CRUZ’S POV.
I was, sitting in the back of the car with a strange yet beautiful-looking she-wolf directly opposite me. What had pushed me into this was simple, the Kingdom’s desperation to have a Luna.
Why did I let their wants and need to get to me?
Because...well, I had no idea.
Maybe because I was their Alpha.
Or maybe I needed closure.
I don't know.
I heaved out a soft sigh as I tried not to look away from the space I stared ahead. I could feel her hesitation. She didn't want to be here, and that was obvious. I lacked any form of sympathy for her, so I wasn't interested in her story or how she got there. All I cared about was giving my Wolves a Luna.
When I heard of the slave trade in the Black Market, I came up with an idea, and I knew I had to give it a shot.
So here I was, with a she-wolf I was starting to doubt would fit into the status. Maybe I should have gone for a more classy she-wolf.
But no, I wanted someone I could control.
About fifteen minutes into the drive, I decided to tell her of her role in this. I tilted my head to look her way and saw her looking downwards, her eyes glued to her feet as she moved them gently. It made me wonder what was going through her mind then, but it wasn't in my position to care.
“What's your name?” I asked her and watched her head jerk up in fear to land her big Blue eyes on me. There was something about her eyes that wanted to drown me in.
“El...El...Eleanor.” She stammered and blinked her eyes, her long Black lashes fluttering with the wind. She looked away again, her eyes avoiding mine.
Was there something she was hiding? Or did she feel intimated by me?
I wondered.
Growing up, I was told that my appearance and looks often intimated the weak ones around me; even the strong ones could barely stand it. That was one thing that made me stand out amongst the other Alpha.
Because they referred to me as the Alpha with the Blackheart.
They were right.
I had no heart.
“Okay, Eleanor,” I responded, letting her name roll off my tongue slowly before clearing my throat.
“This is it. Your name is Princess Lily from Dark World Pack, 22 years of age, and the only daughter of Alpha Patrick and the late Luna Sparkles.” I paused, my eyes lingering over her for no reason in particular.
It could be that I wanted to know if she paid attention.
I shoved the thought aside and continued.
“You are an old friend of mine, and we attended the same school. Understood?” I informed her.
Her head jerks up again, this time faster than before, as though I just asked her to assassinate someone. She sent me a questioning look. I knew she wanted to ask questions, but instead, she said nothing, nodding in response.
“Good. I need you to be my pretend Luna.” I ordered her. It wasn't like I needed her opinion after all. I didn't care about her thoughts or wants. All I cared about was mine.
She was mine. My pet. My slave. Mine to do anything well. And right now, I wanted her to play a character role. This would be a movie with me as the Director, the Scriptwriter, and the Male Lead.
That was why I was superior. I could do anything without anyone's permission.
I loved the feeling of that.
Her jaw dropped. I had no idea if it was from disbelief or bewilderment. She looked shocked to hear it, more appalled than when I told her to play the character.
She opened her mouth to say something but closed it on seeing the stern look I gave her. I hated being questioned, especially by someone way below me.
I said nothing more to her, looking away to stare back at the space ahead.
Her breathing had gotten heavy, and I could hear it because that was how sensitive my hearing could sometimes be. I can hear a pin drop from a mile away.
Well, that was if I wanted to.
My eyes lingered back to her, running over here one more time, taking in all the little details I needed to take in. It was at that point that it occurred to me that she needed to not just act on the role but look at the position.
“Turn the car around!” I ordered, my voice cold.
Driver Plank turned his head around to look at me.
“May I ask why, Master?” He said.
I sent him a cold glare.
“Are you questioning my orders?” I asked, my voice getting harsher and my anger boiling up.
Who was he to question me, especially in front of her?
“N...n...No, Sir.” He sauntered, his hand shivering as he turned the car around.
About twenty minutes into the drive, I sighted a shop fancy enough for my patronage.
“Stop the car!” I ordered, and immediately the car stopped, letting out a loud screech.
Yes! That was the way I wanted it.
Fear. I wanted them to fear me. I needed them to worry me.
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“Pick whatever you desire,” I informed her, then settled on the sofa. My eyes ran through the dresses there. They all looked good. I didn't know much about buying things, so it was all up to her.
Her eyes were glued to the floor, her fingers intertwined before her lower body. She ran her fingers in circles on the uneven floor. My eyes landed on her bare feet.
I squeezed my eyes briefly.
She had walked with those in this hot weather.
Why didn't she say something?
I was cold, not brutal.
The young Blonde who had walked up to us to attend to us looked from her to me as though trying to understand our connection.
I knew she could be too shy to talk or scared.
“Bring your best collection,” I informed her, and she gave me a slight nod before walking away to attend to us.
She returned a few minutes later with three hangers full of dresses, different colors and styles.
“These are the best ones, Sir. Which do you want?” She asked.
I thought hard for a second.
“Give us everything in her size,” I ordered, and she nodded as the others started to pack them.
I caught Eleanor stealing a glance at me, pulling her eyes away quickly.
I knew she was shocked. But I could afford it. I could afford this whole shop.
By the time they were done, I had asked them to get her something appropriate yet beautiful and some shoes too. I watched them gesture to her to come with them, and she did after I gave her a nod to go ahead.
I picked up a fashion magazine from the stand beside the Brown sofa and flipped it over. It looked old and undoubtedly outdated.
Poor!
I yelled in my head, rolled my eyes, and slammed the magazine back on the stand.
I was getting impatient as seconds ticked into minutes, minutes into longer minutes. I was wondering if she was ever going to come out.
Or did she run off? Did they maybe let her pass through the back door after she explained her dilemma? Should I perhaps barge in and do something?
Argh!
I was about to stand up when she appeared.
My gaze followed her every move. My eyes almost twitched.
ELEANOR’S POV. I could hardly believe my sight accuracy the second it landed on this beautiful stranger staring back at me in the mirror. She looked like me but was me. She didn't look anything like the usual me.“I'm sure your husband will like this.” The she-wolf with the Blond hair said, but I responded with nothing as I pinned my lips firmly.I wasn't sure of what to say. Should I call him my Master or my Pretend Alpha?He bought me, after all.“You good?” She said after some seconds, her eyes accessing me as though she was trying to read me like a book.I thought of telling her my predicament, but no thank you. What was she going to do about it? Ask me to run away.I had no one out there waiting for me, and I had nowhere to go.“I’m fine,” I responded and sent her a smile bright enough for her to believe me. She returned the smile.“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
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