Chapter 5 05

Gerald woke up with sweat beaded to his forehead. He looked around his room in an awfully confused state as he tried to track his bearings, but all he got in response was a striking pain from his almost comatose brain.

His animalistic senses were suddenly aware and on edge as he straightened his back on the bed.

The soft beam of light that escaped through the crevices of his window was now casting directly on his bed, which indicated he was late. He was late.

"Shit." He muttered under his breath as he got up from his position. He shouldn't have followed his desires.

The training between him and some of his friends from the other region is today, he wouldn't even like the idea of disappointing his pack.

He made an attempt to stand up, so that he would shortly clear up and move to the combat ground. His head was still hazy and pounds from the liquor he had taken the other night.

He is very much lightheaded, making him wonder why he was reacting to the liquor this much.

All his attempts to stand up were no avail. He sighed, the more he waste his time from trying to stand up, the more time he loses.

"Guard." He screamed at the pitch of his voice but also croaked. A guard who was assigned to be a bodyguard to Omega and guard him hurriedly make his way inside the room.

The guard bowed. "I am here my master." The guard answered. He ordered the guard to help him to the bathroom. Gerald winced due to the pain that omitted through his body as the guard walked him to the bathroom.

He dismissed the guard. He knew for sure, he will have his strength back after getting a hot steamy bath. Not that he is used to being weak that way, but there is no way hot bath wouldn't help him.

Finally, he was feeling a little better than the time he made his first attempt to stand up. With a hand holding the shower glass, he used the other one to wrap a towel around his waist and one on his shoulders.

He took slow strides back to the room. His room is the real definition of dark and simple. On the wall, hung a portrait which is believed to be the portrait of the Goddess by his parents and also the world.

Gerald never believed in things like that but his mother was more than determined to have him keep the portrait. "Go with it, for it will keep you safe one day." She had informed him.

On his bed was the combat attire he is meant to wear. The guard had everything sorted out while he was in the bathroom. He smiled, he wondered why some of the weak werewolf in the town stay committed to the higher werewolves.

Someone had said it was for protection but he believes there is more to that. Keeping his thoughts aside, he got clad in the attire.

A subtle knock came on the door and the person at the door entered without waiting for a respond. An enthusiastic Teresa made her way to him.

"Finally, you are ready." She said seductively.

Gerald released a grin. Damn, she was dressed way too flimsy for him to see and go without thinking of it. He approached her and gave a chaste kiss on the lips.

His hands made their ways to her waist. She has a figure of that of a model, she could be one with the female humans if she desires to.

She's got a flawless light-brown skin, a clear face with no pimples, a slanted grey eyes, and long lashes that are not store-bought. She is the perfect height for modeling too, but a little thicker than those toothpicks on the runaway.

He had never seen her wear the same outfit twice, she made sure she never. Gerald admires Teresa more than any other woman in his life-Why?-because she is the definition of perfect and would definitely make a great Luna one day. He has no intention of finding his mate, he is happy with his mistress.

"Yes. The liquor from yesterday night was quite strong for me, I still feel weak." He admitted.

He feels weak that he is practically holding her as a support. A smile covered the pain that is radiating through his body.

She patted his dark black hair. "It will wear out baby." She uttered, dragging him out of the room.

"I am yet to have my breakfast and I can't fight on my empty stomach." He told her.

He is still dizzy which made him quote that he will be okay after eating. "Such a boy." She joked as she led him to the dining area that was adjoined to the kitchen.

Teresa ordered the maids to arrange the food trays on the dining table for him.He was the only one in the house that is yet to have breakfast.

"Thank you." He smiled at the little girl that had served him. She is old enough to be his junior sister and he likes the way she is. So naive and obedient.

She would always meet him for fighting lessons on days that he is less busy. "I want to learn how to fight so that I can protect myself and you." He remembered her words.

He had laughed at her after, till he heard the news of young girls being targeted now. He decided to teach the poor girl how to fight for her life, even his mate, Teresa was against it.

"I don't understand why you associate your self with lower life Werewolf. Can't you see the fact that we are stronger than them?" She had told him when he informed her of his wish to teach the young girl and a few of her siblings that are of age.

"Enjoy your meal master." The girl said, taking the trays back to the kitchen after she was done putting the plates on the table. Unlike everyday, she didn't smile back to him. Rather, she hurriedly left the area.

That, he will find out after the fight.