Chapter Five

Chapter Five

I woke up to a room in the dark. It was grand, with glittering silver tiles that gleamed under the moon’s rays. There were two couches, velvet and in shade of sapphire. A large wooden chest, carved with intricate markings of some ancient lore I wasn’t sure off.

My head felt woozy as I turned around to a large four-post bed, with a large purple blanket sheet over it, a plethora of soft pillows which my head laid on and a beautiful headboard with the same markings as the chest drawer.

Where was I? The question troubled me greatly as I placed a hand over my head.

The last thing I remembered was my wedding, and my father being wounded, and—-

A door opened, a faint light from the outside shone in the room and I quickly yelped into a corner. I grabbed onto the nightlight, a beautiful candleholder which could source as a powerful weapon if I used it correctly.

“You’re finally awake.” I heard a female voice. Soft, pure. I stepped out of the shadows as it brought me a feeling of safety.

“Who…who are you?” I asked as she stepped into the light.

She was beautiful, with her hair wrapped into a beautiful plait, a trail of flowers adorned on each braid. I couldn’t help but admire her attire, a simple frock—lavender, with intricate gold bearings on the hem and belt of her skirt.

“I’m Lenore.” She answered, “I’m your personal maid.”

“Lenore??” My eyes widened, I turned to look around again.

“Where am I?”

“It’s an honor to finally meet the one claimed by the Alpha king himself.” she said, bowing in courtesy.

I didn’t care, all I needed were questions to be answered.

What was this place?

It was unlike anything I’d ever seen before.

“Answer me,” I said to her, “Where am I?”

Her brows arched for a moment, she flashed me a wonderful smile, “You’re in the home of the Blood Moon King.”

I gasped, reality finally seeping into my veins. I was captured, claimed, trapped, by the tyrant king of all Alphas himself. In shock of my predicament, I plummeted to the ground and tears followed shortly.

“Are you okay?” Lenore asked.

I sniffled, “I want to go home.”

She laughed, the maid laughed, “Home? This place is sealed from the rest of the—

“You’re lying,” shaking my head vigorously as I rose to my feet, “Tell me you’re lying!!”

“No miss,” She replied, “The Alpha King’s lair is sealed from the rest of the world, only he can let you go.”

I’ve heard rumors and stories of it, The Blood Moon King’s lair, situated in the shadow city. No one enters and no one leaves without his permission, those who manage to get in never return and those who manage to leave plunge into a scarring death.

I felt suffocated, tired beyond immense. My eyes carried enough bags of worry as I looked up at her, “Take me to him. Your lord, take me to him.”

Lenore smiled down at me, “I’m here to get you ready for your mate my lady.”

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I remained transfixed on the spot as Lenore unclothed me, then I was ushered into a bath with warm spices and rose petals. She was gentle, scrubbing off the sweat and dread off my skin until it shone. My eyes traveled fo the ugly tulle sprawled on the floor that was my wedding dress, I was too tired to process all that had happened, remaining silent as the maid bathed me.

I stepped out of the bath, bare naked as she rubbed my body with aromatic oils. She muttered something about it being my mate’s favorite scent but I couldn’t bother to care, I just remained still like a puppet.

Then she brushed my hair, and wove it into a beautiful which she wrapped around into a bun, two silver pins holding it all into place. I was being treated like a doll, all to meet the man who just claimed me.

“Your dress my lady.” She muttered.

It was beautiful. Unlike the ugly frock that was my wedding dress, it was a black dress with sparkling gemstones on the bodice. There were two long strands of fabric on the sleeves, reaching floor length, a delicate skirt that hung onto my curves perfectly.

I gulped hard, “This is too grand of a dress just to meet with your lord isn’t it?”

Lenore smiled and then pointed at the door.

I felt out of breath as I followed the maid, across a dark hall and into a room where he stood. My mate. The one who ruined my life, the devil spawn himself.

Looking at him alone made me want to vomit.

I felt it again, that tug towards him. His dangerously blue eyes skimmed over my body, like a predator waiting quietly for its prey before it was ready to pounce. I was uneasy beyond remorse.

Still, I garnered enough courage to speak, “I would like to—

“Come Anora.”

A command, a plea, I wasn’t so sure. With every step I took, it felt like I was plunging into a state of doom. He was so close and yet so far away.

“I wish to speak to you.” I said as I joined him at the front, then another man appeared out of nowhere. He looked like a priest.

The blood moon king smiled at me, “It can wait. Now let’s do it.”

I blinked, “Do what?”

My mate chuckled, “My sweet Anora. We’re going to get married.”