in as long as that male is in there, so I follow her.
• It’s all I can do right now.
• Thank the goddess that the city is a bit far from the castle.
• So nobody saw what just happened.
• She leads me through many paths and pass many houses.
• All the while, I try to store everywhere we pass in my head, whether the scent or faces of the people.
• I don’t know why she is helping me or where she is taking me to.
• You can’t just trust someone on your first meeting…
• We stop at a small cottage with a calm scenery close to it.
• I don’t want to say this but I think she is poor, in a way.
• I guess I said it.
• She spares me a glance before she ushers me inside.
• The living room looks like it is lacking somethings, but it is very cozy.
• “I’ll show you were you will stay. Come on.”
• Is that a good thing or bad thing?
• I follow her into a room, a bedroom. Though this place lacks the modern gadgets and maybe a few home materials, it looks very comfortable.
• She really did a great job here.
• She drops the stack on clothes on the bed and turns to smile at me, “If you need anything, I will be out so just get settled in.”
• I frown at her. “Why did you bring me here?
• “My name is Estella.”
• “I didn’t ask you for your name.”
• She exhales and drops her smile, “I brought you here because you clearly needed some help.”
• No, I didn’t.
• I still don’t, right?
• “Why are you helping me then?”
• “Because I want to.”
• What?
• “Why?”
• I feel like we are just running round in circles.
• “When is it a crime to help someone?”
• I roll my eyes at her, “I don’t know you and I don’t trust you, okay. So talk.”
• She groans with a distant smile on her face, “I know how it feels to be in the position you are right now?”
• “And what position is that, exactly?” I arch an eyebrow at her.
• “My mother was thrown out that same gate by the former King after he slept with her, so I know the shame you will have to face even though I didn’t experience it first hand.”
• Oh.
• I guess all the Kings didn’t wait for their mates.
• “Yeah, I guess so.”
• Did I say that out loud?
• Damn, I did.
• “I am sorry for what your mother went through, but I am not a slut.”
• “If you say so,” She shrugs at me, making me frown.
• Do I look like one?
• “Just stay here, you can’t be walking around with hickeys and the king’s scent on you.”
• I know.
• “Where are you going?”
• “I have work to do.”
• Oh…
• “Can I come with?”
• She scowls deeply at me as she stares at me in disbelief, “Did you not here a word I just said?”
• I roll my eyes.
• I tend to do that a lot now.
• “You could give me your clothes. Your scent would be enough to cover his. I just have to avoid getting too close to someone.”
• She squints at me, dramatically. It takes a while but she agrees.
• When I get dressed in her clothes, we set out.
• Where?
• I don’t know.
• To be fair, I am only going out I mean going out like out of the house, not like on a date or something.
• Oh goddess.
• My head is really messed up.
• “My name is Minerva, by the way.”
• “Nice to me you, Minerva.”
• So, we set out.
• Yeah, that’s a better way of saying it.
• She leads me pass all the houses and paths we followed before, and all the while people continue to stare at me.
• It is very creepy, but I understand. They have never seen me before, they are simply curious, that’s all.
• I have the urge to ask Estella where we are going, but she looks like she knows where she is heading to, so I keep my mouth shut.
• “Estella, Estella!”
• Urgh…
• She stops and turns towards the voice, I stay behind her hoping the scent will be masked.
• I can sense her smile as she sees the little kid run towards her, his face full with glee.
• “Hey, Rusty.”
• The little kid smiles back at her. I can see his gaped teeth, it makes me want to smile too.
• He looks so carefree as he mumbles words into her ear.
• At a point, he notices me standing at a small distance and his smile turns upside down…
• “Who is that, Estella?”
• She turns her head to my direction. She doesn’t need to figure out that it is me the little kid is talking about.
• I try to keep a stone face as I fold my arms across my chest.
• “That’s a friend of mine, Rusty.”
• The little kid frown stays in place, “A friend?” Estella nods at his question, “She smells funny.”
• What?
• Estella moves away from the kid, holding a laugh, “I gotta go, Rusty. Say hi to your sister for me?”
• This makes the kid’s eyes shift from me and goes back to Estella.
• He nods, “Sure.”
• Estella places a kiss on his cheek before we turn to leave.
• Behind us I hear, “Bye, funny smelling lady.”
• Estella bursts out laughing and I frown, turning to look at the waving kid.
• Funny smelling lady…
• Really?