Chapter 59

Soren

It has been exactly ten days since Celia and I first arrived at the seaside villa. We have found a good rhythm with each other, always greeting one another in the morning before moving on with our day. I help her make dinner since it is her life’s mission to teach me how to properly cook for myself if I am ever alone, and I am her loyal student who hangs onto every word.

She has taught me how to cook pasta, how to properly cook chicken, and has even taught me how to poach eggs since I nailed every other type on the first try.

We share laughs whenever I mess up, such as me accidentally burning the olive oil we had in our pain or forgetting to take out the meal from the oven, filling the entire home with smoke. We spent a solid hour having to get the smoke out, our laughs filling the seaside home.

On the days that we do not feel like cooking, we send one of the solider’s off to pick up food for us at a nearby restaurant while I help her grow accustomed to the intricacies of royal life.

Werewolf royal life is quite different than the Lycans. With the Lycans, families who hold the power and title as ruler can be easily usurped, killed and erased off of the face of the earth. She was a bit sensitive to this part of the lesson but I did not push it, wanting her to come to me of her own volition rather than me pulling the information out of her.

The Alpha King role has run in my family for the longest time. We have ruled the Werewolf pack for centuries and we do not plan on having that stop any time soon.

Unlike the Lycans, we werewolves do not care if a woman or man takes the throne. Whoever is suited best for the role from within the family takes it. The title is sacred and our people respect it and respect the hierarchy that is engrained into our genetic makeup.

There are Alphas, Betas, Deltas, Gammas, and Omegas. The Lycans’ hierarchy of life resembles more of a medieval monarchy. There is one family at the top while everyone else fights for money and influence.

Celia would have barely lasted a day as child in that world, especially if she was alone like she told me she was all those years ago when we met in the red light district.

Whenever Celia asks me a question, no matter how dumb it may be or if common sense could easily answer it for her, I take the time to explain why things are like this with nobility and royals and I try my best to explain why it is important.

A couple of times, Celia taught me a few things about Lycan healing techniques. She had brought with her a couple of journals, ones that she would not let me touch from the start, and she very kindly showed me how I was able to heal my mother as well as cure my headaches.

It was eye opening to see a glimpse of her parents, especially her mother, and why she has such a nurturing side to her that I have been so blind to in the past. It explains why she always knew what to do when it came to my headaches and how easy it was for her to take the pain away.

As the days pass by, the better and stronger Celia and I’s connection becomes. We flow into sync with each other and complete tasks without even having to think about it. Maybe it is just our fated mate bond, but I am holding out and onto a hope that this is a genuine connection that has blossomed between us.

I can’t help but wonder what our lives would look like if she never ran into me in the red light district.

That night, I was so lonely and I was missing Bianca like hell. Her absence left me feeling so uneasy, so lost, and so aimless. When Celia came into my life, though, things has begun to look up for me.

I can’t believe that I did not attribute the positive effects she had on my life. She made the days worth pushing through because I knew she would be there at the end of the day when I needed her.

If we had met under different circumstances, a time when she wasn’t desperate and needy for an easy flow of money and cash, and a time where I did not miss the woman who I used to love, I wonder if we would have naturally come together.

Would we have been lovers? True lovers, I mean.

The possibilities run through my mind as I watch her cook the next meal. She recruited one of the guards to help her with it and they work in silence in the kitchen while music plays from the radio we found tucked away in one of the closets.

Her laugh makes my heart skip a beat. I look over into the kitchen, watching as her and the guard laugh at the mess they have made.

“Maybe we’ll make the Alpha King clean it, what do you think?” Celia’s giggles carry from the kitchen and into my ears.

I can’t help but laugh back, knowing that she will somehow convince me to do it.

Would we have spent nights together in the kitchen? What would our lives look like if the contract and Bianca were not there to tear us apart?

Maybe we are happier in that other timeline. In another life, I would have been happy to sit around and do anything with her. It doesn’t even matter if I am the Alpha King or not. A domestic life with Celia seems so pristine.

I used to think that Celia was a materialistic woman who only ever cared about money. I thought that she was lying about the medical bills and loans that she had pulled out on her name. I once thought that her life was ruled by money and she basked in the clothes and jewelry that I got for her.

For these past ten days, Celia has proven wrong everything that I have once thought to be true about her. She has shown me that at the core of her character, she is one of the most genuine and kindhearted people that I have ever had the honor of meeting.

It is surreal to think that I have been so blind to her love and care that she held for me. She showed it through her actions and even told me that she loved me when we argued in my car.

She has denied any money that I have thrown at her after our contract ended and she even reached out to me plenty of times to offer her help when it came to my mother.

Celia does not deserve me. She deserves someone worthy of her love and devotion, someone that could have easily reciprocated her feeling instead of pushing it away and allowing their feelings for another wretched woman to influence them.

I am a fool for being so blind this entire time.