Kiara:
A scream tears through me as my eyes snap open, locking with the gaze of the blonde woman from yesterday. She screams as well, a reflection of my fear. I back away, but she seizes my hand and places a hand over my mouth.
“Why on earth are you screaming!” she exclaims in a voice barely louder than a whisper, her eyebrows rocketing towards her hairline. I shake my head incessantly, hoping she will remove her hand from my mouth. The moment she does, I back up until my body collides with the headboard.
With a hint of panic in her voice, she exclaims, “It’s six in the morning! Mr. Malibu is probably still asleep. Can you imagine the consequences if he were to wake up?” Her words linger heavily in the air as she paces nervously around the room.
“I don’t see how this is my fault. Weren’t you the one trying to kiss me?” I counter. She halts in her tracks, spinning around to face me. Her face is a mask of bewilderment.
“What?” she asks, her face scrunching up. “Ew!” she exclaims, and I swiftly spring to my feet as I feel something cold on my butt.
“Why would I want to kiss you? That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard, and it would be best if it never comes up in conversation again,” she says, and my face reddens under the weight of embarrassment.
“Am I that hideous?” I ask as I reach for my butt to notice how wet it is.
The maid ignores me and walks to the headboard, then she collects a rag from it.
“No, you are not. I am totally gay, and I would consider you if you were a lone wolf,” she says, with a pause. “I was doing my duty as your maid, and I was trying to clean the headboard, but you had to wake up,”she says, tossing the rag into a bucket of water which I hadn’t noticed.
“But I love my life and job so much that I would never dare touch any of Zane Malibu’s properties,” she says, striding towards the closet. I trail behind her.
“I’m not anyone’s property, and…”
“You can assert that all you want, but as long as you’re attractive with a face like that, you’re here to stay. Zane will shatter you if you don’t toughen up, so I’d rather you prepare instead of living in a fantasy,” she advises, flinging a clean towel at me.
Did she just label me as hot? I hear that often from guys, but seldom from women. Back home, almost everyone despised me because I was mated to Blake, the alpha. But it feels good hearing it from her.
“I’ve never been called hot by a woman before,” I confess to her, and she shrugs, then resumes her work. The silence between us is intimidating, and I yearn to have a genuine conversation with her. Mainly because the house is boring, and I lack friends.
“So… what’s your name?” I inquire, and she rolls her eyes, marching to the bathroom without uttering a word. I tail her, but she rudely slams the door in my face.
A part of me is tempted to exploit her lower status to extract information, but then I recall Zane’s advice about setting aside my Luna title. I inhale deeply, a sense of unease settling in, and I wait for her by the door.
After what feels like an eternity, she emerges from the bathroom, her gaze carefully avoiding mine.
“Your bath is ready,” she announces, and I turn to face her.
“So, when do I get your name?” I inquire, trying to keep my voice steady. She responds by slapping the rag in her hands onto the table with a startling thud.
“If you’re trying to get me into trouble, it won’t work. I’m here to serve you, and I won’t be pulled into any alliance you’re trying to form,” she declares, her voice firm.
My eyes widen in surprise, her words striking me like a punch to the gut.Her words, so unexpected and defiant, strike the final blow to my dwindling patience. A wave of frustration washes over me.
“I’m not asking you because I want to form an alliance. You serve me, and I demand to know your name or you can kiss your job goodbye,” I declare, my voice echoing in the room, uncertainty creeping in about the extent of my power.
The room plunges into a tense silence, and I feel a compulsion to press on.
“My pretty face will keep me here, and it will be enough to kick you out too!” I threaten, my words hanging heavy in the air. She immediately crumbles to her feet, her body shaking with fear.
“I’m sorry, please. Don’t kick me out. This is my last chance to please Mr. Malibu, and he will slaughter me if he gets any negative report,” she pleads, her voice trembling. H
er vulnerability strikes a chord in me, and I can’t help but chuckle.
She looks up, her eyes wide with fear, only to see my face illuminate with a smile. A glimmer of hope sparks in her eyes.
“So…”
“I’m Ariana, and I’m just a common slave, please,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes pleading for mercy.
“Was that so hard, Ariana?” I ask, and she shakes her head, her gaze still fixed on the floor. “I think I’ll call you Ari,” I declare, strolling over to the bed and throwing myself onto it.
Just then, a knock on the door interrupts the silence, causing me to sit up abruptly. Ariana springs to her feet instantly and rushes to answer the door. She swings it open, and a male servant strides in, giving me a curt bow.
“Mr. Malibu requests Mrs. Blackwood’s presence downstairs for breakfast in ten minutes,” he announces, before turning on his heel and departing.
I swallow hard, my eyes locked on Ariana, whose face has drained of color, a clear sign of fear.
Sorry that it took so long to update. My final exams are coming up, and my attention is divided, juggling writing and reading, but once it is over, I will focus more.xoxo.
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Kiara:Following my clash with Zane, I stride back to my room; the door slamming behind me in a burst of anger. Ariana is there, her face bright with a broad grin, eagerly awaiting feedback. But I ignore her, throwing myself onto the bed and repeatedly pummeling the pillow.“Ma’am,” Ariana says, reaching for my hand. She halts my assault on the pillow, and I turn to face her, my brows furrowed in irritation.“We should get you out of those clothes,” she says, and I exhale a sigh.I take a deep breath and decide not to lash out at her. She’s innocent in all this. The real foe is Zane Malibu, and I must keep my attention on him.As Ariana assists me in removing my dress, a thought occurs to me.“Ari,” I call out. Her eyes widen at the nickname.“Ye...yes, ma’am,” she stammers, and I scoff. I remind myself that she will have to get used to the shortened name.“When do you think Mr. Malibu will want to see me again?” The question lingers in the air, sounding out of place and revealing my
Kiara: “Argh!” I scream as I open my eyes to find Zane staring down at me. He chuckles, and I furrow my brows as he stands up from my bed. “I can see that I occupy your thoughts day and night,” he says, causing me to pull me to make a fist under the blanket. He strides towards the door before turning to face me. “An old friend of mine is in town. If your family has any hobbies besides murdering innocent people, then you surely would have heard of the great John Hilly.” Everyone knows John Hilly, and it’s exciting that I’ll get to meet him, but I can’t let Zane know how thrilled I am because he seems to take pleasure in draining the life out of me. “Why are you telling me this?” I ask, and he closes the door, walking towards me. “We’re having a private dinner with him, and you must behave!” he grits his teeth, then walks away. I slump back in bed, pulling the blanket over my face. ** Dinner with John Hilly arrived quickly, and once again, I find myself in front of the mirror,
Zane:If there’s one thing I despise more than Kiara’s pack, it’s taking someone else’s advice. Rufus is right, and this mate bond seriously messes with the mind. Kiara is attractive, but I’ve met other women who look twice as appealing, and all I can think about is how she looks without clothes.I want to hold her, rip off her dress, kiss those plump and juicy lips of hers, and make her moan my name all night.Fuck!I grab her hand immediately, pinning her against the wall, and I stare at her captivating figure. My body twitches with anger and my wolf howls in excitement, yet I know I can’t give in to its desires.“Smack me already if you will,” Kiara interrupts, breaking through my internal mind bugging struggle.I remember finding her voice annoying on the first day, but now there’s nothing I crave more than hearing her call out my name in a high octave of pleasure.‘Get a hold of yourself,’ I tell myself. Despite my inner conflict, I can’t resist. I grab her neck, tightening my gr
Zane:Those words sound like a dream, but I know my foster father better than anyone. He is ready to tear down my house for one night, and rebuild it the next day as long as he gets what he wants. I make a phone call for the gates to be opened and then I rush out of my room.When I get to the stairs, I see Rufus at the foot of the stairs.“Do you know the Godfather is here?” I ask, and he nods.I stare at him with my hands on my waist, and my brows arched. Then I go in for a punch, but he ducks.“I tried to tell you, sir, but you didn’t listen. I… I… am sorry,” he says, and I scoff, walking away.Lately, I find myself angrier, and I can’t tell if my workers are getting on my nerves or if it’s Kiara.As I reach the front door, the man who has shaped me into the person I am opens it, and we come face to face. He stands tall like he always does, and his feet look really strong. Wrinkles appear on his grey brows and his usual smile, which used to hang on his face, is absent, making way fo
Kiara:Of course I saw Gia standing by the door, and I needed Zane to say something demeaning about her. I saw her kiss him outside, and the way she was all over him got to me, no matter how much I don’t want it to.Zane marked me, and I can’t help what the mate bond is doing to me, and it’s his fault, so I have to make his life unbearable.“Gia, wait!” Zane calls out, but Gia slams the door hard in his face.Zane shoots me an angry look, but I ignore him and tuck myself into bed. He has a lot of explaining to do, and I’m ready to hear it. I can hear things from a distance if I want to, so I don’t need to get out of bed to hear their conversation. I lie tight in bed as I hear him running down the hallway after Gia. When he catches up with her, he tries to hold her, but she pushes him away.“All these years, I think the feeling is mutual. You have sex with me, Zane. I give up my virginity for you and I have seen no man for five years. I am twenty-three, and I never dream of any man but
Kiara :I know the mate bond is messing us up, but he has gone way too far. Whooping up fifty million dollars wouldn’t be a problem if I were still Luna. It sucks a lot to be under this man, and I have never been powerless in my entire life. He is my mate, so I desire him in a way that makes me hate myself.“Haven’t you done enough?” I question, and he glares at me with his brows wrinkled.“In the space of twenty-four hours, you have done a lot. Gia and I are meeting for the first time and somehow, she already hates me because of you.” I say to him, and his face loosens up a bit.“Look, I don’t have time for this. I am running behind schedule, please behave.” he says, and I chuckle.“Behave? I could say the same for you, Mr. Malibu. You have the audacity to order everyone around, and you want everyone on their best behaviour, but there is…”“Kiara!” he yells, cutting me short.“The truth hurts, Mr. Malibu, but you have to acknowledge it,” I say to him, and then he turns to leave with h
Zane:As I speed down the highway, all I can think of is Kiara. She drives me crazy, and the fact can’t stop fantasizing about her messes with my mind. I pull over to the side of the road and glance at my rearview mirror. The moment I see Kade’s reflection in the mirror, my brows wrinkle.“You have to stop doing this. Why Kiara? You could have chosen any other person as your mate. What is this?” I yell at Kade’s reflection in the mirror.He’s the one messing with me, and I swear if it weren’t for this stupid wolf thing, I wouldn’t have feelings for Kiara. I claimed her because I thought it would be easier to trap her, and if we weren’t mates, it would have been easy to torture her. I despise wolves, and I’d love nothing more than to see them all perish.“Keep telling yourself that lie. I’m attracted to Kiara because you claimed her, but your heart desires her, too. I know because I live inside you,” Kade says, and I sigh, contemplating the best way to erase thoughts of Kiara.Suddenly