Chapter 7

The purple robe was a perfect match for her alluring skin.

It was a stunning dress with nice embroidery designs, and it flowed to the ground.

The jewelries around her neck and ears worth millions of dollars.

Her curly hairdo was in a single plait that rested on her shoulder, it had diamonds clung to them.

She kept a dull face, but still looked gorgeous in her expression.

Her fingers were into each other while her gaze was on the ground.

A royal mantle red was tied around her neck and she was led out of the room.

It was a long way down the hallway, the stairs seemed to have no end.

There were numerous servants in the mansion, each submitting to one errand or another.

Alpha Derrick seemed to have sustained his pack pretty well.

She marveled over the beautiful of the mansion as she walked alongside the two ladies who led her.

The walls were beautifully decorated with spotless blue and pure white paints. She loved the neat arrangement of the living room. It had prodigious couches that occupied its width, and large curtained windows on its solid walls.

A flat LCD TV screen suspended at a perfect space on the wall.

The tiles were fire red with frameworks of wolf patterns on them.

Jasmine glanced at the pictures on the wall that had all the ruling alpha's portrait on them, from the beginning until now.

She suspended her eyes on that of Derrick.

His chest had dark hairs on them, and his crimson eyes were bright and enchanting.

She wondered why he was the only one nude among the entire portrait she saw. He kept a shabby hair and an unkept beard.

The awesome painting could almost be felt like it was reality. He wore a tight pant that could not hide his groin area. His large balls shoot out at the two sides of his dick, making the area impossible to deny looking at.

"Is it even possible?" She questioned as she referred to why his dick and balls were massive.

"It's just a portrait" she tried convincing herself, but could not take her eyes off the picture.

"Uh um!" An insincere cough brought her back to her senses.

It was alpha Derrick. He was on the same color of robe and mantle as she was.

His hair was neatly dressed. His fingers had diamond rings occupying them, radiating in the bright light.

His sudden presence had gotten her tensed.

She stood still while the other ladies bowed before the alpha.

A hiss escaped her lips as she observed his attire.

"Leave us" Derrick commanded the ladies. His orders were carried out immediately and Jasmine was left standing before him.

"How do you like the house?" He began the conversation while his feet paced towards her.

"I think this house looks disgusting as it has never been before. I bet the ancestors would regret handing it over to you" she gave her opinion and took her gaze away.

"Huh! I see you are trying to pick a fight?" Derrick stated, while observing her mood.

She strides her feet as she equally walked closer to him.

They were both at a close range, looking at each other's eyes.

"What is all these about?" She referred to the whole makeup thing and same dress code.

He scoffed mockingly and almost missed his balance as his feet made a stagger.

"It's royal treatment dear, welcome home" he commented.

Jasmine looked upset to hear those words from him, it seemed to her like he had plans of making her stay.

"You ruined my wedding day, ended my career, and all you say is welcome home?" She stormed at him.

"I was only doing you a favor" he replied and walked away.

"A favor, you say?" She continued the dialogue while she paced after him quickly.

"I was living a normal life until you showed up" she kept on speaking which was beginning to get on his nerve. She did not mind he frowned all through. Besides, she had never seen him attempt to smile ever since they met.

"Would you at least tell me where we are going?" Jasmine demanded to know.

"We are going to my chambers" Derrick gave the reply almost immediately.

He could tell that she would be a pain in the neck to him.

If only he could reverse the written prophecy, he would not have to be trapped with her as a mate.

He wondered how he was going to explain the whole prophecy to her? Likewise, he would definitely need a true love kiss from her, else he would lose his life.

She mumbled strange words behind he while he retorted with a groan.

***

Chris toddled out of the car and then towards the house. Tyler got out of the driver's side quickly and went to tweak Chris to the right part.

He supported Chris by the shoulder with an arm and led him inside.

They had gone to Bruce's house since Chris house was under restriction from entry.

Tyler made a press on the doorbell, while it strident loudly in the house.

The door opened revealing Bruce in a towel with a dick enlarger bottle in his hand.

"Oh my goodness!" He exclaimed while the bottle fell off his hand. Looks like he was expecting someone different.

"I am sorry we came unexpected, your place was the closest" Tyler apologized.

"Ugh, it's okay, bring him in" he ordered

"Gosh! Why does he have to drink so much?" Bruce complained.

His regurgitate intake of alcohol during his troubled times, usually excecated his moment of grief. It was the only way of calming himself down.

"Easy with him" Bruce beckoned as Tyler assisted Chris while he smote the wall numerously in following Bruce.

Bruce took them to the guest room. It was the only extra space he had, since he had only two rooms.

As soon as they got to the room, Tyler let go of Chris while he jiggled towards the bed uncontrollably. He landed on the floor like a child learning to walk.

"Is he going to be alright?" Bruce had to ask because Chris sudden character had left him frightened.

Tyler nodded positively in reply while he went to assist Chris onto the bed.

"So this is good night then?" Bruce mentioned while taking his leave.

"Wait!" Tyler called.

"Um! I want to shower" he sought for his permission.

"There is a bathroom at your left buddy!" Bruce yelled.

"How about clothes? We will be needing a few clothes" Tyler added.

"What the! How long do you intend to stay? My house is not for charity" Bruce complained while he stormed out of the room.

"Gosh. Why does he have to be a pain in the neck." Bruce mumbled as he dashed away.

He came back shortly with clothes and a bar of soap for Tyler. He made sure to plead with Tyler not to bother him again.

Tyler brought out a little bag, and arranged the clothes in it, he took Chris's phone from him and stuck it into his pocket.

He then took a paper and wrote a little note upon it.

Tyler further took his shower and paced out quickly from the bathroom. He seemed to be in a rush.

He handcuffed Chris's hand to the bed and left with the bag through the window.