Chapter 12
***LARISSA***
6 YEARS AGO
I didn't know how to respond to that so I just forced a smile while trying to hide how nervous I felt. I didn't know how Rogues worked, but if it was anything like an Alpha to a Pack, trying to hide how I felt would be a wasted effort.
He would be able to sniff out my anxiety from the other side of the room.
I didn't do anything and just watched him eat. I was so hungry and the sweet aroma of the dishes didn't do anything to help my mouth and hurting belly.
He stopped eating and looked up at me. He glanced at the front of the table and back at me.
"You're not eating," he said and dropped his cutlery on his plate.
"I-" my voice came out soft and forced.
"I wasn't invited to," I replied and he scoffed with an amused smile.
"Please, go ahead and eat," he said, pointing at the food on the table before picking his cutlery back up. I think I might have annoyed or irritated him.
He didn't take his eyes off his food and I quickly picked up my cutlery not wanting to annoy him any further.
I didn't know which dish to eat at first so I picked the one closest to me. It was spinach and sausage lasagna.
I can count how many times I've eaten anything as good as this and it was times when Logan would sneak them to give me.
I didn't realize that I was eating so fast and consuming the food as if there was a time limit until the General cleared his throat.
I looked up and saw a smirk on his face. Because of the scar that ran across his left eye down to his cheek, it was hard to ascertain what kind of expression he had every time. Most times, he looked gruesome and hateful, it scared me to the bones.
"So, my men told me that they found you running from your pack," he said and I gulped nervously. He was finally bringing up one of the issues I've been waiting for.
The other one was the matter of us being mates.
"Sorry about the way you were dragged here though, we don't take lightly to pack wolves," he stated.
"As a matter of fact, you're lucky that you weren't killed on the spot," he added and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
I couldn't tell if he was telling me I was lucky or if I was being threatened.
"I guess I should consider myself lucky," I replied, trying to sound as confident as I could.
"Hmm." He simply responded before refilling his wine glass and pouring himself some. He saw me staring and he stretched out the bottle of wine with a raised eyebrow.
I shook my head to tell I didn't want the wine. He nodded and covered the wine bottle, setting it on the table.
"What I'm interested in though is what pack you're from and why you ran away from your pack."
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PRESENTLY.
I came out of the kitchen with a dish in hand and went to drop it on the dining table.
"What did you make?" Jack said and walked over to the table to see what I made.
It was his favorite dish, chicken pot pie. His mom taught me how to make it with her recipe a long time ago.
He grabbed the dish and immediately dropped it crying out in pain.
"Ouch, ouch," he cried out, shaking his hands. I walked closer and grabbed his hands to see the tips of his fingers were slightly red.
"That is so hot, how did you carry that all the way from the kitchen without a cloth?
I didn't know what to tell him since I tolerate more heat as a Werewolf.
"I used my sleeve to hold it," I lied and pulled him to the kitchen. I switch the tap and put his fingers under the running tap.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it, you can go back to the table," he said and I let go of his hand.
He's been having these mood changes ever since we took the kids to the boarding. One minute, he would be okay, then the next, he would remember to be mad at me.
"Alright," I said softly and walked back to the dining table. I waited for a while before he finally came out of the Kitchen.
I dished the food for the both of us and the two of us ate silently throughout dinner.
I stood up as we were done to clean up the dishes but he stopped me.
"Don't worry, I'll clean up the dishes," he said and I shook my head.
"Your hand is burned, I'll clean it up instead," I said and continued packing up the dishes.
"I'm fine, don't worry, let me clean them up," he insisted and I dropped the dish in defeat. I went up to my room and took a shower before climbing into bed.
"Shit," I said as I saw I had five missed calls from a nurse at the hospital. I called back immediately and she picked up the call.
"Sorry, I missed your call, is anything wrong?" I asked, sitting up on the bed.
"Yeah, the patient in ward 23 went into shock," she replied and I gasped, "Dr. Luke already handled it and she's stable now."
I sighed in relief, "Alright. Thanks," I said and cut the call.
I looked up as Jack opened the door and walked into the room
"I saw some tulips in the trash," he said and I remembered throwing the letter and flower bouquet in there.
The letter!
"I thought you loved them, why take them away?" He asked, he didn't seem to have seen the letter.
"I got them from someone I don't like, I don't want to talk about it," I said, dropping my phone and lying down to sleep, turning my back against him.
I listened and noticed that he didn't move so he was probably still looking at me.
I was lying to him and I didn't like it.