CHAPTER 334: CHAPTER 334 WE GET TO STAY ON TOP

"Mate."

The moment the word left Beowulf’s mouth, Layla’s eyes narrowed dangerously. She bared her teeth at him, growling fiercely as if she was about to shred him into pieces.

"Ember..." Beowulf paused as if he wasn’t exactly sure she was me. "You have gained your wolf form." He said surprised and pleased, walking cautiously towards us.

However, Layla’s body tensed, her fur bristled. "How dare you call us your mate when you’ve already rejected us?"

"That wasn’t me, it was the human... I would never reject you, I’m not that stupid." Beowulf’s grey eyes softened, yet they burned with the desire to claim her and make her submit to him.

Layla scoffed, raising her paw midair as if she were cleaning first from her claws. Her eyes darkened. "You are as stupid as him, because I don’t want you back."

Beowulf let out a dramatic howl, as if his heart had been shattered. "Take me back."

"No," Layla growled fiercely.

HOWL.

He let out another dramatic howl. "Will you take me... us back now?" His ears dropped like a homeless puppy.

Layla looked at him with a scowl. "Aeris, is this really our mate? What is he doing? Look he is rolling on the floor... why is he looking at us with glistened eyes? Is he crying? Aeris!" Layla bombarded through the mindlink.

I sighed in exasperation. "You deal with it, since you insist on not finding us food, let me be... at least I get to imagine eating... and besides, Beowulf and Damon have a lot of meat... juicy mutton that melts in your mouth the seconds they touch your tongue... It’s so juicy that you can fly, oh, and did I mention the grilled chicken... Damn, that shit is as tasty as hell, I’m already salivating." I mumbled, lost in my thoughts.

Layla closed her eyes in frustration. "Can you stop talking about food! We have a threat right in front of us!"

Beowulf crawled closer to her, but she stepped back growling at him. "Take us back, I promise we will be good." Beowulf began making a cute face.

Layla’s stern eyes softened, unsure of what to do.

"I’m already their master, in other words he is our pet, no need to put your guard up against him... and I’ve already decided to let go of the past..."

"What! Never! Not after everything they have done to us, we need to pay them back tenfold." Layla interrupted.

I shut my eyes in irritation. "Didn’t you hear me say that there is no time for revenge, I’m hungry, not only for food... don’t you feel our ovaries screaming, that’s the sign of how starved we are... and who could satisfy us if not for the Lycan King in front of us. Remember we are the master, and he is the pet... we get to stay on top." I muttered the last part under my breath, wondering if she got the underlying message.

Layla wouldn’t understand my point, considering she had been absent all this time. I wanted to tell her that we were dying, and that we should use the remaining time we’ve got to enjoy, and I wasn’t joking about being on the top.

’How would it feel to handcuff Damon to the wall, with his chiseled chest bare, and his eight pack naked eye, his raven dark eye damp, falling over his face, his body glistening, and those cold black eyes that look like a pool of dark ink staring at me, drawing me to their depth... fuck...’ I bit my lower lip as shivers ran down my spine. There was only one word to describe it, ’yummy.’

"Aeris, get your thoughts straight... You are making me heat up." Layla’s irritation was impeccable, I believed she would have bit my head off if not for the fact that she couldn’t.

"What? I have the right to think whatever I want to think, my mind, my will." I crossed my arms across my chest like a stubborn child.

Meanwhile, Beowulf tilted his head to the side, while he obediently sat on his hind leg, as if waiting for the next command. His expression flickered from amusement to surprise and from surprise to confusion... and that was because of Layla’s expression.

Her expression changed from anger to dreamy eyes, then to irritation, then to hunger, then to disappointment, then to lust.

Layla shook her head as if it would make my voice disappear from her head. Her gaze landed on Beowulf. "On second thought, he does look powerful, strong, and attractive." She cleared her throat. "You say this powerful Lycan is our pet... and we can use them with no strings attached?"

"Of course, they will become our breeder... no I mean...."

’I can’t use the term sex toy right? After all, I kind of like Damon. That would be disrespectful.’

"I mean our man, yes our man," I said with so much confidence that even the peacock would be put to shame.

"Pet," Layla called out, her gaze piercing Beowulf like a dagger.

A frown settled on his face, but as if he was cautioned by someone, he immediately bobbed his head up and down obediently. "Yes, master."

"It worked." Layla mindlinked me.

"Told you so," I said nonchalantly.

"Ahem... I’ll spare them as they seem to be of some use." She added through the mindlink.

’As if you can win against him in a fight.’ I rolled my eyes at her overconfidence.

"Take me to the castle, I’m famished," Layla ordered.

Beowulf jumped on all four, "Yes, master. I can hunt any meat you want, you name it... even if you request dragon meat, I’ll hunt it down just for you." His overexcitement danced all over his eyes.

"Dragon meat?" I massaged my temple in disbelief, why were the wolves talking nonsense? Their confidence is something else. I bet he would come back roasted if he even found one. Dumb.

Before I could say anything, Layla opened her mouth. "Really, you would hunt a dragon for me? Am I that special to you?" Layla’s voice took a 360 turn, her voice became soft and tender, blushing at his words.

Her reaction mirrors those of the women in the human world when they are promised an expensive gift or heaven and earth.

As if that wasn’t enough, she walked closer to him, smelling him. "You smell so strong, I know you are more than capable of hunting more than a dragon."