CHAPTER FIVE - Stay away

Anna's POV

As I spoke those words, I felt my heart sink with sadness, but I knew it was for the best.

He can't sacrifice his birthright for me… No! I won't let him.

Silence filled the room as Peter stared at me, his face stern.

“Anna,” Peter said firmly, “I won’t, I won't reject you.” He replied to me.

I narrowed my eyes as he said that, and then I faced him, more tears streaming down my face.

“Peter… please-” 

“Shhhh.” He whispered, cutting my words short, before he took my hands, lifting me.

“I can't… I can't let you-” My voice shook before Peter did his rudeness again, stopping me from protesting to stop him.

My face pressed against his chest as he drew me closer to him, taking in his lavender scent as he wrapped his hands around my trembling back.

I have never seen anyone like Peter in my life, who's willing to risk all he has just for me, a mere slave. Well, I guess the one they call mate, is the most important person in your life.

Peter broke from me before speaking.

“Come, you need to rest.” He took my hand, guiding me to the bed before tucking me in.

“I promised to love and protect you.” He whispered as ran his fingers through my cheeks, caressing it for a while before I fell asleep. 

Waiting for another day of drama that ends up being my fault… When is it never my fault?

***** 

*Knock*

I heard a soft knock coming from my door as I shut my eyes tightly due to the sunlight shining from the window.

“Hey sleepy head.” a voice came from the slightly opened door, revealing Peter's sister.

“Hey,” I whispered, sitting up.

“Are you gonna get out of bed? It's mid-day.” She told me.

Well, I’m not surprised, even when I fell asleep last night, I had a hard time during the night. The thoughts of Peter trying to throw everything are still occupying my mind.

Peter… what a lover and a person who fights for what he wants.

“It is…” I asked, acting surprised.

“Take care of your body, while I take care of your fashion today.” She said beamed, dragging me to the mall.

I ran my hand through my face as I stood up from the bed, walking to the bathroom tub. 

As I entered the bathroom, I was stunned by its look, it was bigger than the room I had in the Starlight pack. It had a fancy gold tub, a small window at the edge of its wall revealing the kingdom, and a sweet scent of vanilla.

*Shrill*

I shook as I heard Peter's sister’s voice scream through the walls of my room like she had seen a ghost.

“What's wrong?!” I asked from the bathroom, feeling uneasy.

“Your clothes… they hurt my eyes!” she replied to me, making me hit my face with my right hand.

Well… that's because I'm worthless.

“Girl, we have serious shopping to do.” She told me, as I came out from the bathroom with a towel wrapped over my body.

Right at this moment, I didn't feel like it.

“I’m sorry, I’m not in the mood for shopping… um,” I told her trying to get her name, 

“Thea.” She said, “And no, you're not in the position to refuse me, your clothes hurt.” A smile plastered on her face.

I sighed, I think no one in their family takes no for an answer.

****

After putting on the most decent clothes I could find in my rags, I and Thea went to the fancy pack mall.

The mall was bustling, filled with scents of jasmine and chatter.

As we got in, Thea and I went to the fashion section, where I found clothes that were expensive to buy, at least ten of me, because of the price my stepdad sold me for.

“Here,” Thea handed me a golden gown, making my jaw drop slightly as I saw the price tag.

‘1000000000.’ 

Damn! 

As I kept staring at the dress for a while, I felt my bladder fill up. 

Thea cleared her throat, bringing my mind back to the present.

“Can I use the restroom first?” I told her, and she nodded her head in affirmation.

As I used the restroom, I sighed and stared at the mirror in front of me. 

What have I done to be in a situation of pain and luxury at the same time?

As that thought ran around, I heard the door open, revealing Charlotte glaring at me with her chest rising and falling with hot breath coming out of her nostrils.

Oh fuck… I'm in for another drama again.

“There you are! You bitch.” She spat venomously, before coming towards me.

I gasped for air as she grabbed me by my neck, pinning me to the sink behind me.

“Peter isn't here, so the chances of you trying to escape me are slim.” She whispered with a devilish smirk on her lips. 

“You’re mine now.”

Panic clawed at my mind; I should never have left the mansion.

“You think you can steal him from me? Huh,” She spoke, her voice filled with hatred. “You are nothing but a poor, pathetic orphan nobody wants.” 

Her words cut through my heart as she said that, and tears started to well up in my eyes.

My fingers clawed at her hands, desperate for air but she pressed her hands harder, making it more difficult for me to breathe.

“You will never have him,” Charlotte snarled, “He will realize his mistake and come crawling to me. And when he does, you will be nothing but a forgotten memory.”

I opened my mouth trying to get some air, but it was futile 

Jeez… why can't she ever get it? Peter despises her. 

Suddenly, I saw her eyes flash as if a brilliant idea dropped in that sick mind of hers.

"But hold on!" she murmured, her breath grazing my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “Why not make sure you never have him?”

My eyes widened, she was about to kill me. 

Oh fucking goddess! 

She gritted her teeth as she pressed my neck harder.

“Please…” I managed to speak as tears started to run down my cheeks, and a victorious smile formed on her lips.

“Charlotte!” 

Just as my head swelled, threatening to pop off, I heard Peter's voice.