Beauty and the Beast
A Familar Face
Andy POV
I finally remembered where I had seen Kenna before. Yes I attacked her, but I had sworn I had seen her before that. Her mother. She used to help at the orphanage. She was my best friend there…and then, on my first turn…I killed her.
Maybe some part of my beast was me. It saw Gwen in Kenna and knew it had to spare her. Leaving her mother less, and from what I had gotten that first day she was here, with an abusive man in her life. I remembered playing with Mark as a kid. We were the same age and Gwen would often bring both of her kids to play with all of us. I never knew Mark would be capable of such things. Kenna was so small back then, seven or eight.
I had lied when I said I saw her watering the flower bed. I had gotten her flowers from the orphanages garden on several occasions, trying to kiss up to Gwen really, but she loved them.
I was surprised she hasn’t recognized me. Maybe the trauma of losing her mother had blocked out any memories of her childhood.
She loved that room. And a part of me felt like I needed to protect her, for Gwen, for what I had done to her… The rest of the guys acted like I normally would in this kind of situation if it was any other girl who was our maid. But Kenna was different.
It was almost midnight when Jinxx approached me. “Killing her will be easy.” He said like we had already disgusted this.
“What?” I questioned looking down on him. “Why the fuck would we kill her?”
He looked to me as if I had changed my mind. “Because her debt is almost paid, a few more rooms and then we kill her. That was her debt.” He sounded like he was resaying everything, but slower.
“I have no idea who you talked to about this but you have to authority or say over what happens in this house, especially to that girl.” I got in his face.
Jinxx gave a sly smile and shook his head. “Oh how the mighty have fallen.” He looked away then back to me, chuckling.
“I am in command, Jinxx, never forget that.” I spit.
He clenched his jaw. I walked away before either one of us got into an argument that would end in death. I had walked to the third floor, and to my room. The king size bed looked lonely. The whole room did. I had only a few more months to change what had been done to me. I growled and yelled loud punching the marble wall beside me. The wall had more than a few dents in it. I simmered down but was still glaring at the new dent in the wall, and breathing hard.
Was this innocent girl, was Kenna, the key to breaking this damn curse? Not even the guys could reverse what had been done. What was a weak girl going to do? CC never stopped telling me that I needed to be nice, to be loving. I was going to be nice, I was going to be kind, I owed her that, but I didn’t owe her a mate. I was incapable. I don’t owe her any more than that.
And that, was the end of the story.
I finally remembered where I had seen Kenna before. Yes I attacked her, but I had sworn I had seen her before that. Her mother. She used to help at the orphanage. She was my best friend there…and then, on my first turn…I killed her.
Maybe some part of my beast was me. It saw Gwen in Kenna and knew it had to spare her. Leaving her mother less, and from what I had gotten that first day she was here, with an abusive man in her life. I remembered playing with Mark as a kid. We were the same age and Gwen would often bring both of her kids to play with all of us. I never knew Mark would be capable of such things. Kenna was so small back then, seven or eight.
I had lied when I said I saw her watering the flower bed. I had gotten her flowers from the orphanages garden on several occasions, trying to kiss up to Gwen really, but she loved them.
I was surprised she hasn’t recognized me. Maybe the trauma of losing her mother had blocked out any memories of her childhood.
She loved that room. And a part of me felt like I needed to protect her, for Gwen, for what I had done to her… The rest of the guys acted like I normally would in this kind of situation if it was any other girl who was our maid. But Kenna was different.
It was almost midnight when Jinxx approached me. “Killing her will be easy.” He said like we had already disgusted this.
“What?” I questioned looking down on him. “Why the fuck would we kill her?”
He looked to me as if I had changed my mind. “Because her debt is almost paid, a few more rooms and then we kill her. That was her debt.” He sounded like he was resaying everything, but slower.
“I have no idea who you talked to about this but you have to authority or say over what happens in this house, especially to that girl.” I got in his face.
Jinxx gave a sly smile and shook his head. “Oh how the mighty have fallen.” He looked away then back to me, chuckling.
“I am in command, Jinxx, never forget that.” I spit.
He clenched his jaw. I walked away before either one of us got into an argument that would end in death. I had walked to the third floor, and to my room. The king size bed looked lonely. The whole room did. I had only a few more months to change what had been done to me. I growled and yelled loud punching the marble wall beside me. The wall had more than a few dents in it. I simmered down but was still glaring at the new dent in the wall, and breathing hard.
Was this innocent girl, was Kenna, the key to breaking this damn curse? Not even the guys could reverse what had been done. What was a weak girl going to do? CC never stopped telling me that I needed to be nice, to be loving. I was going to be nice, I was going to be kind, I owed her that, but I didn’t owe her a mate. I was incapable. I don’t owe her any more than that.
And that, was the end of the story.
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