“We should leave now,” I informed them, not wanting her to ask me more questions.
She nodded gently, and we walked out of the room.
I saw him move in his seat the second I got there. I saw something flash in his eyes, but it was gone too quickly like it never came. He said nothing to me. He just paid and stepped out with me walking behind him. They brought the bags out to place them in the car's boot, about five loads. Was it weird that I expected some compliments of some sort? I remember Lucien always giving me a good comment every time I dress up in a new dress. Now that I thought of it. What if he never meant it? Aside from that, on the days that we made love, he whispered ‘I love you’ to me. What exactly went through his mind? What white face did he feel every time he was thrusting into me? Did he see Diana? I let out a soft inaudible sigh and shove the painful thoughts to the back of my mind. The driver pulled the door open for him, and he stepped in; he held it available for me, and I stepped in as well. “Thank you,” I muttered silently and sent him a faint smile. He smiled back and closed the door. I caught the frown in Master’s eyes. “You are not allowed to say a word to anyone unless I want you to, understood?” He said, his voice firm and composed, yet it held this edge that I couldn’t put the finger on or describe. I swallowed the big lump of saliva that had crawled up my throat into my almost dry mouth and nodded in response. I was scared to say a word because he didn’t permit me to do so. “You can talk.” He said, his voice harsh. “Yes…Master.” I stammered. My eyes now stare at my new heels and newly painted toenails. “Good.” He added, “You can call that in private, but call me Cruz in public.” He ordered. “Okay Ma…Cr…Cruz.” I stammered. He stared at me hard, sending me a questioning look, then looked away. The rest of the drive was a quiet one. Soon we stopped in front of two gigantic Black gates, then waited for the guards to pull them open before the driver drove it. The place looked so big and beautiful, water running from a fountain with the stature of a naked she-wolf hanging on it. Almost half of the area had green trees, adding to its beauty. I was tempted to turn my head to take in more details, but I didn’t, not knowing what he might say to that. Do I need permission for that too? Should I ask? I shove the thoughts aside, not lifting my eyes from my feet. The car parked in front of the big building painted Black; the Driver stepped down from the car to open the door for us, letting us out. I was about to mutter another “Thank you” when I remembered his order, so I said nothing and walked past him. We walked in, two hefty guards standing at the side of each door holding the door open for us. It made me feel like Royalty again, and I loved it. “Good day, Master.” They greeted. He barely responded to some and the others, and he did with a nod. It made me wonder if this would be him every day. Different artwork was hanging in almost every part of the house, only that they were all black and White. They lacked any color, and I was curious to know why. The flowers that stood elegantly in the vases were always Black. Was that his best color? I thought. We continued up the stairs leading to the upper part of the house. There was enough light emanating from the bulbs and chandeliers that hung above, so it was easier to differentiate one place from another. Aside from the doors were Black as well. I found that cringe because I doubted I could handle something of this level. Black wasn't my favorite; it was the minor likable color I liked. Sometimes I wondered why it was even color in the first place if it didn't make one happy. I wanted bright colors, colors that put a smile on your face. A Pink gown could be Orange, Green, or Yellow. Anything at all, anything but Black. We eventually stopped in front of a room, and he twisted the door to the room and pushed it open. “This is this your room.” He informed me and stepped in. I stepped in after, my eyes darting from the Black and White drawings on the wall just above the bed head to the frame that hung on the left side of it. The bed was pushed to the side of the wall. The duvet was also Black; the only touch of White I saw was the pillowcase and the edges of the standing mirror. How was I supposed to sleep here without having a nightmare? “Dinner is served by nine. Come down by then.” He said, and with this, he walked out of the room.ELEANOR’S POV. I felt this nasty sting up in my nostrils, and it was acrid. Sulfur mixed with smoke. There was a sizzling sound; it smelled like burnt beef, smelt like horror, like fear mixed with the stench of burnt hair and the smell of coagulated blood. I could hear their screams and wails so vividly in my head as they crawled away from the fire that was already burning half of their bodies.The smell was sickening, but my fear made me want to puke more. I could almost feel the taste of their horrors in the back of my mouth.I tried searching for my family amidst my blurry eyes, but I couldn't find them. There was no sight of them amongst the others, which made my heartbeat rate quicken. Were they dead? Maybe slaughtered by the Raiders. By the evil monsters who had invaded our innocent little town to bestow their wrath on it and maybe capture some enslaved Wolves.“Stay here, and don't come out.” My Mother said, bent down to place a gentle kiss on my forehead. She turned to look
CRUZ’S POV. I pick up the fork and bring it close to my mouth only to place it back on the plate. I wasn’t interested in the food, plus I haven’t been eating much ever since the incident—the incident I didn’t want to go back to. I have tried to conceal that part of me from everyone. I lift my eyes off the plate to land on her, her eyes running over her dress. I heard her mutter ‘thank you’ to Servant Rose even though I had explicitly asked her not to speak to anyone without my permission. I had my reason. I was going to reprimand her again, but I choose not to. She shivered a little more and settled on the chair, her eyes glued to the table as though she was scared to look my way as if I was some monster, which I liked. I wanted her to fear me because I needed that leash on her to control her.“We have a meeting in thirty minutes,” I informed her, my eyes now on my plate. “Dish some food for her,” I order no one in particular, and one of the maids stepped forward to carry it out, t
ELEANOR’S POV. A smile curled up my lips, a smile of satisfaction as I stared at my reflection in the big-sized mirror. The dress was perfect, it looked perfect. It was made of Red Satin, an off-the-shoulder mermaid straight dress, with an opening at the back ending just on my waist, and a high thigh split on my left leg. It looked perfect with the golden shoe I had paired it with. I was ready for the meeting, although I had no idea whom I was going to be meeting up with. I still wanted to look my best because I suspected that it had to be his family. For him to want me to meet them, then it must be important for my role. Plus I haven’t seen any Royal since my arrival.I adjusted my Red lipstick, before walking out of the room. My Red hair flowed along with the direction of the wind. A guard was waiting for me at the door by the time I got outside, and I knew immediately that my Pretend Alpha must have put him there, probably to help me to the meeting room.“Good day, Luna.” He gre
CRUZ’S POV. A bead of sweat rolled down my face, and numbers rolled off my tongue inaudibly.“Thirty-Six.” I counted as I continued with my push-up.I still found it hard to push the day’s incident aside. Even after years of his death, my monster of a Father still had this terrible effect on me. He still managed to bring out the other side of me. For a minute I saw his face right on Eleanor’s, his lips parted slightly with a devilish smirk on his face. The one he used to have on every time before he landed his long wipe on my back, its body filled with thorns that would pierce right into my skin and scrape some off.“You need to let how to control your emotions as the future ruler of this kingdom.” He would say every time a drop of tears fell down my cheek and land another wipe on my back till I can take it no more and eventually go silent.My fingers curled into fists in anger. This kingdom and its people had robbed me of my childhood moments all because I had to be a good King for
THIRD PERSON’S POV. Until hours ago, Cruz never knew he would let out this monster side of himself. He never thought he would be standing out here, banging loudly on her door, attempting to kick it down with all the workforce he had gathered.Because up until her, he had never been refused by a she-wolf, talk less a commoner. It took him that long to get here because he had to hit the gym first to relieve his anger, but it didn't work out. Every time he bent down, letting the numbers roll down his tongue, he remembered the servant's words.Who was she to refuse him?She was nothing but his doll. His pet. His minion. She was here to play a character before...He landed another loud bang on the door. His anger boiled the more at the thought that she was in there, ignoring him, probably laughing at him for constituting such a nuisance. He was about to land another bang on the door when his Beta, Martins, showed up.Martins looked curious as he tried to figure out the whole drama.“Wha
CRUZ’S POV. My eyes landed on my wristwatch as I awaited her arrival. I was sitting impatiently in the back of the car. When she arrived minutes later, pulling the door open and stepping in, I almost mistook her for someone else. She looked so different and better. She looked nothing like the commoner I had brought home. She looked believable. She looked like what a Luna should look like. And that was where today’s outings came in. We were on our way to visit the farmers, according to the Elders' wishes. They believed that would convince the people to love me again.But did I give one tiny fuck about their lives?No. Not at all. But I still had to do it. I still had to do everything I could do. All before my inauguration. After that, I wouldn’t need to please anyone.I could feel her avoiding my eyes as she looked away countless times when our eyes met. It was probably still an effect of last night’s outburst.Was I over it yet?Not at all.Even as I looked at her, I felt this crazy
THIRD PERSON’S POV.Cruz's eyes got bloodshot as he watched her there, kneeling on one knee with a small Wolf standing right in front of her. She held his palm in her left hand, turning it around like she was checking something.“Why did you do it? You shouldn’t do that to yourself.” Eleanor said, her voice low, soft, and sweet. Eleanor had seen him trying to jump down from a high place, and she ran as fast as she could to catch up with him because she knew for sure that he would only end up injuring himself or maybe losing his life in the process. However, she had studied him enough to know he was about to do that on purpose. He was trying to kill himself. She couldn’t just stand there and watch it happen even if the others decided to. Every single life was meaningful. Losing her family in the raid had taught her that.Cruz doubted that he had ever heard that side of her. That side of her showed how sympathetic she could be.“I…I. I was just hungry.” The little boy stammered, starin
THIRD PERSON’S POV.“What was that all about?” He roared angrily at her. He was pissed, angry, annoyed. Any other word to describe this threatening volcano breaming inside him? “Were you trying to act like a hero back there? Acting all high and mighty when you are nothing but my slave. An enslaved she-wolf I bought with my own money.” He added, accompanied by a mocking laugh.She said nothing. Her head lowered. Her eyes were glued to the floor.“How many times did I warn you not to talk to anyone without my permission? Huh!” He yelled at her again and heard her sniff back a tear.He stormed towards her, grabbing her by the arm, his fingers clinging onto her tightly.“When I talk to you, you answer, and that's an order!” He roared.She jerked her head up to look at him, the tears in her eyes blurring her vision as she let out a prolonged dry laughter.“What should I say, huh? Tell me. Tell me the right words I am to say to suit your bruised ego. Oh, your Majesty. Mighty Ruler. Is that