Chapter 7 7.Dark Witch

Jamal Kunis POV

I felt the burning urge to ignore her pleading and force myself on her but there was this tender innocence that her pleading radiated that made it intensely difficult to ignore the pleading.

"Why are you pleading?" I asked. It vexed me that I had paid a large amount of money I had paid only to have this girl refuse me. things were not done that way. "Why then did you agree to the contract if you were going to plead? Did you not read the contract?"

"It wasn't me," the Methis said.

"What?" I was genuinely confused.

"It was my stepmother who sold me I swear. She just did it out of nowhere." She sat up on the bed but still did not dare to look me in the eyes as we talked. "I had no idea we were going to do this on my first night. I had not prepared for such thing, my lord. If only you could just give me a little time to adapt, I promise I would not be this way."

I held her face and stared into her eyes, adjusting her head so she stared back. Tiny traces of tears had begun to trickle down from her eyes onto her cheek. But now was no time to be weak, now was a time to step up so I could save myself and the entire werewolf world from plunging itself into utter chaos. Did this girl not understand? Of course, she did not. She was human and all they cared and ever thought about was their feeling. Delicate creatures, those ones, I said to myself.

I hardened my heart from the pleas of Methis who was just right in front of me, pleading in her soft tune with an eye filled with tears and a mask of fear washed across all over her face. It was almost as if I was torturing her as if I was a monster. It was probably the way she saw me now.

"I will not ask politely again," I said, my own anger pounding hard against my heart.

Methis sniffed and pulled herself up, kneeling on the so she could be at par in terms of height with me who was currently standing at the edge of the bed. She tugged at my clothes, doing her very best to take them off. She was not very good at it. Either that or her shaky hands would not just let her do as she was commanded smoothly. With my help, she was able to take my shirt off and she now fondled with my belt. It was a simple belt so it did not take long before she took it off. However, she hesitated to take off my trousers. Perhaps for fear of what would come next after that. She leaned back, sparing a quick glance at my face and catching my eyes before looking down.

At this point I was already turned off, her demeanor had killed any ounce of mood I had previously had. I turned to her, watching as she struggled to not break down into complete tears. The memories of the Dark Witch came in a flash and I was convinced that this could not be her. The attitude did not just match in any way. The Dark Witch did not fear me, in fact, the Dark Witch feared nothing, there was no way she was going to weep over being intimate.

But Methis was different, soft in every way including her heart and light in weight, I had my doubts as to whether she was even capable of killing a fly without being traumatized by the experience.

Reluctantly, I stood up from the bed, looking down at Methis with anger. Anger that I did not want to show out for her to see.

"You can go," I said. "Get out."

She rushed to her feet immediately and took a quick bow shuffling to where her clothes laid and dressing up in haste. "Thank you, my lord," she muttered.

"Just get out." I was trying my best not to lose my cool and I think the tone of my voice was betraying my true feelings.

I sat on the bed, quiet as a graveyard. There is no way I would allow this human to toy with my emotions, I would not allow it. Not today, not in a million years. However, it was quite queer, I had to admit, that just a few seconds ago I was having this deep craving for that human – someone who I had promised myself that I would have no attachment towards. Yet, the rejection hurt like a spear to the chest.

Her likeness to the Dark Witch still could not leave me and the more I thought about it, the angrier I became about the rejection which unsurprising enough, had begun to form a connection and bear a resemblance to the betrayal I had suffered in the hands of the Dark Witch. I clenched my fist in frustration. What the hell was wrong with my Beta? Of all the girls the world had to offer, he just had to go for the one that would mess with my head. The one that resembled the woman that I once loved.