Chapter 5

SOFIA'S POV

Quickly, I broke away from him.

Damn it. How could I get so lost in my emotions that way? We both were panting.

The longing for each other— it was quite visible in our eyes.

For a minute, the air between us was tense. I gulped down saliva, fiddling with my hands.

“I'm sorry, Sofia. I didn't mean to.”

“It's okay..” He smiled. “You should complete your meal. I have some urgent business to attend to.”

He sprung to his feet, moving briskly. I watched him until I could no longer see his figure.

Frustrated, I sighed. At this point, I was confused. Thinking straight seemed quite impossible.

Now that I had agreed to get married to Dane, I had this anxiety burning deep in me.

Rushing into a new marriage had never crossed my path even once, but saying No to Dane wasn't quite easy.

He was the Lycan king and seemed like a very good man. I couldn't be so sure though.

“This is crazy.” I hissed and then continued with my meal.

With every spoon that I took, I was remembered of the cold treatment Mike had melted to me.

Eating peacefully was always a luxury that came only when he was out of town. The opportunity to curse at me or make me feel inferior never went past him.

I was only glad it was all over.

“Hello ma'am,” a voice rang beside me. Startled, I raised my head to the middle aged man who stood beside me, hands akimbo.

“Is there anything else you would like ma'am?”

Dumbfounded, I glanced at the pile of food stretched across the table, and then at him.

“I'm yet to eat even a tenth of what is here, and you're asking if I need something else?”

The chef smiled. “I'm sorry if you feel offended ma'am. I am only following the instructions of the Lycan King.”

I rolled my eyes, flinging my hands in the air.

“It's fine. I totally understand you, but I wouldn't be needing anything.”

He bowed slightly, taking his leave afterwards. I blushed within myself. No doubt, Dane was a loving and caring man, And there was this strong feeling that he was going to make a good husband.

Minutes later, I heard another voice. This was softer and more tender than the chef's. “Sir Dane has asked me to style you up.”

“Style me up? Why?” I asked, shocked.

“I have no idea ma'am.” He stood just as confused as I was.

Right then, Dane brisked in. His smile melted my heart effortlessly.

“Yes, I'm not sure if I told you that we would be going out an hour from now.”

“Huh.. No, you didn't tell me.”

He moved closer. “Oh, it must have skipped my mind. I'm sorry for that.”

“That's okay. So where exactly are we heading to?”

“That's a surprise. You would know when we get there. All I need you to do right now, is to get dressed. I need you to look really pretty and stunning.”

“Alright. I have something to discuss with you though..”

“Hmmm… from the tone of your voice, I can tell it is really important.”

I nodded, slowly.

“Okay. I'm all ears.. Speak.”

I hesitated for a few seconds, leveling my gaze against the stylist. Dane seemed to understand immediately. “You may leave now, I'll send for you as soon as I'm out.”

The stylist bowed, taking his leave in a quick procession.

“So what is it you want to talk about? You don't look quite yourself.”

I exhaled, not sure how to begin. Well, I had to say something anyway.

“Even though I agreed to get married to you, I still can't get rid of this nagging feeling inside of me.”

“So what's the issue? Why do you seem so bothered?”

“The more I ponder on it, The more confused I become. Am I sure I am making the right choice?”

Leaning forward, he reached for my hands.

“Do you want to get revenge on those who murdered your parents? Remember, they took out your parents without thinking twice about it.”

He paused, his gaze resting on me. “They made you an orphan, and left you to suffer. Don't you want to exert revenge on these people.”

I swallowed hard, his words arousing anger in me. My hands tightened into fists as I tried gaining a hold over myself.

“Don't you want Mike to pay for all the way he treated you? He made you into his trash can, constantly speaking down on you. You do want him to pay, right?”

My eyes flickered as I slowly nodded. “Good!! I know you want to. Then you shouldn't have any doubts about getting married to me.”

He was right. The only person who could help me get revenge was him. Within the twinkle of an eye, the doubt in me faded into oblivion.

“I can see you now understand the game. Now I will leave you to get dressed. We'll be meeting some very important people.”

*****

As we walked into the large hall where the gala was being held, I couldn't help but stare in admiration.

That was the first time I would be attending such an event. I was anxious — or scared rather. The feeling that I'd make a mistake nagged me ferociously.

“Calm down. It's going to be alright. I'm here by your side. You've got nothing to be worried about.”

I smiled, a bit relieved. He locked his arm in mine, carefully leading me on. “I'm sure you're going to have a great time here.”

A figure brisked in suddenly. His scent reached my nostrils in seconds, quickly jolting me.

Mike!!

What was he doing here? He was alone this time though. No woman by his side. Quite weird.

He walked up to us, his face pale. In his eyes, I could still see the hatred for me. It was.. sickening.

“Sir Dane,” he greeted, bowing before Dane who stood beside me. Dane grunted. No doubt, that was his response to him.

“It's a pleasure to see you here sir.”

Dane scoffed. “Are you perhaps blind?” He fired. I was shocked, and so was Mike.