Chapter 5 4.My Lord

Jamal Kunis POV

I walked into my room unceremoniously, banging the door behind me as I entered the room. What was my Beta thinking? What was Conrad thinking when he walked into the human world and out of all the choices there were to make, had to settle for a human girl who looked exactly like the Dark Witch? He just had to leave every fish in the ocean and pick the one that resembled the very epitome of pain and suffering, the one that had led their world into war and near extinction.

I took off my outer robe and flung it yards out. It connected with one of the lamps in my room and shattered to the ground, knocking two more glass ornaments on their way to the ground.

Then I heard a knock on the door. I was not in the mood for visitors but still I answered it. "Come in."

I was expecting it to be Conrad so I paced up to the door angrily but stopped halfway when I saw my surrogate. She took a step back, puzzled, but had already accidentally closed the door behind her. I stare into her eyes until she drops her gaze to the ground. Her eyes subtly scan my room and I sense her fear once her sight lands on the broken glass mess I had made with my coat barely a minute ago.

She was scared of me. She was probably regretting her decision to come here to be my surrogate. But why would an 18-year-old who must have had her own ambitions give it all up to be a surrogate wife? Perhaps only time will tell if it was a ruse and she was who she looked like.

"What is your name?" I asked her.

"Methis, my lord. Methis Delis," she answered.

My lord, I thought, this one has manners for a human who had no idea of our traditions. I remained silent to see if she was going to speak any further or just stand and eventually, she spoke.

"Please forgive me my lord but I thought it would be wise if I had come to see my husband after what must have been a stressful day." Her voice was delicate, but it was not without its cracks. "Hope I did not come at the wrong time."

I regard her for what must have been five minutes. Her legs were shaky, so were her fingers. My presence was torturing her. It was amusing to watch and I laughed.

Methis jerked her head up in surprise at my laugh, nearly stumbling back but holding up in time to regain her cool.

She did not seem to be a bad person. At least she was frightened of me. It was pathetic that I was concerned about her being the Dark Witch. The Dark Witch never fears. This one was 18 and I was 33, she was feeble and I was strong, she was a human teenager and I was the King of the werewolves, what threat could she possibly be capable of carrying against me?

I stood up from the bed I sat on and moved slowly towards her. I could feel her body stiffen with every step I took until I had closed the gap between us and her body was physically unable to stiffen any harder. She still had her head bowed. I raise them up and stare into her eyes though she looked away after holding my gaze for a mere two seconds.

I moved my hands from her jaw up to her lips. Caressing it slightly. My other hand took her hands and I pressed them slightly, trying my best to calm her down but nothing seemed to be working. Somehow, I understood her, it was a lot to take in to be honest, having to change environment so quickly with almost zero time to adapt. She was going from a struggling family to a castle in a matter of hours. It was a lot to take in.

"Have you been fed today?" I asked, trying to show concern.

"Yes, I have."

"How was the meal?"

"It was wonderful, my lord."

I wanted to stop her from calling me 'my lord' but I decided against it. Let that stay as a form of barrier if she ever tries to go against me or has the thoughts of it.

Methis was till trembling in my arms, not from cold but from fear, I almost forgot that I was still touching her lips, and slowly, I leaned it and replaced my hands with my lips.

Methis Delis POV

My body froze instinctively as his lips locked with mine. I did not kiss him back neither did I pull away, I just let him do what he was doing. He eventually broke off and looked deep into my eyes but it was difficult to hold a gaze with him. It was very frightening to do so. My eyes bulged open and my mouth hand hung open as well. I did not know whether I should smile or frown or blush but all I knew is I was having this feeling of shock. I never believed that I was going to kiss a guy I had just met a few hours ago, in fact, we have not even properly met, all we did was a mere introduction were we barely spoke words and now we were kissing. Deep down I wondered where all of this was going to lead to seeing that we still had a lot of time to spend together in this castle.

King Jamal pushed himself further, trapping me tighter between himself and the door behind me. He leaned in again and kissed me, still, I did not reciprocate the action, I just let him do as he wished. He seemed to enjoy the kiss as he began to caress my lips with his and slowly transition from flesh to teeth, biting down lightly against my lips. I had never kissed a guy before and it turned out that my first kiss was now going to involve a little bit of tease. Regardless of my arousal, I tried my best to exercise a great deal of self-control. I clenched my fist and tried to think of something else. That was all it took me to grab unto him.

I was a novice and was completely terrible at it. He probably already knew I was because he soon slowed down the kiss and took it more gently, almost like he was silently teaching me.

After a minute or two, I felt his hand stray up my shoulders towards the strap of my dress. I reached up immediately with my hand and stopped him. He pulled away gently from the kiss and looked at me. Perhaps I had made a mistake in intercepting his hand. I shivered at the thought of what he was going to do to me.