Chapter 2: CHAPTER 2

“Don’t leave me, please,” Fergus sobbed in his sleep. He was holding the blanket tightly to his chest. Alaric was seated on a sofa next to the bed as he sipped his glass of fresh blood. He watched as Fergus tossed and turned and wondered what kind of dream he was having. At that moment, the king took his time to look at the beauty who had occupied one of his plush beds.

Suddenly Fergus grabbed the pillow and pressed on it while gritting his teeth. “I’ll kill you!” This caused a laugh to erupt from Alaric; never in his life had he met a sleep talker. What made it funnier was the transition from helpless to threatening and concluded that Fergus was just a confused fella.

“Don’t leave me. I’ll kill you… What kind of dream is that? Toxic,” Alaric chortled and chugged his glass content.

He then stood up and left the room. Guard Salim was by the door as instructed. ‘Make sure he doesn’t leave or else I’ll rip you off.’ Alaric glared. The king then sauntered to the conference room that was four wings away. He was having the usual boring meeting with the elders; something he loathed and couldn’t do anything about.

By the time he was in, the room was packed and the elders were discussing among themselves. When one of them noticed his presence, the room fell to a pin-drop of silence.

King Alaric made himself comfortable at his usual spot and patiently waited for the meeting to commence. “Your highness, today we gather here to discuss some issues that have been affecting the kingdom,” Mr. Emi, the council elder, said. “A cargo had submerged inside the ocean, yesterday night. We lost tons of marijuana and bhang that summed to a hundred million dollars.”

“Who was in charge of this cargo?” Alaric questioned in annoyance. In a span of one month, they had lost two cargos which if handled carefully, would generate a lot of revenue for the kingdom. The room fell into silence as everyone stared at their notes.

“Prince Cassius was in charge,” Mr. Emi said silently as though he was whispering. Alaric was angry but he contained himself, “And where is that shiii…?” Prince Cassius, Alaric’s brother had missed the conference and this was his habit whenever he messed up something. “He called in sick, your highness.”

The meeting went on with Alaric in a sour mood the whole time. He was planning on how to deal with his brother. He always wanted his brother to have some responsibility in the kingdom but as time went by, he realized how incompetent the man was.

“Yesterday, a cargo of slaves arrived at the port and by evening we will receive them,” Mr. Damon, the minister of labor, interrupted the king’s thoughts. Alaric hummed a response, clearly not interested in the topic.

“As a norm, we will choose the best of them all and present her to you, your highness,” the minister gave a point, trying so hard to please the angry king.

“No need for that, just choose the best for yourselves. And with all due respect my elders, I would love to leave this meeting,” the king spared no time and left. He went straight to his office where he sat with his back on the wall and bhang between his fingers. He took a deep draw of smoke and sighed.

Through the mind link, he called his brother, ‘Cassius, I need you in my office in the next two minutes!’ He commanded.

After three minutes, Prince Cassius walked in. He held his head so low, showing how guilty he was. “Why are you late?” the king arched his left eyebrow and looked at his brother in frustration. Cassius stood in fear and dared not to meet his brother’s eyes.

“Come’re,’ Alaric summoned and his brother walked towards – trembling. “I swear I don’t know what happened. There was a missing cargo and….” Alaric looked at his brother with a blank expression. “Brother, please believe me,” Cassius pleaded. “Just talk. All I want is to understand what happened this time,” he then placed the bhang between his lips and urged Cassius to continue.

“Alaric, I swear, I’m telling you the truth. When the cargos were being packed, we had a total of six but when we were getting to the shores, we realized one was missing,” Cassius’ voice trembled. “I don’t know how that happened. We were…”  Alaric stood up – cutting off – and blew the smoke on his brother’s face. “Seems like the only thing you can do is prince around. You are my brother; you need to do your job!” The elder brother stared at Cassius slightly angry, “One mistake and I’ll have you demoted and punished. There’s something I feel like you’re hiding. Get out,” Alaric sighed and walked to the sofa right next to his huge mahogany desk.

He wasn’t wrong. Over the past months, Cassius had been acting fishy. Alaric promised to find out sooner before serious problems befell the kingdom. He knew asking for everything that had happened, he would receive the old same story.

Alaric then decided to go back and check on his captive. Fergus sat calmly with his eyes closed although he was picking on his fingers and biting on his tongue. He then felt a weary presence in the room and dared not to open his eyes for he was afraid of what he would see or even do. “Open your eyes!” Alaric ordered in his raspy scary voice.

“Who are you? And what do you want from me?” Fergus’ asked with a trembling voice. His eyes were still closed.

The king rolled his eyes and walked toward the man – completely ignoring his question. “What’s your name?” Alaric asked.

“Fergus.”

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“Fergus,” Alaric repeated as he recalled someone with that name being called yesterday night, “Open your eyes, Fergus.”

“You will turn to stone,” Fergus jokingly warned; his eyes affected people. The werewolf was aware he didn’t have his eyepatch so he was afraid of what would happen. And he usually joked when he wanted to calm his nerves.

“Medusa died a long time ago. No traces of her descendants still exist. And I think your snakes are dead,” Alaric said checking out Fergus’ locks. This statement made Fergus break into a fit of laughter. He then opened his eyes – locking eyes with Alaric’s orbs that frightened the hell out of him. Alaric’s eyes were black and void of emotions. He also held a stoic face while studying the beauty of Fergus’ mismatched almond eyes.

The whole time, Fergus had averted his eyes and stared at anything but him. “Stop staring at me like that!” Fergus bellowed rudely; interrupting Alaric’s gaze. “What?” the vamp nonchalantly asked. “I said stop staring at me like that!” The guy shouted again.

Alaric held Fergus’ chin. His cold hands came into contact with the werewolf’s face. Fergus’s shivered trying to pry away. This made Alaric hold his chin tightly. “Now speak without shouting,” the king prompted. Fergus held fear in his eyes as they had a staring competition. “Stop staring at me like that.”

“Like what?” Alaric hummed and let go of his chin.

“Like you… you want to…”

“To what?” Alaric snickered as his alluring lips stretched into a smile exposing his sharp fangs. The werewolf gasped in fear and awe. He was in awe as he stared at Alaric whose smile reached his eyes making him more beautiful. The king had bristly eyebrows with eyes that sparkled with mirth. His raven hair, perfectly coiffed to the side, and a perfect aquiline nose complemented his cheekbones. His defined jawline held a shadow of stubble; handsome was an understatement.

“And now, whose staring?”

“Both of us?” Said Fergus – whose hands threatened to caress Alaric’s face.

“I can’t help it,” Alaric said with nervousness. “You are just so beautiful. I don’t know if that’s the right word,” he snickered.

“You are breathtaking,” Fergus whispered.

Alaric’s smile fell and his face was replaced with his usual apathetic expression. All this time, Fergus had realized nothing happened to Alaric; he was busy staring at him.

“I’m sorry,” Fergus apologized and looked away. “Sorry for what?” A small smile made its way onto the king’s face.

“Nothing,” Fergus rolled his eyes.

“Are you bipolar?” Alaric asked squinting his eyes; had a confused look.

“I mean… are you bipolar?” Fergus fired back in anger.

“Could you repeat that without shouting?” Alaric politely asked.

“Or else what?” Fergus shouted. “How the fuck, do you call me bipolar? Do you think that’s a compliment?”

Alaric zoned out and was now staring at the wall. On the other hand, Fergus spewed out words in a harsh tone – nonstop. Alaric stood up and walked to a seat right on the left side of the room. he brought out a blunt and a lighter then lit it. When the smoke hit his lips he closed his eyes and gave a heavy sigh. “And I wonder why you were stabbed,” Alaric murmured, but loud enough for the enraged wolf to hear.

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