Maid to be his Queen (Completed)

Chapter 4

Deimos in the gif

Chapter 4

Slowly closing the door on the sleeping Aleksey, I walked down the corridor, rubbing my eyes as sleep began to make them heavy. Not looking where I was going I ended up bumping into something or should I say someone.

"I'm so sorry, your highness, I..." My sentence was cut short as a heavenly scent over took my nose as we jumped back. A mixture between a freshly rained woods and a strong sort of spice; his arms weren't over the top with muscle yet they still lightly strained against his plain white t-shirt. His height towered over my measly 5ft, tattoos seemed to run from his neck down to his hands and possibly further on. My gaze met his. Hessonite with moonstone was the only way to describe his eyes. His hair incredible similar to Aleksey's with this slight more hint of copper to it; it was closely shaved at each side before revealing a wide mess of waves at the top. His jaw was strong, with his cheekbones jutting out. He looked like a freaking model. Deimos Valdez-Volkov.

'MATE' my wolf screamed as did he, as both of our eyes turned to saucers. I ran like a bat out of hell, with him closely following behind me, running two steps at a time, I flung the door open to the servant quarter and into the hall where our rooms were situated. Commotion could be heard behind me but I did not care. There was no way; absolutely no way he was mine.

I had heard what the girls said about him, he was a womanizer, only cared about what he could put his dick into; magazines plastering his daily adventures of going nightclub to nightclub and jetting off to expensive hotels where he indulged in the local girls. The killing sprees were the worst, the constant list of names that got added each time someone pissed him off or crossed his path, I was not going to accept him.

I flung the door to my room open before slamming it shut, leaning against it.

"Open the door" He roared. The pounding of my heart filled my ears as my lungs grappled for air.

"No!" I screamed back, forgetting completely that I was talking to a royal, a pissed royal at that. Goddess, I'm so stupid. There goes my job.

"I mean it; open this door or I'll knock it down. You can't hide in there forever." By now several voice could be heard, I mean who wouldn't see the prince screaming at a door.

"What is going on here, your highness?" Mrs Fergus voice rang loud and clear.

"This maid, I want her to open the door, right now." His breathing was ragged filled with small hints of a growl.

"I shall do no such thing until you are calm, sir."

"Do I need to remind you your place here, Fergus?"

"No, your highness but I shall not have you harm one of my girls; so please, return upstairs and you can see here tomorrow." A growl rippled through the air. "Or should I call your father to remove you?" A fist collided with the wall before footsteps drifted off.

I straightened my hair before leaving the room, not connecting eyes with any of those who stood by.

"Are you alright, Soleil?" I nodded, not trusting my voice.

"Did you break something of his?" I shook my head, fiddling with my fingers. "Would you like to talk about it in private?" I nodded. Wrapping an arm around my waist, she pulled me into her office. "What happened, my lovely?"

"Mates." I whispered. She leaned forward, her eyes slightly squinting as she did so.

"Speak up, I know I may have advance hearing but it's slowly turning human as I grow old."