Chapter 8 BLOOD MOON PACK (2)

Iris's POV

I couldn't look at Lucian after what I had just done.

"Shit." I cursed silently.

I remembered the feel of his chest under my palms and bit my lips hard to stop such thoughts from intruding.

"We have arrived." I heard him say.

Azariel got down and unlocked the car. Stepping outside, I was wowed by the mansion that stood before me but I put on a neutral expression.

I had never seen anyone like it. It was built in an ancient style unlike the common modern buildings I was used to seeing.

The mansion looked like it was from another era, with its grand arched windows and their stained design which cast colorful patterns on the surrounding area.

The entrance door stood strong and firm, with its intricate designs of wolves and other mythical creatures.

I was engrossed in admiring the building that I didn't even notice when a man walked by. He looked to be in late forties, he spoke with Lucian before walking towards me.

"Milady, I'm elder Damon. It's a pleasure to meet the new wife." He said with a twinkle in his brown eyes as he picked up my hands and kissed it.

I gave a stiff smile and scratched my hair awkwardly.

"Ah, nice to meet you too." I managed to say.

He had a creepy smile while unnerved me, I wanted to get away from him immediately.

"Hope you had a pleasant journey?" He asked.

"Yes, it was indeed pleasant." I faked another smile.

I could feel a burning gaze, and I could tell that it was Lucian. I just wanted to leave this elder's presence immediately. As we spoke, I noticed he was constantly staring at my hips.

What I wanted to do at this moment was to slap him, but I couldn't start making enemies just on the first day of arrival.

"Azariel off with his eyes." I heard Lucian say and turned to look back.

Before I could say anything, Azariel dashed with an inhuman speed towards elder Damon. He lifted him up with a knife close to his eyes.

I covered my mouth in shock and backed out. Right before my eyes, another figure dashed from nowhere and held Azariel's hand before he could remove elder Damon's eye.

What in the goddess's name was going on?

The figure who had stopped Azariel was a man. He was very tall, and had long flowing white hair, with golden-coloured eyes. I sucked in my breath, he looked like a god.

"Ariel, let me go." Azariel growled.

"I'll let you go if you take back your knife. I won't stand back and let you hurt him." The god-like man said, pulling Azariel from elder Damon.

"He's done something to you and you know it!" Azariel yelled.

"No brother. I'm perfectly fine." The god-like man answered with a mischievous smile.

Brother?

I darted my eyes from Azariel to the god-like man, searching for any hint of resemblance but found none. Lucian, on the other hand, stood behind them watching without saying a word.

Come to think of it, he has been on that cloak since we left home. The only thing visible to me was his eyes, and I wondered what he would look like under the cloak.

"Watch out Lucian, watch out. This one seems prettier than the rest of them, to me." Elder Damon laughed, revealing his crooked brown teeth.

"I'll fucking kill you!" Azariel growled as he dashed at elder Damon.

"It's okay Azariel, let's go. Ariel, escort my wife to the mansion." I heard Lucian say.

Did that mean he wasn't coming to the mansion with me? Where was he going?

I turned to face him and our eyes met. I squinted my eyes to see if I could catch a glimpse of his face, but he adjusted his cloak and left with Azariel.

"Thank you Ariel for your help." Elder Damon smiled, while still staring at my hips.

I couldn't help but glare at him with disgust, I wished Azariel had gotten a hold of him.

"And-"

I heard a heavy cracking sound as elder Damon was punched before he could complete his words.

"That was soo satisfying." The god-like man smiled as he cracked his knuckles.

I looked at him confusedly then back at elder Damon who laid on the ground, bleeding from his nose.

"Let's go, milady. My name is Ariel, it's a pleasure to meet you." He said, as he picked up my hands and kissed it.

It seemed this was their own way of introducing themselves, reminds me of the medieval times.

"I'm Iris." I muttered, still confused at what was going on.

Wasn't he in support of elder Damon earlier? Then why did he hit him?

"Don't mind my behaviour earlier. I just had to, Azariel would kill him." He explained as if reading my thoughts.

I nodded slowly in understanding. Azariel acted in accordance with Lucian's command, yet Ariel had dared to interrupt. Lucian didn't seem pissed at him, he instead asked him to escort me like nothing happened.

"Welcome to Blood moon. You'll definitely enjoy your stay here." He grinned.

"Yes, in the grave." I thought.

"You must have heard of the tales of Luci's missing wives. Don't let them scare you, I promise you'd be fine. As long as lay low and abide by his rule." He started, "but I know you'll be fine. You're a good girl, aren't you?"

He patted my head and I looked at him warily.

"We are finally here." He sighed as we reached the doors of the mansion which opened upon our presence.

The interior of the mansion was just as beautiful as the outside, if not more. Ranging from the well polished stairs, to the chandeliers, to the beautiful marbled floors and the long, ancient walls.

"I'll take you to your room first so you can have a nice rest. Tomorrow, I'll send the chief maid to your room to handle all your needs." He said as he laid me up the stairs.

"Your meal will be sent to your room, and Luci will be back tomorrow."

I noticed the way he shortened Lucian's name, maybe they were close or something.

"Good bye, milady. See you later."

"Call me Iris." I blurted.

I wasn't too comfortable with the whole "milady" and all.

"Oh, I understand. You aren't used to this." He chuckled, "You see, I had a father like you. So, I know what it means to be wolf less."

I froze on the spot at his words. How did he know?