Twenty Two : Zanthos' True Mate
The entire stifling atmosphere had immediately changed with this woman’s appearance. Her warm kind smile and friendly aura seemed to take away from Zanthos dark attitude.
“Don’t mind this boy. He’s just a big ol’ tease.” She turned to me with a really warm smile when her eyes roamed over the contours of my face, eyes shimmering with astonishment at what she saw.
“I knew you were beautiful beneath all of that makeup but I didn’t expect you to be this gorgeous!” She exclaimed.
I really didn’t know what to reply to her comment other than, “Thank you.”
Who doesn’t like compliments?
“Pardon my rudeness, sweetheart. I never introduced myself the other night but I am Adaleide, Eros and Zanthos grandmother. Everyone just calls me granny Ada.” She reached out and hugged me to her in a warm bear hug and I could smell the scent of sweet desserts and tasty food.
“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Emi,” I reply when she finally released me from her arms.
She definitely reminded me of my grandmother with the fragrance of delicious food always surrounding her.
And I’m suddenly hit with the feeling of home sickness.
“We won’t keep you from the tour, sweetheart. Come on, Zanthos, I need you to help me stir while I make the cookies,” Ada said with a knowing glance at the tall male who didn’t look like he was willing to go bake cookies with her.
While I wasn’t too sure I really wanted to eat those cookies that Zanthos helped make since he had a dark look on his face at the idea of baking cookies with his grandmother. I was slightly scared that he might put something in them.
What if I got diarrhea from it? That sounds gross but Zanthos is too suspicious for me to believe him.
“Zanthos makes the best cookies, Emi,” Ada explained as if I really cared for Zanthos cookies at the moment.
“Yes, Emi. You’ll have to try some of my cookies. They’re better than Eros’,” Zanthos replied with this really creepy curve of his thin lips that gave me the heebie-jeebies. He acted as if cookies meant something else instead of just being a regular cookie.
What was it supposed to mean other than cookie?
I shrugged my shoulders, waving them off when Ada had caught his forearm and dragged him off with her, like how she had shoved and dragged me around earlier. This old woman was really more stronger than her frail body let on. I was definitely fooled in the beginning and was reminded of the fact that you shouldn’t judge a person by their outer appearance. Look where that got me!
Before they finally disappeared from sight, Zanthos had turned his head around and gave me this slightly wide and creepy smile as if to say that this wasn’t the last that I will see of him.
I’m sure that if I see him coming, I am going to go the opposite way.
No doubt about it.
“Are you scared of Zanthos?” I asked when Rora led us down another set of hallways. Her shoulders had stiffened at my question and her wide smile seemed to wilt for a split second before she managed to maintain that bright happy face.
“He is very...intimidating and...” She seemed to ponder on the correct word to say, her fingers were nervously pinching the fabric of her shirt between thumb and forefinger.
“Zanthos used to be our Alpha,” Rora said with a slightly hushed voice as if she was afraid that someone was listening in on us.
I couldn’t help the shivers from wracking my form just from the thought of Zanthos being the Alpha. In fact, it made my skin crawl. Imagine what would have happened if I was stuck with him instead of Eros? I can already see that dreary and dark path that I would have to travel. It would suck to be his mate. Literally. Whoever the lucky girl was, I really prayed for her.
“What happened?” I asked since the itch of curiosity had got to me and I wondered as to how Zanthos could have lost his status as Alpha in this pack. I had rarely heard of something like that happening before; although, it wasn’t impossible. Werewolves with the Alpha gene can be fought for their role as Alpha by the stronger opponent but most knew not to challenge an Alpha. It was against their own code and instincts to usurp or fight their Alpha. The instinct to obey the command of the higher up Alpha was extremely hard to go against. In this world, the stronger always stood at the top, no matter the species or race.
“Zanthos lost his position a long time ago because of his true mate.”
Just at the mention of ‘true mate’, I was down for the long story.
“Was his mate someone in the pack?”
“No. His true mate was a rogue. Her name was Lillith,” she said with a slight emphasis on the word ‘rogue’. Rora didn’t sound like she really liked this Lillith a lot and I was slightly curious as to why she used the word ‘was’ instead of ‘is’.
“She worked with the hunters and killed almost half of the pack in a trap that the hunters had set up. Zanthos, who was our Alpha at the time, was nowhere to be found during this fight. Everyone was in uproar over this and so Alpha Eros’ had stepped up and led us to safely retreat. Lillith had been captured by Toran, our Beta, and brought to trial but Zanthos protected Lillith and had willingly let Alpha Eros supersede him as Alpha.”
Who knew that Zanthos was so willing to give up everything for love? He definitely didn’t look like the type. Who knew? I definitely didn’t.
“So what happened to Lillith then?” I pondered, watching her changing expressions as she spoke. I was curious as to if Zanthos succeeded in protecting his mate to the end; even though, she was a traitor of this pack.
“Alpha Eros killed her when she leaked out information from the pack to hunters again.” Her eyes were downcast at the rather morose story.
“I’m sure Zanthos didn’t just stand around and let that happen,” I interjected. He truthfully didn’t look like the type that willingly gave up without a fight. I didn’t expect him to because mates were very important to werewolves, no matter how much of a jerk they were.
“You are correct. Alpha Eros and Zanthos was very close before all of this. When Lillith died, Zanthos had gone into a lethal blood rage and the two had fought in the most vicious battle I had ever seen.”
It was sad that Lillith had managed to create this chaos between the brothers, especially because they were close to each other before her appearance. I’m sure that both Zanthos and Eros can’t go back to before now. From Rora’s attitude, I am sure that Lillith didn’t love Zanthos the same way he loved her. Now I feel slightly sad for him, not that I am going to willingly go and comfort him because he still creeped me out.
Now I know that his attitude towards me was probably because of the whole incident with Eros. I’m sure he’s going to try to sabotage again. I just know it.
“I remember that Alpha Eros had even lost an arm in this fight,” she said to herself, nodding along when I couldn’t help but feel my skin crawl at the thought of losing an arm. I am sure that Eros had both arms when I saw him. They felt and looked real. So how did he manage to grow it back?
As if noting my slight curiosity, Rora explained, “Strong Alpha’s are capable of regrowing limbs or other body parts in several decades length of time.”
That sounded pretty magical like unicorn and rainbow.
This was something that I didn’t know because I was never given the opportunity to experiment on Class A Alpha’s. Only higher up scientists had the chance to choose range and class of specimens compared to my low status in the government research facilities given only Class F Omega’s or Gamma’s. I do remember hearing that the scientists had developed a new type of substance that once ingested, can help hunter’s heal faster after fights. Perhaps, it was from their experimentation with the Class A Alpha’s who had this magical ability to regrow missing limbs.
“I wish I had that ability,” I slowly said. The thought of being able to regrow an arm or leg sounds like a pretty cool power. It was almost like the thought of knowing you can never die, like an immortal.
“You have an ability similar to that, Emi! Your womb is capable of healing and regrowing almost ten times faster that the regular human or werewolf. If anyone ever tries to remove your womb, your body will automatically regrow it.” Rora said as if that was something that I should be extremely proud of.
What in the hell did she just say?
I am sure that I had on a rather dumbfounded expression on my face at this new information that I was given by Rora. Should I be more proud or horrified that I had this kind of...talent?
I’m not too sure. But, at least, now I know that I have a super womb that was not only capable of birthing full blooded werewolf children but had the strange and miraculous ability to heal and regenerate.
I am super excited, please note my sarcasm.