Chapter 8

Dakina’s POV

I push myself up off the floor because I am trying to find some scraps of dignity. “I have already agreed to your deal.”

“You agreed to be my breeder.” Little wolf, there are rules along with conditions that you need to understand before we go any further.

My stomach settles from something cold. “What kind of conditions?”

He begins to pace the room. The way puts his hands behind his back makes me think of a business guru about to give a mad ass presentation. “First, no emotional attachment. It would be sick if you fell in love with me head over heels. Make sure to keep your emotions in check. This is purely transactional. I keep you secure, and I avenge you against Lucan. That is the reason you breed my pups. Nothing more, nothing less.”

I nod. That would work for me. I would never be emotionally attached to this egocentric man. To fall in love with or even care for this man is just a sickening thought.

“Second,” he continues, “when the contract expires, you must leave”

“When does it expire?”

His smile has a sharpness like that of the blade. “I choose the expiration date.”

My stomach drops. “I don’t understand “

“Exactly what I said. It is simplas I have spoken it. If you don't understand, It means you are dumb”

“Explain to me!” I say, irritated and my eyes never leaving him

“Fine, since you want me to spell it out for you like a, b, c… I get to dump you when I am tired of you. When your pussy is old and smelly and loose. That could be after a total of ten, twenty or five or a single pup. That's my choice to make

I stare at him, disgust painting my insides. ”That's not fair,” I try to control my temper. “What about if I want to leave earlier than that?”

”Then in order for you to be my breeder, you should not have agreed.“

Fists clench within my hands. ”Making me into a prisoner is basically just what you're doing now.“

He corrects, ”I'm keeping you alive.“ ”Big difference in that.“

"There's no difference!" I snap, feeling some of my anger returning. My father had always told me that my temper would be the end of me. But is my temper not needed now? These men treat me like I am a common thing. They want to turn me into a slave, and I am supposed to just sit down, nod my head and I agreed to everything?. "You're trapping me in a contract with no end date. That's not an agreement, that's slavery! You decide to keep me forever, and I have no saying it!"

He flares up. "Slavery? You think this is slavery? Wait till you see slavery when Lucan catches you. You have no idea what real suffering looks like, princess."

“For all I know, Lucan might even be better than you. What is the difference between you and him? Both of you would make me suffer endlessly either way!”

“Then go back to him!” he fires back. “All you do is know how to talk nonsense and let your temper get into your head, but when the guards come again, you will hide under the bed like a house rat! Stupid little princess!”

"Stop calling me that," I let out a small snarl that sounds weaker than I intended to be. And as if I have given him another thing to laugh about, he chuckles, but I keep talking anyway. "I'm not a princess anymore, so you can save the title and shove it down your throat! And I am not stupid”

"Why do you hate the truth so much?" he says with a smug on his face that I want to wipe out with one straight punch in his face. "You're a stupid girl with every bit of a spoiled princess, that is why you were acting so entitled. I want to save your life and all you do is bite the finger that is feeding you? Tell me, Danika, how many guards and servants were assigned to you during your pampered little life?"

“What?” I stutter briefly “ Why are you asking me that? What does that have to do with anything with discussing?” somehow we shocked me that he’s asking this kind of question.

"Answer me,” he does not back down

I lift my chin stubbornly. "One hundred and fifty,” I rolled my eyes

Alfonso stops walking up and down and suddenly stares at me. Then he throws back his head and laughs out almost uncontrollably. "One hundred and fifty! No wonder you're so senseless, rude, and arrogant with a bad temper. You've never done a single thing for yourself in your entire life."

"That's not true!" I fight back in protest. I look away, afraid that he would see the lie in my eye. He has guessed right, I never have done anything for myself. Back at school, my classmates called me, daddy‘s girl- this is because everybody knew that I have never done any house chore in my life. When my mother gave birth to me- the goddess bless her soul- she decreed that I would never do any house chore. She said she wanted me to be soft, soft as butter, delicate as lilies in a blooming garden field, she said she wanted my skin to be clear as Milk, my face to be ageless like wine, my body to smell like roses and sandalwood. And even after she died and dad married Lucan’s Mother- my step mother- he never allowed her to make me work as she wanted to. He warned her sternly to stay away from making me do house chores. she hated it, but what choice did she have?

I have never lifted a finger.I do not know how to cook, even boil a kettle of water or even turn on the gas because I have never cooked a meal. I do not know how to use the mopping stick, sweep the floor or even pack dirt, because I have never cleaned a room- not even my own room. I have never even dressed myself without help- I always need assistance to botton up my shirts, zip up my blouse and gown, hook my trousers, comb my hair, pack my hair, curl my hair, polish my shoes. Doing my laundry was something I did not ever even think of because I never wanted to spoil my perfectly manicured hand. I always did my nails every week and every time I made a very beautiful and bright color, doing laundry would have spoiled it, and father didn’t want me to lift a finger

"It is not true?" he challenges. "When was the last time you washed your own clothes?” he asks as if it is a challenge, as if he could read my mind. “Have you even ever made your own bed? Did you ever do anything without looking for help from your father?

“I was a princess, not a servant”

"A princess that could not even successfully escape the pack," he scoffs

"I would have made it if not for the heat!" I argue. "If that doctor hadn't given me those drugs-"

"If, if, if, just shut up" he interrupts. "You're just full of excuses”

“Servants do not make a person weak. My father had twice as many, and he was the strongest Alpha in the region!"

"Your father is dead," Alfonso says coldly. "Killed by his own son. That is not being strong, that is weakness and it is disgusting. Your whole bloodline is disgusting and weak! Even your brother is taking out his anger on you, a mere woman. I am sure he cannot even go against any strong Alpha”

I gasp like he's slapped me. Not at the comment about my brother, no, not at all. But rather, I gasp at what he says about my father and my bloodline. "How dare you!"

"How dare I what? I was just saying the truth. Your father was not strong. He could not even see the betrayal that was under his nose”

"Shut up!" I scream, running at him to make an attack . "Don't you dare talk about my father!"

He catches me even before I can’t even come too close to him and raises me up. I kick in the air and trash violently. "What is it? If you are going to stay with me, you have to learn how to hear and accept the hard truth. What I am saying is very simple and harmless, your father was a weak man try not to be like him.”