009 - His woman?

CHAPTER NINE

NYMERA POV

It was the fifth day since I returned from that hellhole.

Ever since, I've avoided everyone. I was looking way too pathetic to show my face.

The only time I stepped out was when Ophelia wanted me to do something for her. I thought she would be considerate and not send me on errands.

Her words echoed in my head. "I didn't inflict the pain and injuries on you, so why should I bear the consequences?"

A knock on the door jolted me out of thoughts.

"Who's that?" I asked. My pitch was a bit higher.

"Laila Your Lady," a tiny female voice replied 

Your Lady? That sounds new because it's been a while. Does anyone still consider me the Luna?

I shook off the thought and twisted the doorknob. I opened the door, revealing a young girl about my age.

She didn't look familiar.

"Are you a new maid?" I asked, looking at her.

Her head was hung low. "I'm the king's maid, and I don't belong to Caspian Pack," she replied quietly.

That makes perfect sense. The maids around here are all Ophelia's lapdogs.

"How may I help you?"

She finally locked eyes with mine. "His Majesty demands your presence in his chambers now."

I rubbed my sweaty palms together. My heart pounded against my chest. This would be the seventh time Zephyros had asked me to come see him.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. My injuries were not healed completely, and I don't want him to see me like this.

"Uhm, tell him I'm currently busy with some tasks, but I will go to meet him the moment I'm done," I said

The girl looked at me suspiciously. Of course, she could sense that I was lying, but she couldn't question me. To her, I'm still the Luna.

"I'll make sure to deliver your message." She bowed and left. I closed the door, leaned against it and let out a heavy sigh.

Zephyros was the least of my problems. I needed to find a way to conceive Dorian's child, but I know it's almost impossible because he would rather die than touch me.

But what if I don't have to conceive Dorian's child? What if I find out where my mother is, rescue her so they won't have a leverage against me.

But how? Whether it's Dorian or those bloody family members, they have eyes and ears everywhere.

I stayed indoors, thinking of what to do. Hours passed. The sun had hidden its face. The sky had become dark.

Another knock landed on the door, and I groaned. Why does he keep sending people to ask for me?

"Tell the king that I don't feel like meeting anyone," I shouted, but the knocking persisted.

My nose flared. Angrily, I stood up and marched to the door. Forcefully, I opened the door, ready to lash out, but the words got stuck.

Standing before me was a fuming Zephyros.

I blinked rapidly to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. Without waiting for me to invite him in, he walked into the room, his hands shoved in his pockets.

Slowly, I closed the door and looked at him. He remained silent, his back faced to me.

I fiddled with the hem of my dress. Why did he come here? What if someone saw him? What will they think?

Hmmm. I cleared my throat. "Your Majesty, what brings you here?" I asked in a low voice.

He didn't reply. I kept quiet as my head was blank.

I shifted uncomfortably where I stood. The fact that Zephyros was in my wretched room made me feel sick.

He probably treated me in high regard because he thought his nephew was a good husband to me.

He didn't say anything. Instead, he turned to me. His green eyes pierced into mine, and I diverted mine, unable to hold his gaze.

"Let's go. I have to take you somewhere," he said with gritted teeth.

I furrowed my brow. Where? I don't think I'm fit to go anywhere? It would be better to reject the offer.

"I'd rather not, Your Majesty," I mumbled.

The room fell silent, and the next minute, I gasped as he threw me over his shoulder and headed outside.

"Please let me go. People will get the wrong impression when they see us like this," I pleaded, but he wouldn't listen.

I continued to hit his back. Not once did he flinch, but my hand hurt. "Okay fine, I'll go with you, just let me walk myself," I added, but silence was what I got in response.

Thankfully, no one saw us. He walked into his chambers, and there were no servants. He placed me on the bed and left without sayings anything.

Soon, he returned holding a first aid kit.

"Remove your dress," he said casually, like it was nothing.

Instead of doing what he told me, I hugged myself.

He raised his brow, probably confused at my reaction. "Seliora, I hate repeating myself," he groaned.

He sighed and softened his facial features. "I just want to help you treat your wounds," he urged.

He knows that I'm hurt? How did he know?

"Don't look at me like that. I may not be the Alpha of this Pack but I'm still the king," he smirked.

Zephyros, although sweet, I still find him creepy.

"Just let me treat your wounds, so I can take you where I want to."

I nodded and walked into his closet and unbuttoned the first few buttons. I covered my chest, while my back was bare.

Soon, he started treating the injuries. I hissed as the alcohol touched the bruises. He blew air onto it to ease the pain.

I shivered as goosebumps prickled my skin. As he continued doing so. If only he knew how much his actions were affecting me.

Later, I rode with him in his royal carriage. I peeped out of the window and we were in the middle of nowhere.

After a while, the carriage stopped, and we both exited the carriage.

Zephyros held my hand and led me further into the bush.

Does he want to kill me?

My eyes widened when I saw two men tied to a tree. They were brutally injured and barely alive.

"What's going on, Your Majesty?" I shuddered.

"Giving them what they deserve. Look closer at their faces."

I walked closer to them and squinted my eyes, but they reeked of blood.

My eyes widened at the discovery. They were the two guards Caius ordered to beat me up.

"I brought you here so you could deal with them however you deem fit. They should pay for their sins," Zephyros declared.

I looked at the two men. They were indeed at my mercy, but if I should be brutal, it would mean I'm no different from the others.

I turned to Zephyros and smiled. "I really appreciate that you want me to get the justice I deserve, but I really can't hurt them."

He shrugged. “Alright then. Go wait for me in the carriage. I want them to deliver a message to their masters," and I nodded.

I was about to enter the carriage when cries pierced the air, but it became quiet almost immediately.

My legs sprinted back, and I threw up immediately. Two heads were on the floor while the bodies remained suspended in the air.

I watched as Zephyros’ men placed the heads in separate boxes.

"Why... Why did you do that?" I stuttered.

"No one hurts my woman and gets away with it," he growled.

His woman? Has he really become a devil for me? Can I handle this monster, or will it destroy me?