Chapter 12 A seagull

“You do understand why you were punished?” Her Master cheeks were flashed, he was aroused. She could make him more excited using her pheromones and showing submission in a more erotic way, but she didn’t feel like it.

“Of course Master. I broke the rules and deserved to be punished.” She was standing looking him straight in the eyes. She could feel his pheromones but she made sure not to release any of hers.

“Are you angry Omega?”

“Wouldn’t dare Master. I’m your property, you can do whatever you want with me.” Her answer made him stunned for a moment.

“Yes you are mine. Don’t forget that.” His aura became even more gloomy.

“I won’t Master. Ever. Again.”

Then there was an awkward silence.

“You can rest.”

“Thank you Master.” Arya stood in one place not moving a single step. Mr Reyes turned around and his pale blue eyes met hers.

“Tomorrow you are allowed to go for a walk.”

Arya kept silent, she hated him. He can stick this walk right into his ass. He was standing there expecting some reaction after a minute or so he left.

Tears rolled down Arya’s face. Not because of pain but because she felt so fucking powerless. She could do nothing here. She only had to follow and obey. Fuck no. There was a knock on the door.

“Enter.”

It was the butler. She was still standing next to the armchair where her Master punished her. The butler saw her crying and he became uncomfortable.

“This is an ointment and …. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry sir? I made a mistake and I was punished, you acted well. Your conscience is clear.”

Jason lowered his head. For a moment it looked like he wanted to say something but he didn’t know what.

“If you don’t mind sir I’d like to stay on my own. If I’m allowed to of course.”

“Of course madam.” Jason bowed and left.

The next morning Arya woke up as usual early in the morning. Her butt burned a little but it wasn’t a problem. The ointment worked wonders. She took extra care preparing her clothes. That Fucker liked red color so she found a red dress, not a fancy ball gown but a one that made her look elegant and underlined her waist. With a red ribbon she has made herself a headband. Then she waited. Jason came to take her to the morning saloon where they ate breakfast.

“Good morning madam.” He bowed.

“Good morning sir.”

Jason waited expectantly. Arya usually talked with him a little but after yesterday there will be no more small talk with you asshole, she thought.

Arya followed him to the small saloon. Mr Reyes was already there, as always. As they entered Arya stood next to the chair waiting for a command.

“Why are you standing? Sit down. Jason, leave us.”

Arya sat down but she wasn’t eating. Mr Reyers noticed her motionless and put the newspaper aside.

“Eat.”

Arya took a small bun and started nibbling at it. She was doing it on purpose, after yesterday she wanted to take revenge on him despite her limited possibilities.

“You don’t feel well? How’s your body?” He looked a bit worried.

“I’m fine, Master. I’m just not that hungry.” It was a lie Arya could eat two of even three of those sweet buns but it was part of her game. Mr Reyes was watching her after a while he asked.

“Are you giving me a silent treatment?”

He catches up fast but Arya decided not to admit to anything. She gave him a surprised look.

“No Master. I just have nothing to say.”

“Is that so?” He crossed his arms looking at her. “Next week is your birthday, how would you like to celebrate it?”

That was her chance to get out of this mansion but something inside, some inborn stubbornness made her act indifferent.

“I have no wishes Master. I have never celebrated my birthday in the institution.”

“You are no longer there, so you can decide.”

Arya could have stopped it there but she was angry and wasn’t willing to let go.

“I can decide? Well then can I stay in my room?”

His frown deepened.

“You want to stay in your room on your birthday?”

“Yes Master.”

“Good, you will stay in your room till your birthday. Do you like my present?”

“Yes, thank you Master.” Arya smiled. “May I go to my room Master?”

“Yes.” Mr Reyes was pissed. She made him angry and enjoyed every minute of it. He took the newspaper and started reading it.

“Thank you.” Arya stood up and left the breakfast room. Actually she earned herself a fucking week in her room. Boring as hell. Cora would have told her that she gained nothing, that wasn’t the way to charm an Alpha. Alphas love to show up in front of their Omegas, even more they enjoy their gratitude and praises. Fuck she won’t give him that. That was her punishment.

In her room she sat down on the sofa and opened a random book. There was a picture of a small boat and a single white seagull in the sky. Everything around that bird was blue, the sky and the sea. The bird was there alone watching over an empty boat. The poem next to this picture was about a long journey back home.

Arya had no home. She had no place to call her own, she was here as long as her Master wished for it. It might be tomorrow or next year or in five years time but he might get rid of her by selling her to the next Alpha or wherever. She felt no security, she was like that seagull watching over an empty boat, that wasn’t hers.