Chapter 007: Everything necessary

Mila’s POV…..

“No!“

Knox dropped his glass

Caleb got up immediately

“Let's all calm down and be civil” he said softly

“You don't really have a choice Mila, what if I send you back to the auction and get a new girl Instead”

My heart dropped, if he took me back I wouldn't be so lucky to get a less evil Alpha I could end up becoming a sex slave.

I sat back down quietly and gave him a middle finger, Caleb stifled a chuckle.

“Since you’re going to be my Luna” Knox said calmly, “you should understand exactly what that entails.”

My fingers curled into the satin at my sides. “Explain it, then.”

His eyes flicked to mine briefly, assessing whether that tone was rebellion or resignation.

Maybe both.

He finally lowered himself into the armchair across from me, crossing one ankle over his knee.

He looked calm and controlled like this was a board meeting.

“Tomorrow,” he began, “you’ll sign a legal agreement drafted by my attorney and approved by the council.”

Of course there was paperwork.

“It states that you will act as my Luna in public and private settings. You will attend pack gatherings, charity events, council meetings when necessary.”

His gaze sharpened slightly.

“You will produce an heir.”

There it was again.

“And if I don’t?” I asked quietly.

He only looked at me with a bored expression

“You don’t have that option.”

The words were matter-of-fact.

My stomach twisted.

“When I secure my position and have an heir, the contract allows you to leave with compensation.”

Compensation.

I almost laughed.

Like heartbreak had a payout amount.

Like humiliation had a price tag.

Conrad shifted slightly but remained silent.

Knox leaned forward, his forearms resting on his thighs.

“There are behavioral clauses,” he added.

Of course there were.

“You will not defy me publicly. You will not contradict me in front of the pack. If there are disagreements, they remain private.”

“And if I have an opinion?” I asked.

“Keep it respectful.”

“That wasn’t what I asked.”

His jaw tightened.

“You will learn quickly that this pack doesn’t tolerate instability.”

Translation: Your feelings are irrelevant.

He studied me for a long moment.

Then his voice lowered slightly.

“You will also move into my wing of the house once the engagement is announced.”

Of course, anything Alpha king Knox Mercer asked for, Omega Mila Carter had to do it.

“And there’s one more thing.”

Of course there was.

“You will clean my room every morning.”

For a second, I thought I didn't hear him correctly.

“…What?”

His expression didn’t change.

“My room. You’ll ensure it’s kept in order daily.”

I stared at him.

“You have staff.”

“Yes.”

“Then why—”

“Because I said so.”

Silence.

That was it.

That was the reason.

I felt heat crawl up my neck.

“You want a Luna or a maid?”

Caleb inhaled quietly.

Knox’s eyes sharpened.

“you are whatever I want you to be”

I took a deep breathe and looked at him

“Yes Alpha” I said mockingly

He was just about to say something when his phone rang in his pocket.

He glanced at the screen, his expression shifting into something sharper.

“It’s the council,” he muttered.

He answered without looking at me.

“Yes.”

His tone changed his Alpha voice taking over.

He went to the balcony, it was a private conversation.

I watched him as he spoke.

Watched the way he held himself.

The authority in his posture.

The power he carried like second skin.

He was meant to lead.

That was undeniable.

What hurt was knowing I was never meant to stand beside him.

He ended the call and slipped the phone back into his pocket.

“I have business to attend to,” he said flatly.

Of course he did.

He glanced at Caleb. “Show her the house.”

Then his eyes slid back to me again.

“Remember what I said.”

As if I could forget.

He walked out without another word.

Caleb stood up adjusting his jacket slightly.

Caleb was the blonde and Conrad was the dirty blonde one.

“This way,” he said politely.

I followed him through the wide archways, we walked past rooms that looked like they belonged in magazines.

“This is the formal dining room,” he said. “We host pack gatherings here.”

The table could seat at least 3000 wolves.

“And that’s the library.” he said pointing to a door, he opened it and I gasped.

The Shelves were two floors high and the books were arranged by color and size.

It was magnificent.

“Do you all live here?” I asked quietly.

“Knox does,” Caleb answered. “Conrad and I have quarters on the east side.”

“And Bastain?” I dared to ask

His jaw tightened slightly.

“Doesn’t step foot here.”

Good.

We walked into the kitchen.

It was enormous.

It had white marble counters with stainless steel appliances.

Everything was polished to perfection.

“The staff handles meals,” Caleb said. “But you’re free to request anything.”

Free.

Such a strange word tonight.

He stopped near the staircase to my room.

“If you need anything, let me know.”

His tone was formal.

I nodded. “Thank you.”

He hesitated a second, like he wanted to say more.

Then he didn’t and he left.

I climbed back to my room slowly.

The dress suddenly felt heavy.

I changed into my loose top and jeans again, wiping off the faint gloss from my lips.

And then my stomach growled loudly, u hadn't eaten all day.

I wrapped my arms around myself and left the room again, moving quietly down the stairs.

The kitchen lights were dimmed now, only the under-cabinet lights casting a soft glow.

The place was pin drop silent Just the hum of the refrigerator.

I hesitated for a second. Then I opened it.

The place was filled with everything.

Fresh fruit, eggs, cheese, vegetables and Milk.

I grabbed eggs and bread.

I would just make a sandwich.

I cracked the eggs into a bowl, whisking them slowly.

I kissed cooking for my dad.

I heated the pan.

The smell of cooking eggs filled the quiet kitchen.For a moment Just a moment—

I felt like myself again.

Not a Luna,not a contract, not a purchase.

Just Mila.

Making dinner.

Tears blurred my vision suddenly.

I blinked hard.

This used to be my routine.

Waking up early.

Making food for my father before hospital visits.

Counting coins and stretching ingredients.

Now I stood in a kitchen bigger than our entire house.

Cooking for myself in silence.

A tear slipped down before I could stop it.

I quickly wiped it away, flipping the eggs.

“Crying already?”

The voice came from the shadows.

I gasped.

The spatula nearly slipped from my hand as I turned sharply.

Knox stood near the kitchen entrance, half in darkness.

I hadn’t heard him walk in.

He was just… there watching me

My heart slammed against my ribs.

“How long have you been standing there?” I demanded.

“Long enough.”

His gaze dropped briefly to the stove.

“Didn’t realize you cooked.”

“Didn’t realize you lurked in shadows,” I shot back.

A faint, almost amused exhale left him.

“I live here.”

I swallowed, turning back to the pan so he wouldn’t see the tears I was hiding.

“I was hungry,” I muttered.

“You could’ve asked the staff.”

“I don’t need permission to eat.”

Silence.

Then—

“No,” he agreed quietly. “You don’t.”

That caught me off guard.

I dished the eggs and toast, keeping my back to him.

I could feel his eyes on me.

“Staring is rude” I said

“You look different without the dress,” he said suddenly.

I stiffened.

“Good.”

His voice lowered slightly.

“That’s not what I meant.”

I didn’t turn around.

“Then what did you mean?”

Silence stretched between us.

When he spoke again, his tone was quieter.

“Forget it.”

He walked away leaving me standing in the kitchen

What just happened

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