Chapter 4

Sabrina’s POV

"We are five minutes away from Trisvila," said the guard who rode the chariot.

"Good," the Dark Lord said, his voice just a tempo above a whisper.

We had been riding for the past one hour and I was yet to utter a word. I'd tried to be a strong girl, hoping to find the slightest chance of escape. But there was none. My hope was shattered. Any form of encouragement I was giving myself was just in vain. The road we traveled was deserted. The deafening silence it bore was more dreadful than a cemetery's. I didn't hear as much the chirp of a bird.

The moment Trisvila came into view, I lost every hope of escape and gave up on being strong.

Tears filled my eyes to the brim and I began to sob heavily. The Dark Lord was quiet and unbothered. Well, I didn't expect sympathy from a beast like him.

The carriage stopped and the next thing I heard the Dark Lord say was, "Step out."

His voice wasn't as commanding as Charde's, but my whole being hurried to obey him. It felt like disobedience to his instructions would be followed by my death.

He didn't climb down the carriage with me. From where he sat, he gave an order to one of his guards, Lincoln, who had an average sized body, unlike the other two who had huge muscular builds.

"Show her to her room, Lincoln, and get her ready for me before night falls."

"Yes, Master," Lincoln bowed.

The Dark Lord rode away in the carriage with the other two servants, while I followed Lincoln into the Dark Manor.

My wolf had been silent for the past hour. But she finally spoke when Lincoln stopped at a door. He removed his hood and revealed a pack of braided blonde hair.

I swallowed hard. This man has been blessed with the beauty of a woman. His lips were pink and glistened like stretched rubber, his nose finely carved and pointed. If he was a stranger I'd just met at a bar, I swear, I'd have fallen in love with him at first sight.

"Let me make the rules here clear," he said, waking me up from my fantasy.

I took my eyes off his distracting lips and got my hands busy with the hem of the dress I wore.

"In this huge manor, I'm only second to the Master. Every instruction I give is merely his instruction coming through me. And just like the Master, there's a lot I won't tolerate from you," he continued. “You're here to be his breeder and, for that to happen, you'll abide by all the rules I give you."

The first was that I should always be ready and available for the Master whenever he needed me. Second, I was forbidden from touching him when we were mating. Third, I was forbidden from discussing my affairs with him any other person.

"Three simple rules," Lincoln voiced out. “Heed to all of them and your life will be as good as gold. Once the master returns tonight, you'll submit yourself to him and he will mark you as his breeder."

I swallowed hard and answered him, “Understood."

"The room to the right is yours. Go in there and wait for the Master to return. If you need anything, knock once on my door. Knocking twice could be the death of you," Lincoln warned. “You shall knock on the Master's door in the same manner."

I nodded and headed off right after he went into his own room. Tears filled my eyes as I strode along the corridor. How in the world did I go from being someone who decided what to do with her life to not having a single right anymore?

My heart sank when I got to my room. It looked like some ghost had recently packed out of it. There was dust all over the floor, and I couldn't even tell if the walls were white and had been covered in dust or if they were actually painted gray.

I went to the drawer and saw some oversized clothes, which smelled like they'd been there for over a year. There were cobwebs at the corners of the wall, under the table and under the bed frame.

I found a broom under the bed and began to sweep the whole room. I was so exhausted. My whole body craved lying on a soft bed, but I had to clean the whole room before doing that. That was how I was raised.

Two hours later, I was done. I'd transformed the room from a hell hole to a princess' chamber.

I sank into the bed, closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep within a few seconds.

By evening, Lincoln woke me up with a tap. My eyes widened on seeing him standing beside the bed.

"The master has returned," he announced. “Stand up and strip. I have to prepare you for him tonight."

On hearing that, all the weariness in my eyes vanished and I sat up immediately.

"Strip? Right here?"

"Don't make me repeat myself," he coldly responded. “And do not waste my time. Get on with it."

I recalled the warnings he had given me in the afternoon and then I remembered that I had lost all the rights I had to my own life.

Tears filled up my eyes and I began to undress before Lincoln. With nothing left on me, I stood before him, battling with the discomfort I felt as his eyes scanned me all over.

His gaze fell on my lower region and his face squeezed with disgust.

"Why do you have hair there?" He asked as if it was taboo to keep pubic hair. “The Master doesn't tolerate filth."

He threw a bag of toiletries over to me.

"Go into the bathroom and shave that off as you take your bath. There'll be a dress on your bed waiting for you by the time you're done," Lincoln said.

"Alright, sir," I nodded.

He stood up to leave, but stopped when he got to the door. He turned around immediately and called me by my name.

"Sabrina!"

"Sir!"

"Before you proceed, are you a virgin or not?" He asked.

I trembled and embarrassment clad me as I fought hard to say that I wasn't one.

"Good for you," he said. “The Master would have sent you home if you were."

In that moment, I regretted letting Charde take my virginity. How could I have been so blind to think he deserved it?

“There's… something you need to know, Sabrina,” Lincoln suddenly mentioned. I dropped everything I was doing and paid attention.

“While in bed with the master, he sees you as his late wife, Miranda.”

“My goodness. What happened to her?”

“That is none of your business,” he cut me off. “You must go along with whatever he calls you. But do not forget, don't you dare touch him…”

I rounded up with all the necessary preparations later on and headed off to the dark lord's chamber. I wore a blue satin gown with no underwear beneath it — instructions from Lincoln.

I got to the door and knocked once just like I'd been taught, then I waited patiently to get a response from the dark lord.

His footsteps began to approach the door and my heart beat sped up. I took a step back when I heard the sound of his palm gripping the doorknob.

He pulled it open and my gaze fell on his masculine build, shirtless, domineering, glaring down hard at me.

"Come in," he bellowed and I felt my legs tremble into submission. I'd never felt so intimidated by a man's presence, not even by the previous Alpha of the Gray Mist in all his serious demeanor.

I walked into the dark lord's room and the first thing that caught my attention was the absurdly large size of the room. If I wasn't exaggerating, it could fit three of mine. His bed was big enough to fit three full-grown men. Think of all the space he'd have to roll around in the night. But sleeping alone in a space like this all the time should get lonely at some point, shouldn't it?

"You know why you're here," he assumed.

"Yes, Master," I answered.

I quickly removed the silky gown which I was sure exposed all my curves as it lapped tightly on my body.

I walked up to his bed, dusting my feet before I climbed the expensive sheet that covered it. I knelt flat, my arms resting on my thighs as I awaited him.

"I assume Lincoln must have told you everything."

"Yes, Master,” I responded, those very words reminding me that he owned me now, in any and every way he wanted.

He walked up to me at the bed, taking off his clothes and revealing the charm of his bare body. A set of marble abs and his chest with a lush patch of dark hair.

He knelt behind me and whispered into my ears. “I'm an irredeemable man, Miranda.”

Miranda? Was that the name of his late wife?

I shouldn't be thinking about that. I should only play along.

“I know,” I whispered.

“Do you still wish to bear me a child after everything?” He asked, his voice laced with sadness.

“I do.”

He grabbed my arms in one swift motion, seizing them behind my back and pressing my face down to the pillow.

Goosebumps left me the moment I felt his grip. I shuddered, but still surrendered.

He scooped my hair from behind and planted a kiss on the back of my neck.

"You're my whole world, Miranda,” he whispered.

I breathed in, trying to calm my nerves. Pretending to be another woman in this manner would be the most awkward thing I've ever done.

The next thing I felt was his tongue, tracing from my neck down my spine. And it didn't stop until I felt it on my entrance.

The muscles of my back tensed up, goosebumps erupting as my spine arched in delight. This feeling… was good.

“Do you like that, Miranda?” He asked.

My body did.

But I couldn't stop thinking of what the woman I was playing to be would think if she were here right now. Sigh. What mattered was my own feelings.

“I do, my world,” I heard myself mutter.

In that instance, he lost every bit of control and began to work on me from behind with his lips, making my hips buck with each swirl of his tongue.