Dies Irae

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Six

Marcus’ POV

I brought her into a room that was a lot more simple than mine but still stunning. Someone as gorgeous as she deserved something equally attractive.

“Are you okay? Your bags are in the closet, I’ll be back in a moment, you’re more than welcome to come but I figured you’d unpack or whatever,” I shrugged.

Oui,” she nodded.

She was so pretty and her accent was killing me. It was precious. I found myself falling in love with it more and more with each word she spoke.

“Okay, I’ll be back, dear,” I brought her soft hand up to my lips, pressing the most tender kiss against her smooth skin. A surge of happiness hit me.

“Bye,” I whispered.

I smiled at her, softly dropping her lovely hand before I left.

I honestly couldn’t believe I found my mate. I thought it would never actually happen. It was rare and I was so unbelievably lucky that I was graced with one.

And a mate as pretty as her. It made me content. Calm. Even her name was pretty. I wanted to say it all the time but I felt like that would make her uncomfortable.

Just the thought of her feeling uneasy made a furious match of rage strike in my chest. She was uncomfortable when she smelled some bitch’s scent on my sheets.

My left eye twitched.

I walked into the kitchen, telling the head chef what to make and where I’d be dining before I left, going to the utility area. I was pissed the fuck off.

One fucking job. Wash my sheets. It should’ve been the first thing on their list and not wait until the last minute.

The rage was emitting off of me in waves. The people who saw me in the hallways took a few steps back before they nodded their heads in respect.

I shoved the door open. Everyone looked over at me. Their fear was heavy in the air. I marched right on back to Jerome. The man in charge of cleaning my sheets.

I’d never put a woman in charge just because I didn’t want them to get the wrong idea and consider that they were my cup of tea. Now, I was extremely glad about my decision.

I wouldn’t kill a female but I wouldn’t hesitate to kill a man.

“Jerome!” my voice bellowed.

His eyes were wide with terror.

I grabbed his face, forcing him to look up at me, my nails extending into his face.

“Did I, or did I not, give you a set of instructions to do before I got back?” I demanded.

“Y-you did, A-Alpha,” he panicked.

“And why aren’t they done?” I questioned, my canines elongating.

“I-I didn’t know y-you were b-back, A-Alpha,” he stuttered.

“Awe,” I pouted, “doesn’t that fucking suck? Maybe, you should get your priorities straight,” I growled, my eye twitching.

“I-”

My hand slid down his throat, digging into his skin, watching as I tore through his tissue and muscles. Blood splattered,

His dead body fell to the ground, small gasps leaving the lips of those who watched in horror.

I turned around.

“Let that be a message to all of you,” I growled out, noticing some appliances and utilities shake.

I stormed out of there, ignoring the gaze on my back from his sister.

I made a quick trip to my room, changing and ridding myself of the blood and stench of him. I went as quickly as I could. It made me feel sick to be in my room because the thought of those bedsheets was still fresh in my mind.

Some would say I had anger issues. It’d be a sin to disagree.

I left the room, making sure to fix my hair as I knocked on Ines’s door. A smile immediately graced her face as one did mine.

“Hello, dear,” I smiled.

“Hi,” she nodded, “um, someone came and dropped off that but I didn’t know what to tell them so they left,” she pointed to a portable dinner cart.

“I sent it,” I confirmed, watching in delight as her cheeks brightened.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she shook her head.

“No, no,” I panicked inside.

I never wanted her to apologize to me. Especially when she did nothing wrong.

The idea poked my feral instincts as well. I felt my left eye twitch.

“Are you okay, Marcus?” she asked, her voice smooth like honey.

The way she said my name made this huge wave of euphoria wash over me.

Her hand reached out to my bicep, her eyes cautiously looking at my face.

“I’m okay, Ines,” I said.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, dear,” I smiled.

Goddess, she was so precious. I wanted to kiss her but that’d come off too strong. Her hand on me wasn’t making this any better.

“Okay,” she nodded, “oh, I am sorry, I didn’t mean to touch you without your consent, I am so sorry,” she shook her head.

My heart!

“You can touch me all you like, Ines, I don’t have a problem with it,” I promise and I honestly meant it.

The fact that she slept on me on the ride here made me so joyous. Even though I knew the main reason she did was that she was exhausted and her bond probably led her to, it still made me elated to know she’d give in and sleep on me.

Trust.

Small, but it was there. And I loved it.

“Um, I-um,” she stuttered.

I felt her fluster and it was enough to make me chuckle but I had to hold it back as I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

“We can have dinner wherever you like,” I offered.

Her hand went to her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear.

“I do not really know where,” she softly admitted.

Idiot, of course, she wouldn’t, why did you ask?

You’ll make her feel bad!

“I apologize, Ines,” I spoke, “would you like to dine in or outside? I can figure out a place from there.”

She thought for a moment, “may we go inside? That’s if you want, I am okay with either decision,” she said prominently, her eyebrows meeting as she expressed herself.

“I’m okay with that,” I chuckled, amused at her cuteness, “you don’t have to worry about me. Any specific place?”

She wouldn’t know! She’s going to hate you!

“Um, do- would you mind if we stayed in here? I am not sure if that’ll work…” she trailed as she looked behind her.

“Of course, dear,” I nodded.

I had moved her into one of the best rooms I had. I set up dinner for us, near the sofa as I popped out the dining area.

“Thank you,” she spoke, “I could have helped you,” she mumbled, almost sad.

“It’s okay, Ines,” I waved her off, serving her a plate.

“Thank you,” she nodded.

“Of course,” I smiled.

“I read, a long time ago, that French consume snails. Have you ever tried them?” I asked her as she took a sip of the wine.

Oui,” she told me, “it is called ‘Escargot’,” she informed me.

“They’re a delicacy,” I said.

Of course, she would know. She was from France.

She smiled.

Qui, Alpha had them occasionally.”

I didn’t mean for it to happen but a strong flame of anger rose in my chest. The mention of that man made me furious. The image of his hands on her when we first met was fresh.

“Marcus?” she carefully called.

Her voice was so lovely. I wanted to listen to it all day.

Another man heard her voice before…

My eye twitched.

I tried to tell myself to stop, that it was ridiculous what my thoughts were thinking. Of course, another man would hear her voice, it wasn’t like she was mute.

“Yes?” I swallowed.

Her eyes were so concerned.

“Was it something I said? I do not mean to make you agitated,” she attempted.

I felt her concern and confusion. It was so strong that my rage started to dissolve, more focused on my mate.

“No, dear,” I said as softly as I could, “what were you to Authur?”

I needed to know.

“His translator,” she quietly answered me.

My eye twitched again.

His.

“His?” I repeated.

“Oh,” she gasped, “no! No, no no, not like that. Oh, my Goddess, not at all like that!” she let out, almost mortified. “I am so sorry that I made you think that, no, no! I just took over my father’s position as the English translator for the pack. I do not mean to say ‘his’ as in a relationship or something,” she frowned.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed, “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, sometimes my mind just,” I shrugged.

I’ll tell her later.

“So, how was your time in France?” I changed the subject.

She tilted her head at me.

“Good,” she kept short, “have you ever been?”

“No,” I answered her. “Your accent is so pretty, Ines,” I told her.

A small, almost shy and flustered, giggle left her lips. My world almost stopped. Instantly, it was my favorite sound.

Merci,she smiled.

We continued to talk. She often laughed delicately. It made my heart palpitation.

I learned that, in her language, my last name wouldn’t be pronounced as ‘Augustus’ but more like ‘August’. It was a next-level feeling to hear her say my name and speak in her native language.

“It’s so cute,” I smiled as I took a sip of the wine.

“Oh, no!” she laughed, “it’s so bad! I remember, the first time I met him, I was so nervous so I was stuttering like an idiot and he said let me know if you need anything,” she was telling me a story, “and I remember that Alpha mentioned his comb-”

“His what?”

His cum?

My eye twitched.

“Comb!” Ines stressed, “and he said ‘his cum?’ and I got so embarrassed! I stood there for five minutes trying to say I was looking for a comb and not cum.”

I blinked.

“I am so sorry, but a what?”

Her face got red, “a comb. Like for men’s hair.”

“Oh!” I nodded, “I am so sorry!” I laughed.

“That’s why I don’t like my accent,” she admitted, “it can be so embarrassing!” she ran a hand through her hair, “and it is the same with coke.”

“Cock?” I repeated, my eyes wide, “Ines, such strong language!” I beamed.

“No,” she laughed, “coke like the American drink, Coca-Cola.”

“Oh! Dear, I don’t think you know how much I am enjoying this,” I shook my head.

“I can tell,” she smiled.

My eyes fell onto her lips.

“You have such a beautiful smile,” I murmured.

Her smile grew.

“You are sweet,” she laughed but I noticed how her body leaned closer to mine.

I wanted to close that distance. My eyes flickered down to her chest.

I wanted to grab. Fondle.

No!

I blinked, looking back at her, pulling back slightly.

She noticed, her head tilting ever so slightly. She was offended.

I cleared my throat.

“You should get some rest,” I told her as I took a sip of wine.

“Oh,” she nodded.

Did I make things worse?

“Yes, you are correct. Get used to the time schedule here,” she paused for a moment before correcting herself, “time zone. I am sorry.”

“You’re fine,” I assured.

I stood up, putting my glass on the cart. Hers was already on it.

“I’m just going to move this,” I told her before I wheeled it outside of the door.

I turned back around as she stood up, messing with her hair.

“Do you need anything?” I asked her as I made my way back to her, “please, do not hesitate to ask,” I just wanted her to be comfortable.

She softly smiled.

“I am fine, but thank you, honest,” she nodded.

“Alright, but if you need me, you know where I am. I’ll get you anything, despite the language barrier,” she laughed.“Well, thankfully I brought my comb.”

It still sounded like she was saying ‘cum’ and it threw me off.

“I can get you either one,” I winked at her.

Her mouth dropped open in shock.

“I’m just messing with you, Ines,” I reassured her.

Well, only partly.

“Um,” she hesitated, “did you change your sheets?” she asked.

I smiled, liking the idea of her being possessive. It calmed me.

“I did,” she looked relieved at my words.

“Um, goodnight, Marcus,” she gently said.

My eyes glanced to her chest again.

Goddess.

“Goodnight, Ines,” I nodded.

I wanted to kiss her.

Fuck.

She hesitated before turning around and walking to the bed area. I parted to the door.

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