The Return Of The Whitewolf

chapter 6

I didn't get much sleep last night. I was up and thinking how the hell am I going to face him tomorrow. I rubbed the sleepiness out of my eye which I doubt made helped.

I glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table.
6:30 am.
No wonder I hear chirping. *Yawn* Maybe if I could just doze off for a few minutes...

Knock Knock Knock!

A pounding on the door startled me awake. I groaned,  starting to get irritated. Why is the world so against me?! I just want to sleep.  Is that too much to ask?

"Bitch quit mopping! Breakfast is ready." Kurt's annoying voice greeted behind the door. Before I can yell at him I heard his footsteps disappear down the hall.

Oh well... No sleep for me I guess. Channeling all the strength I could master, I got up with  my movement lazy and slow.
My eyes scanned the surrounding. The spacious room with baby pink pastel wall screamed elegance and class. Expensive paintings made by familiar artists hung on the wall.
How did I not noticed yesterday how breath taking this room is?! I-I mean...wow! Morning soft yellow light bouncing around the room and furnitures. It looks so serene and calm. A view I certainly woudn't mind waking up to. I'll remember to thank Peirce for this. This is pure finest.

I'll surely enjoy this later but first I need to find me some food! I quickly made my way out the room, following the smell of food resonating in the air.

I went in the kitchen and saw Kurt munching on some pancakes. Manners what? I couldn't blame him though cause I'm sure the food is amazing. Specially because it's made by the best chef I know. I surveyed the room and quickly found a woman in her fifties cooking in the kitchen.

I squealed loudly and ran up to her. "Mamita!" When she noticed me her eyes widened and she gasped in disbelief. I didn't let her recover and immediately hugged her tight. She embraced me back and shouted in joy of how much she missed me and how she's glad that I'm back.

"Helena, my child how has it been?" She asked, tenderly caressing my face with her sweet touch.

"I'm doing great Mamita. How about you? I must say your cooking smells so define, I bet it taste great."

She giggled and slapped me with her spatula, "You still haven't change Helena. Still the sweet talker that you are. No need with all that, I assure you it will be the best food you'll ever taste in your life. Why don't you sit down while I go prepare you a plate. And I'm doing fine,  we'll talk later after you eat. " assured Mamita.

I smiled at her and offered to help her prepare. She denied my offer and told me to go sit while she prepare me some food. I chuckled when she threatened to hit me with a spatula when I insisted. She hasn't changed at all. I decided to not argue with her knowing I would lose. If there's anyone more stubborn than me it would be her.

Mamita is a cook here and has been working for the family since Axeros was still in his diapers. I have always been close to her since I can remember. She's more of a mother to me really.

A few minutes later a plate of delicious food was placed infront of me and I was munching away.

The food was so good that I didn't even noticed the footsteps coming down the stairs. Pack members coming down to get their fill in the morning. I was too focused on the food to give a care about the people around me.

Barely even notice the sudden drop of silence. Not until I caught a whiff of his scent did I only noticed him. I stiffened in me seat, suddenly forgetting how to swallow. Resulting to me choking in my food.

I tried to cough it out, pounding my hand in the chest but to no vail. I cast a panicked look to Kurt, pointing hastily to my redden face.

"OH SHIT!" He spits his water back to his glass, standing me up and planting his hand on my chest. He pumped until a piece of food flew out my mouth allowing me to breath one more.

I gasped for air. Holding my hands on my throat.

Unconsciously, my eyes went to him but found him gone from his place. Overwhelming feeling of disappointment and hurt washed on me.

I chuckled bitterly to myself.

A clearing of throat brought back my attention.

"Excuse me miss, are you alright?" Asked a blonde haired guy with dimples prominent on his right cheek.

I gave him a nod, "Yeah, thank you for asking."

He smiled cheekily, running his hands through his hair.

"No problem, I was just worried."

"..That's nice of you." I answered. Watching how his eyes dissapeared as he smiled.

I felt Kurt elbow me on my side. He gave me one of those looks as if he caught me doing something I shoudn't be doing.

What??! I'm just thanking the guy. And also noticing the fact that he's so cute. Like I would literally pitch his cheeks and OH MY!!! Look at him blush! Would it be a crime if I bite his cheeks off?

"Yeah sure ignore me, who am I anyway. I should have just left you to choke."

"Oh don't be such a baby."

"You're welcome." Kurt replied sarcastically.

I grinned, playfully bowing, "Why thank you good sir. How could I ever repay you..."

His eyes lightened, a grin plastered on his face. "Fare enough, you coul--

"Oh, would you look at the time! I'm sorry but I'm late for my yoga class, we could finish this talk later...which I doubt." I hurriedly said, sprinting away from him.

"YOU DON'T EVEN DO YOGA YOU BITCH!"