"Can't we reject them, and break the bond? There is no way I can accept any of their claims?"
"Amelia, it can't happen. Our bonds are unbreakable,"
After I was done with my conversation with my wolf, I headed downstairs to meet the butler who was always standing on a secluded spot in the house, "sir, I am so sorry to disturb you, can I have ten minutes of your time?"
Since my father once worked as a butler before he died, I knew nothing is more important to butlers other than perfection and time. Every second counts to them.
The man in his late forties stared at me with a strange facial expression before he replied to me, "okay. Just ten minutes, and it starts now."
Perfect opportunity. Since I can't break our bond, I should accept the claim of the best among them.
"Among the three sons of this household, sir, who is your favorite and why?" I was blunt with my question.
He was hesitant to reply, making it obvious that this is a hard question. "I will go for Alpha Sean."
My lung suddenly went dry at his response. How can he choose Sean over those two sweet souls?
"Why Alpha Sean, and not master Frank, or the youngest master?" I asked curiously, anticipating a sincere response.
"Ms, can we sit over there, before I continue?" he demanded, and I nodded.
We walked up to the couch, and sat down before he continued, "the eldest son is nothing but a playboy who had broken several ladies' hearts after he lost his fated mate. He blamed himself, and devoted his life to that lifestyle. Alpha Sean, he is master Frank's step–brother whose mother made him promise to see them as family, and lived together even though she is no more. He always sticks to his promise, and isn't a burden to anyone. For the youngest son, he is a selfish brat who only care about himself."
After listening to all his explanations, I find it hard to choose whose mark to claim. There was no way I could go back to Sean, or risk my heart for Frank, nor accept the claim of a selfish man.
"Thank you so much, sir," I appreciated before I headed for my assigned room.
The butler's sudden question made me halt on my spot, "Ms, why are you so interested in knowing Dan's sons? Are you into them, or want to know them more because of work?"
I bit my lips at his questions. I refrained from telling him the truth, "sir, I want to know more about my masters, especially the icecold's Frank." With that being said, I finally left for my room without waiting for his words.
I glanced at the room which didn't look like the average maid's room. It is twice as big as my room, and has almost everything a lady wants.
After I was done taking a look at the room, I took off my dress before I had a quick shower to relieve me of the stress.
"Ms, or whatever you call yourself, I want you to help me with something," A familiar voice echoed from outside, followed by his faint knock.
"Okay, sir." I replied about going but a strange feeling struck me from within. I suddenly felt weak, and my vision became blurry.
With all the strength in me, I walked up to the door before I opened it. I raised my gaze to stare at the face which was clear, and handsome.
His face ignited a strange candle of sensation in me. Even though I am half conscious, I could feel it.
"What did... You want me... To do, sir?" I stammered as I managed to ask him.
With the way I am feeling, there was only one definition to it; I am in my heat period. This can't be happening now, not in front of my mate.
Every time I was in my heat period, I can resist being in bed with anyone else, but not my mate.
"Can you help me go get something from this address?" His question made me bite my lips. I was afraid of refusing to run his errand when that was the reason I was in this house, but it can't be helped.
The pain I am feeling was unbearable no matter how I tried to put up with it.
"Sir, I am sorry, I can't. I am feeling sick."
His chuckles made me get goosebumps. I don't know what he is thinking, but I wish he won't come any closer. My wolf is getting out of control, and my body is burning with lust- an undying lust that has to be satisfied.
The next thing I felt was his painful grip as he raised my chin up to look him in the eyes, "Ms, why are you employed here if not to run errands? Have you forgotten you are a maid here because you are now Frank's thing?"
Instead of giving him a response, I smashed my lips against his, pressing my body against his. At first, he didn't want to, but later gave in.
Our lips engage in a weird, yet satisfying kiss while our body impatiently pressed each other as our lips indulged in a great act.