True Alpha's Chosen Mate-Chapter 299: He’s wild

It was rare for the Duke to admire someone. He was arrogant, egotistic, and a narcissist. He wasn’t even this happy whenever he talked about Lucien or any of his children. Well, he was a bit every time he gloat about his daughter, me.

Octavian talked about this "guest" who goes by the name "Seven" happily throughout the dinner. Because of his enthusiasm, Paris was obviously exhilarated to meet the man in question. Being a werewolf only increased my little brother’s interest.

So, here we were now, heading to the guest quarters right after dinner, where this wild werewolf was staying.

"I wonder what kind of greeting I should do?" Paris rubbed his chin, deep in thought. "Should I kick the door of his room to leave a profound impression? Father said he’s a simpleton, but all the simpletons I met were already sleeping six deep. So, I don’t know their language."

A shallow breath slipped past my lips as I shot him a side-eye. "Paris, don’t forget he is His Grace’s guest. If he finds you annoying, forget about what His Grace will do to you. You won’t have a sparring partner."

"Gah!" he threw his hands behind his back as he stuck his tongue out in disdain. "He’ll end up being the duke’s dog, anyway, like that abomination. I just hope he’s a little tolerable since he seemed to be a fun person from how father described him."

’He’s not.’ I bit my tongue to stop myself from answering him. Instead, I looked ahead as we waltzed through the open hallway connecting the main castle to the other small one. From my brief interaction with Sven, I could affirm he wasn’t a fun person.

I agree with the duke, sadly. For me, he was a simpleton who always gets in trouble because of his character. So, I shouldn’t be surprised that he somehow bumped into the duke. Just who in the world would stand on top of a moving carriage like a captain of his own ship?

I scratched my temple instead of massaging it. If only I knew, I would’ve asked Lisha to make sure he leave the duchy. Just what the hell was he still doing here, by the way?

I grumbled and secretly ground my teeth in distress, keeping my aloof facade despite the turmoil within. It didn’t take long when we entered the east castle where we were told Sven stayed. As we entered the castle, Paris and I noticed the frantic servants running through the hallways with multiple trays in their hands.

"Hey!" Paris called, stopping two female servants as they looked back at us. "What’s going on here?"

"Greetings, ninth young master and Lady Callie," greeted the maids politely before they answered Paris’s inquiry. "The guest of His Grace had a prodigious appetite that we didn’t expect. Hence, we’re trying to deliver the foods without delay."

I glanced at the empty tray that had empty plates on top. Meanwhile, Paris rocked his head in understanding.

"Where is His Grace’s guest?" he asked as he shove his hands inside his pockets.

"He is in the dining hall, ninth young master."

"Alright. If the chefs are having a hard time making more foods, bring the ones in the main castle. There’s plenty there."

"I will tell the head butler."

With that being said, the two maidservants bowed once again before they hurriedly walked away. As they did, I cocked my head in Paris’ direction.

"That’s so kind of you," I humored, watching him shrug nonchalantly.

Paris grinned. "Father said bribing him is effective. I’m investing," he said proudly, making me chuckle as we resumed our tracks to go to our main agenda.

Soon, we reached the dining hall. We didn’t need to open the door as it was left wide open because of the servants going in with food and out with empty trays. The closer we got, the louder the sound of cutleries got and the familiar voice of a man speaking gibberish as if he was talking with his mouth full.

"Wait." I stopped when Paris suddenly raised a hand in front of me. My brow arched when he stood on the side of the door, taking a peek first to see what was going on inside. I studied how his expectant eyes slowly shift to dismay as he scrunched his nose up.

"Damn... he’s wild," was his first impression, gazing at me briefly. "You will not like him."

’I know that,’ I answered mentally, but remained silent. Instead, I stood behind him and took a peek.

I blinked countless times to confirm my eyes. The dining hall looked busier than the training grounds, with all the servants and butlers stationed in this castle serving food on the table. Some were just lining up while holding a tray, waiting for their turn to serve the food. Others were cleaning up and picking up the empty plates to make room for other dishes.

"Wild isn’t just a word to describe him," I mumbled as my eyes fell on the only person sitting in the middle of the long table, gobbling up everything as if he was starved for a year. "He’s a glutton."

I couldn’t see the person with the stacked-up plates in front of him, but I could see his muscular sleeves flexing each time he grabs a dish or set aside an empty plate on the other side.

"He had a scary appetite." I looked up as Paris’s head was over mine, eyes in the same direction where I was looking at. "I’ve never seen someone eat this much. If His Grace kept this pet for a year, I’m certain his food cost will have a spike."

I nodded in agreement, setting my focus inside the dining hall. "Should we..." I trailed off when I noticed his arms freeze. My brows rose when the gluttonous guest of the duke tilted his head, and as soon as he did, the face of the man I met yesterday brightened up.

’Why is he grinning so much about?’ I wondered as my face contorted before realization dawned on me and reminded me why I was even here in the first place. ’Oh, no... if he acted as if he knew me, then I’d be doomed.’