Chapter 4 4.My House

Jamal Kunis POV

I had received a call from Conrad that he was on his way back to the palace and he had come with the girl for the surrogacy.

I sat at the stairs of the palace, with the White Witch standing by my left hand and on my left hand, where Conrad was supposed to stand, a member of my Council of Elders. We awaited the arrival of Conrad.

Some minutes later, I saw the outline of both their bodies as they walked down the way that led straight right into the front doors of the castle. As they arrived at the staircase just beneath me, Conrad took a bow before climbing the steps and resuming his position on my right-hand side while the girl remained below.

She was human, and the difference was clear: she was smaller than the average female werewolf, she was not as curvy and not as beautiful. But I had to take that last part back the moment she raised her head up to look at me. I looked to my side just in time to catch the suspicious glance of the White Witch. I knew right then we were thinking the same thing. This girl looked exactly like the Dark Witch, the one who had betrayed me and placed the curse upon me. This was more than a mere resemblance. I studied the girl for quite some time, noticing how she continuously bit her lips. Oddly enough, I found it attractive already.

Methis Delis POV

Standing before the Lycan King as Conrad had called his title to me was no easy feat. Sure all it took was just to stand, but there was more to just the standing. There were the stares from his entire entourage. I was originally scared that the welcome would be more loud and full of drinks and laughs and that my husband would try to have me at once in his room, but there was nothing in this world that could have prepared him for what I experienced next. The welcome was quiet and next to nonexistence. The king stood on the steps that led to the castle, towering over me even from the distance we had kept apart from each other. He was huge and intimidating in nature.

I could hardly believe my eyes that I had to be the one who would bear a child for this regal wolf. As much as I thought it weird, it looked as if it was supposed to be an honour. On my way to the castle on foot beside Conrad, I noticed a few women Conrad had whispered to me were also werewolves. They were bigger than the average woman though not overly significantly bigger and they possessed more curves which made me silently wonder why the Lycan King would leave all of that and go for me. However, I dare not utter that thought out loud.

After apprehending me for what felt like almost an hour, and sharing glances with a certain woman who was robed in white and sported bleach white hair as well as Conrad, Jamal the Lycan King –Conrad had told me his name – walked away with his men and the white lady without even uttering a single word to me or anyone.

Once he was gone and the door was shut behind him, I turned to Conrad who he had left behind with me. He must have read the confusion evident in my face because all he did was smile his creepy-looking smile that I was slowly getting used to.

His smile eventually faded with what I thought was a sigh of relief and he spoke: "Bloody hell."

"What?" I asked.

"You really do look like her."

"Like who?"

Conrad did not respond but waved me over as we both entered the castle.

Inside of it was large and amazing. Different germs lined the curtains that designed the wall and the wall itself was not lacking in the abundance of ancient art that tattooed it from head to toe. It was a lot to take in at first sight and I knew that even after a week here, there would still be a whole lot to learn and discover in this castle.

I felt tiny inside the castle. Like I should not be here. I kept stealing glances to my side at Conrad trying to observe how he behaved. He kept his head straight as he walked, he did not look regard the art works on the wall or the germs on the curtains even for a second.

"We are here," he called.

"Where?"

We stood in front of a large door that had two golden wolf heads embodied into the door as its handle. The door had a silver lining and a pattern made of brass that drew something I was too overwhelmed to understand yet.

The moment we got inside I realized that this was my room. Spacious was an understatement for what this room was. Twice of my house's entire compound was probably not equal to half of this room.

"Quite a decent room, is it?" Conrad asked with a tint of tease in his voice.

"It's... it's." I turned to look at him. He was leaning against the wall picking at his nails. "I don't know what to say."

"Well, I suggest you save your breath for when you meet the King." He walks over to the door. "You might have a bulk load of explaining to do. So do I." He exits.

The beauty of the room left me and I was frightened.