Melissa's Pov. As the only child of Alpha Baron, I had believed all his wealth would be mine when he grew old and died. I had my father's blond hair, but mine is lighter, gray eyes with enough blue in them, and narrow cheekbones. I knew I would have been called pretty if my expression was not always cold, pinched, and disapproving, but that's the mask I had chosen to wear to be feared and respected here. From what I heard, my mother and my father were mates who had got betrothed at a young age, and had been in love until she passed away a few years after I was born. I wasn't angry with my father when he neglected me and spent all his days at war. After all, everything he acquired would be mine as long as he did not have a male heir. But how could he look for another wife when he wa so busy increasing his property which will soon be mine.I became sad when I learned my father had gotten engaged to Lady Cinderella, rejoiced to hear the lady had somehow gone missing.But then, anothe
Baron's Pov. "Get back to bed now."She turned at the door one more time, and then walked slowly back at me at snail speed. Bella was tempting my patience, my temper, my good intentions, so I was annoyed to add when she reached the bed, "damn you. Think what I would have done to you if you had disobeyed me. Her head snapped up at once, and the sneer on her face shows she was not as cowardly as I thought. She stopped when she reached the bedside, pulled down her nightgown, and stood at arm's length. My eyes roamed over her nakedness and I heard a small whistle escaping my mouth.Goddess in heaven! What is she up to?I only permitted her to spend the night here because of her health, and had the intention that it never happen again. But, how can I ignore this damn delicate skin that is as white as winter snow?"Do you mean to stand there like a slave paraded for sale?" She offered a one-sided smile and immediately slipped under the cover. I spared her a brittle smile as I removed
Baron's Pov. "What on earth will I do with you?" I asked, throwing my arms up immediately I dragged her into the chamber. "You can let me go, my lord.""No...never. You are too precious to me." I paused my speech, pulled her into my arms, and looked into her eyes. "I can't imagine a day without your annoying attitude. "She smirked in response, throwing her head around and raising her nose as if sniffing the air, and then said, "You can forget about me, pretend I don't exist, and I promise to remain in my little prison until you choose to let me go." "No. Not until I have my fill of you. You are doing something to me that I am yet to figure out." The air between us became hotter and our eyes met. My head bent towards her, and before I knew it, our lips met and locked. I bet Bella saw it coming and had decided to resist. She even shook in my hand, trying to free herself, but she was quiet, withering within a few seconds, licking my lip as I chewed on her upper lip. My tongue s
I stopped eating, placed my palms on my laps, and stared at Baron. "Why wake the poor man up from his deep slumber? I won't take wine because it makes me ill." Baron smirked at me. "Funny that anything that inconveniences others has started making you ill. What are you trying to prove? That you aren't as selfish as I thought you were. Eh?" He offered a humourless smile as he said, "I will have the wine delivered to my chamber for my own use if you won't drink."I shrugged and turned my anger to the meal in front of me, and I noticed Baron was eating slowly, but his gaze never left my face. The cook arrived, and in his hand was a bunch of keys. "My lord, the butler complained of a headache, so I volunteered to deliver the wine to you.""Headache, huh? Baron stood up abruptly and then smiled at me. "Don't stuff yourself but don't keep me waiting for long, else I will have to return here to see what delays you, and I won't like that." He turned towards the cook, "I will have the win
The kitchen was dark and as eerie as the road to hell, but Baron picked up a torch and lit it. I could not help but notice his silhouette on the wall. Tall, huge, and scary. Just like a monster. The cats paused their fight over their catch; a sorry-looking rat who had now been torn into several pieces. They looked solemnly at us, probably wondering what we were doing at their hunting area at this ungodly hour. One of the cats seized the opportunity, grabbed the biggest of the chunks, and leaped out of sight. The others followed suit, and just like the rat meat, the cats immediately disappeared out of sight. Somehow, I relate myself to the rat. Even though I was only devoured by one man, there is every possibility that he will toss me off when he gets tired of me, and then pass me to the next man who will take his bite, and then do the same, until nothing is left of me; just like the rat. While the cats go in search of new victims. It's never fair, nothing is ever fair in this wo
I lay uncomfortably awake on my small bed on the floor of the weaving room. Apart from the snore of my two occupants, I have another greater feeling stirring up in me and robbing me of my well-deserved sleep. This new feeling was confusing to me. How could I want a man I hated? Yet many times this past few days, he had made me want him, missed him. Despite my hatred, I always have a smile on my lips whenever I think of him. Bathing him, my body had responded not as I wished; it was so uncontrollable that I almost begged him to take me there in the bathroom. Luckily, my question made him angry, and his expressive eyes immediately got rid of my damn sexual arousal, and I started trembling a second later. It was an experience I never wanted to witness again. My fearful trembling had metamorphosed into something else; my hands shook, my lips waved, and my heart beat so fast and loud that I was afraid it might burst any moment, and he knew it. I raced out when he snapped at me to ge