Chapter 4 The Infamous Lycan King

~Cornard's POV~

I twisted my lips in amusement, staring at the chubby human that stood before me.

I was assessing her every curve while she was still yelling and cursing men for reasons I don't know.

Her sentences trail off as she staggers and catches herself almost immediately.

She kept repeating her phrases and smiled to herself when she said nothing funny.

“I cooked. Every night. Every single... night. And he…he still…calls me…fat.” She counts on her fingers, then loses track and holds the counter.

“I heard him call you… MASTER.” She said the last word loudly and laughed hard.

"Are you going to throw me out? Then go on.”

"You are dru..."

"Don't!" She barked.

"I gave him THREE whole years. And the only shit he did was drug me and call me fat!” She yelled and reached for her purse at the counter.

She took the stack of paper under the purse, squeezed it and threw it right at my face.

The crowd gasped, and my beta made a move, but I held him back.

I moved closer to her till we were inches away from each other.

I leaned towards her sadly and then said the words that made her freeze.

“Jessa Cole," I whispered.

She staggered backwards and stared at me in shock. Though she was drunk, she was clear enough to know I just mentioned her name, and not just hers but her husband's.

“Jessa Cole." I repeated her name again and grinned widely.

“You wanted to know more?" I quipped, voice still low.

"You can come over to that side." I used my head to nudge towards the side my boys were already standing on, the reserved area of the bar meant for me.

I backed off and headed to the end of the bar.

I made sure to fix my gaze on her, not shifting it from her. I needed to know every step and movement she took.

I snapped my fingers in the air, and in a second, everyone in the bar vanished.

I saw her clearly, straining her eyes in the multicoloured light to find me.

She smiled when her gaze rested on me and grabbed her purse, staggering towards my direction.

My boys pulled a chair when she got close, and she slumped on it.

I signalled them to leave, and they bowed slightly and walked out.

I poured the liquor in my glass, waiting for her to speak up first.

“So, tell me, how do you know me?"

I chuckled dryly and didn't utter a word.

I sipped on the liquor, stealing glances at her.

“Kaelen Cole, isn't he the one?"

Her blank face now carried a slight frown.

And she leaned forward; her voice came out clear, like she hadn't taken a sip of any liquor.

"You know Kaelen?”

I gave a slight nod without saying a word.

“So tell me, who are you? A friend, family I don't know, or enemy?" She asked quietly.

I saw the faint shine of tears in her eyes, but she held her eyes steady.

The name seemed to have awakened something in her.

Her eyes pleaded for an answer, and I gave her the right answer she wanted to hear.

“An enemy." I whispered and sipped on my liquor again.

I watched her lean back on her chair. She smiled satisfactorily and grabbed the bottle of whisky on my table.

“No more shots."

I held the glass down, preventing her from gulping the contents down.

“No more shots? But you keep gulping it down without restraint." She drawled and blinked rapidly.

"Woah, a feisty one." I exclaimed and chuckled.

“Well, I love my woman, Feisty. And the size, perfect for my type.”

“Guess you have bad taste then. Because, you know what? He just rejected the size." She folded her arms under her chest, pushing her breast up.

My gaze landed on her chest, and that was when I noticed the opening in her red dress.

The dress clung tightly to her body, revealing her perfect shape that suited her body type.

Porcelain skin, 5'8", long black hair and deep blue eyes that complimented her hair.

Her body size was a first for me. And she looked exactly the way I want a wife to look.

“I'm curious; tell me the beef you have with Kaelen.” She adjusted herself in her seat.

I gulped the last contents of my drink down and reached for the bottle.

She grabbed it before me.

“You have to answer my questions first."

I bit down on my lower lip.

She really had guts. Though she was drunk, you’d notice she is a hard one.

She has been stumbling over her words for the past few minutes.

Her sentences were clear and understandable, like she hadn't drunk four shots of vodka.

“You wouldn't like to know who I am."

"I already know you are Kaelen's enemy; it's just the name.

I nodded continuously, enjoying the conversation.

She gave me a sideways glance, followed by a dramatic sigh.

“We can both bring Kaelen down. If we eventually work together.” She said under her breath, keeping her voice as low as she could.

I leant closer. "Favours like this must come with conditions." I paused and locked my eyes with hers.

“If you must know, I’m Cornard Drakmor."

She jolted in her seat and held the arm of the chair tighter.

She opened her mouth to speak but then pressed it back.

"Cornard Drakmor? Infamous Lycan king of the Bloodfang pack?” She echoed in disbelief.