Favo Novel
Crazy Bitch
Blaire’s Pov
I could barely hold in my smile as Indrik fumed. Watching him get mad was always a fun thing to see. From the way his forehead wrinkled, to the way his face hardened as the muscles on his face stood out, to the way his lips curled cutely, to the way his eyes blazed like it was going to break out in raging black fire in a moment, to the way his jaw clenches in a perfect manifestation of masculine beauty, everything about him does in fact go from handsome to dangerously cute whenever he is mad.
“She is not my fiancee!” He growled, his voice husky from his trying to keep his anger in check. His eyes blaze in silent warning for me to get off the topic but I wasn’t about to stop when my fun was only just starting. I smirked as I moved even closer taking note of his clenching fists. They are not muscular, in fact, the sight of them would be enough to make the weakest wolf in the pack go mad with laughter but somehow, it still managed to accentuate his beauty. Yes, I did call him beautiful. Inky black air, dull black irises set under elegant brows, a narrow imperial nose, firm lips, slender limbs that are not too veiny nor too thin that hang on an elegant tall frame. Tell me what that is if not beautiful. Forget his sores. They only add to his elegance. As always, being this close to him, inhaling his manly scent is enough to make me giddy.
“I don’t think she agrees with that. I heard her telling the guards at the gate that you would get back at them for delaying her.” I sounded the words out, watching for his reaction and sure enough, he all but steamed through his ears as the fire in his eyes broke out.
“The nerve of that over painted, self absorbed…” He spouted so many unseemly words that my ears stung. I wasn’t a fan of the girl, what with her arrogance and ‘I’m above you all. Bow before me attitude!’ but even I couldn’t help wincing.
“Come on, Indrik, be nice!” I had to butt in before his words would blow the girl into woods as she returned to her pack.
He looked like he was going to say more but he stopped himself with a massive sigh. “It’s just, I don’t know what to do with her anymore. I have explained to her over and over about how we could never be together but she just seems to only hear what she wants to which, by the way, does not include anything I say.” He sighed again as his shoulders drooped.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.
“And the most annoying thing is that everyone supports her. No one cares what I think or want. All they care about is that I get married to the girl they have arranged for me.” He raised his head and this time, his eyes were burning with a different fire. One of unshakeable determination. “I am not going to do what they want.” He growled.
“Oh, Indrik!” I cooed, picking up a clenched fist in mine. I badly wished there was something I could do to help other than pat it comfortingly. Growing up, Indrik had kind of been the butt of every joke in the Pack. “Let’s go train! Oh, sorry, I forgot you had no wolf!” Big joke. Everything about him revolved around this thing that he did not have and wittingly or unwittingly, he became the clog on the wheel. The one who had no purpose in the pack other than to eat and loiter around all day.
So, when he ran into Veronica Steiner, the niece to Rudolf Steiner, the Alpha of Light Crest Claws Pack, a pack which is almost on par with the Druid Peak Pack, and she fell head over heels for him, it was decided unanimously that he go with her. After all, what more could he hope for? Without her, he was doomed to be a nobody. At least, with her, he had a chance of becoming the Alpha of a powerful pack since the current Alpha was childless. Everyone agreed immediately that they get married without bothering to consult the groom. On finding out, the groom had not had any choice other than to go along. They had continued to go on with this arrangement until one day, Indrik suddenly came out of the blues and announced that he wasn’t going to marry her.
I was pulled out of my thoughts as the door creaked open and a certain maid came bouncing in with an ugly drown face and a tray in her hands.
“Here! Your fruits, freshly plucked from the garden like you demanded.” The maid growled as she slammed the tray on the bed before him.
He seemed too spaced out to react but there was no way I was going to watch the maid slight him like this. “What do you think you are doing?” I scowled. She whirled toward me with an arched brow like she was just noticing I was in the room as well.
She bowed slightly in a manner that seemed more like a mockery than a greeting. “I am delivering my master’s orders, ma’am.” She replied tersely.
“Like that?” I trailed my eyes from her to the iron tray that laid on Indrik’s legs.
“Yes, ma’am. My master said he likes his fruits fresh.” She stared back at me defiantly.
I gritted my teeth in anger, barely able to hold myself back from getting up and slapping her hard in the face. “Are you dumb or something? I don’t know where you came from but I am sure the servants don’t shove their food up the throat of their masters there so, would you quit being a crazy bitch and do your job?”