You Rejected Me Alpha, Remember?

Chapter 021

Chapter 021

Myra's point of view

We had decided today was still a good day for me to go meet whoever Lucas had for me to meet. He spoke about it before breakfast, that he has someone he'd like for me to meet. Apparently the only family figure he has left.

But thanks to Logan, the whole plan got messed up and just when we decided it was a still a plan. Lucas got a call from the lady we went to earlier about what was wrong with me, the lady called and requested for Lucas' presence immediately.

We were even on our way already, he had to come down and get into a different car to go meet this lady while I was taken back home.

He'd wanted for me to go with him, but the lady specified further that he should come alone. I heard her loud and clear because he took the call in my presence with his speaker turned on.

He doesn't know why, but he had to cut our trip short. I was driven back to the palace, and as soon as Lisa saw me stalking past the entrance she came to me.

"You're back, your highness," she stated the obvious. "I haven't got the chance to talk to you and ask you about your health, how are you now? I hope everything is fine? You scared us this morning you know," she said, sounding concerned.

I glanced at her to read her expression, and it matched the tone of her words. She's genuinely concerned, wow.

Except for my wolf and my mate, I've never seen someone shown concern visibly towards me. Her doing it felt fictional I doubt the authenticity of her emotions.

"Thanks." Was the only thing my mouth could muster as a response. I remain quite stunned that she cares somewhat about me. Is this because I'm going to become her future queen? Or she's doing it to be in my good graces.

There's just no way someone would be nice to me genuinely. I've been hated my whole life it now affects my mental definition of friendliness.

"Okay you should go rest, I'll come up to your room with some fruits and your favorite juice. If you want I can run you up a warm bath, better than the one I prepared for you the day you arrived even. Then maybe afterwards you can visit the palace's garden for sight seeing."

Linda seemed and looked older than me, I mean of course she is older. I literally turned eighteen not to long, but it wasn't obvious and I looked older thanks to years of torment and torture. However, since I got here and have been receiving royal like treatment, the staleness in my appearance was wearing off.

"Linda how old are you?" I asked out of the blue, contrary to what she yapped about.

"Oh," she chuckled, "Is there a reason why you asked? I'm twenty years old, Your Highness."

"You can just call me Myra, I told you multiple times now that I'm fine with that," I said to her, gaze pinned on her reaction.

She looked at me, chuckled nervously and glanced away. "I can't even if I want to, it's- it's..." she trailed trying to find the right word. "It's discourteous, that I guess. Or just not culture-like of me. I can't be seen or heard addressing my future queen so formally without respect, it's..." she shuddered in disapproval. "It's unacceptable," she completed her sentence.

I sighed with an eye roll, that's just bullshit but her beliefs.

"Alright then, you can go fetch the fruits and all. No need for the bath, I'm just going to relax and wait for the King to come back." She nodded positively to each words before she trotted out of my sight.

I got to my room and climbed up the soft bed straight, I moaned with my eyes flapping close as soon as my body rested on the flat and dainty surface of my bed.

One thing I'd always be grateful to my mate for was this bed. Perhaps he knew I'm stalked with constant worries and problems he gave me the bed so anytime I lay on it, it drowns all my worries and replenish my weary sense.

  I was honestly dozing off when a knock jerked me out of the daze. It's probably Linda. "Come in," I authorized in a loud voice.

The sound of my door opening and closing soon followed, and although I expected to see Linda but remain unfazed when Lisa showed up in my room looking like a tiger eyeing his prey.

I'm too sleepy to be scared or shocked or show any form of expression.

"Yes? Might I ask the reason for your visit?" I quizzed in a drowsy tone.

She cracked a side smile, stepping two paces forward and closer to me on the bed. "I'm here for just two things..." she raised her two of her fingers to reference her statement.

"I'm here to warn you and declare war. You see." She paused, as she began pacing left and right slowly to match the beat of the tension she had created.

"Lucas might be your mate or blah blah, but he's not your soulmate. I need you to understand that he's fated for you but not meant for you, therefore you can't have him even if you want him. He is already taken," she rambled on, managing to wipe off the sleep off my eyes.

"Excuse me but what point are you trying to make exactly?"

"I'm glad you asked, my point is you need to either reject Lucas or stay the fuck away from him. You can stay away by running off or killing yourself or doing anything, I really don't care how. I just want you away from him. Because I'm such a good person I came here to warn you when the option of deleting you is opened and available."

Did she just threaten me?

'You bet your life she did. Is there anything between her and our mate?' Salome grilled in my head.

"I'm trying to take you serious, but I just can't. You-"

"Listen here you piece of omega shit, don't feign ignorance or try to act smart at all. If you don't stay the fuck away from my man, I'm going to give you back that wretched little life you're desperate to have back." Her eyes glowed yellow to assert more dominance.

"Fine, I'll let Lucas know about your wish when he arrives," I responded, and she rushed up to me on the bed.

She grabbed me by my neck so swiftly I couldn't counter the move before she make it, her palm wrapped tightly around my neck and pressed it in a choke.

"Don't fucking play with me," she spoke into my face. I showed no visible reaction to what she was doing, I might be hurting really well but there's no way I'm letting her know that.

My expression remain stoic and my eyes blank as they stared into hers. "Get your hands off me," I muttered in a calm order.

"Or-"

"Or you'd be surprised at how quick you'll be to end up with no hands at all," I finished for her. I was bluffing, but that's hard to detect.

What can I do? I've never train or learnt any fighting skills in my life. Not when I was subjected to constantly bullying and abuse.

She released her grip and stepped back. "I'm not done with you, you have three days or you'll have a war to prepare for," she said, casting me one more glare before she walked out.

I sighed at her absence. What exactly would it cost to have a smooth happy life without hiccups? Hiccups all over the place. Goddess!