Her shoulders shook in anger, little puffs of air escaping her nostrils and lifting wayward strands from her hair into the air.
I stood mesmerized, held captive by this fragile but defiant beauty right in front of me.
“You have to forgive my family, my King”, she said.
I admit, I was annoyed when Alexander told me about the maids’ whisperings. I was going to get the Voss Family’s spare, the rumored unwanted daughter of the pack. Granted, hearing about Dahlia Voss didn’t incite any feelings even before I accepted Kieran’s marriage deal. It was the prospect of finally being done with my cabinet’s scheme to get me hitched that pushed me into welcoming Kieran’s forward plans for his family, and also for my own personal reasons.
And now this, throwing away his lesser daughter because I’m too what? Cruel to handle their “beloved” child? I didn't even know what to be more angry at. The fact that Kieran tried playing me or the fact that Ophelia kept calling me her king.
“It’s Rafael, Ophelia. You're not my servant” My head began to hurt. Being in her presence had my wolf restless. He couldn't smell her; this woman who was now supposedly ours. It was messing with his senses, and mine as well.
“Please, don’t punish my family for my insistence to wed you. My sister is so precious to me and I admit, the rumors going on about you swayed my father’s decision and caused me to offer myself willingly. It wasn’t a switch or an act of deceit. My father saw it as uttermost devotion to you, his daughter who eagerly accepted the Lycan King as hers.”
I was humored by her spiel. She hadn’t said much since we met and yet, she was lying for her family. Loyalty was clearly a strong concept to her, but in this instance, it was misplaced. I was aware that her family had forced her into marriage with me-– the unwanted daughter being made to wed the cruel King. I could almost laugh at that.
“What would you do for me?” I asked, a playing smile tugging at the corner of my lips. Her eyes snapped up to me, confusion lining her brows.
“If I was to cover up this deception and overlook your family’s blatant disrespect of my intellect. What would I get in return?”
From her shocked expression, I sensed she expected me to forgive her family simply because she asked. Despite being captured by her person, I wouldn’t let go of my principles.
“Business is business, Ophelia. I always put defaulters in their place, unless you give me something to make up for their actions”, I added.
“Anything you ask of me, Alpha…anything”, she said
My skin heated as I realized she had given me free reign over her.
“That’s too much ammunition to give someone over you, Little Dove”, I warned, despite being excited over her submission.
“If it’ll prove my devotion to you and remove any doubts you might be harboring about my family’s loyalty to you, then yes. It’s enough ammunition that I’m freely giving to you”
I considered her words for a moment, trying to place where her sense of devotion for these people stemmed from. I had heard the talks about Alpha Kieran’s illegitimate child —The deficit one; The mistake; Made to work like a regular servant in her own father’s house; Wolf less; Ugly.
The last was far from the truth though, as I had seen for myself. Her face was oval shaped, with dainty features that brought out a sort of elfish and serene beauty from her. Her lips were stained red; her eyes, the lushest green, with lashes thick and long.
“You’ll submit wholly and completely to me. No one should be aware of this transaction, that I’m hiding your parents’ faults-– or it’ll make me look weak”, I instructed.
She nodded eagerly at this, her eyes trained on me. “Whenever I call for you, you come running. When I demand silence from you, you pretend like your lips are nonexistent. And if I ask you to kneel-–”
My voice trailed off as her eyelids became heavy, her gaze flitting down till they brush the tips of my shoes. “---You kneel. You now belong to me, without question. Marriage or not.”
“You plan on backing out from the wedding?” she asked, her eyes looking wild as she tracked my pacing. “You can’t call it off, Rafael”, she continued.
I was pleased to hear my name on her lips. I lifted her chin, tilting her face to meet mine. “I’m never letting you go, little Dove. And if I have to get married to you to seal that for everyone else's doubts, I’ll do so. You now belong to me.”
She nodded quickly, a light sheen in her eyes.
“Rafael, thank you. I-– “ There came a knock on the door, causing her to stop mid speech. Whoever it was didn’t even wait for my allowance and instead, made his way into the room. My nose flared at my brother’s interruption, and my annoyance worsened when I noticed the way his gaze lingered too long on Ophelia before coming to meet mine.
“Alpha Kieran reminds that there are still a few legalities to be dealt with.”
I tried not to let Xander see my annoyance, smiling tightly at Ophelia. “You can head out now, Ophelia”, I said as I watched Ophelia leave the room.
When she got to the door, I caught Xander’s questioning look. So, I interjected before she left, just so she’d know that there could be no room for spilling our secret —“And remember, Ophelia. Just between us two.” She seemed to get it, as her eyes widened a bit while she proceeded to hurry out of the room.
Xander grunted once she was out of the room while giving me a black look. “Tell me you dealt with the problem and you’re actually getting married to the right sister”, he said as he casted a questionable gaze towards me.
“It doesn’t matter, Xan. Either way, we’re still going forward with the plan. We’re still going to make the Voss Family pay”, I said as I stared into the old lamp illuminating the room.
“That’s the Lycan King?” Dahlia’s face was pressed against my window pane as she looked out towards the procession being held for the Lycan King. He'd been in our pack for two days now, and it was easy to say that I had been avoiding him.I kept waiting for him to make a big scene and accuse my parents for their deceit or reject me and order for Dahlia to be made his, but he didn't.My head hung between my legs as my fears threatened to kill me. “Are you alright?” Dahlia asked as she rubbed slow circles around my back.“Why are you being so nice? It's unnerving”, I knew better than to believe she was suddenly willing to change her attitude towards me for genuine reasons.She ignored my question and continued, “Mother told me that you and the Lycan King were locked in Father’s study for hours.”“It wasn’t hours, Dahlia…and we weren’t ‘locked in’ or anything of the sorts…Goddess!” She drew back, her guilty eyes watching me warily.“I know I’m probably the last person you want to see rig
Her shoulders shook in anger, little puffs of air escaping her nostrils and lifting wayward strands from her hair into the air.I stood mesmerized, held captive by this fragile but defiant beauty right in front of me.“You have to forgive my family, my King”, she said.I admit, I was annoyed when Alexander told me about the maids’ whisperings. I was going to get the Voss Family’s spare, the rumored unwanted daughter of the pack. Granted, hearing about Dahlia Voss didn’t incite any feelings even before I accepted Kieran’s marriage deal. It was the prospect of finally being done with my cabinet’s scheme to get me hitched that pushed me into welcoming Kieran’s forward plans for his family, and also for my own personal reasons.And now this, throwing away his lesser daughter because I’m too what? Cruel to handle their “beloved” child? I didn't even know what to be more angry at. The fact that Kieran tried playing me or the fact that Ophelia kept calling me her king.“It’s Rafael, Ophelia.
There is no way that man is the Lycan King, and my soon to be husband!” I screamed in my head.Father had moved us to the formal dining room now, taking his place at the end with Lucretia and leaving me to sit beside the Lycan King. Everyone seemed joyous and their chatters continued till I spaced out, thinking about what was going to be of my life.I did more of picking food pieces than actually eating, as my mind drifted to Dahlia and just how lucky she was to escape this fate I was being forced into.“The food is not to your liking?” I looked up sharply, my gaze locking with that of the Lycan King. The whole table had gone quiet and I quickly turned to look at my Father, glancing over Lucretia who already wore a pinched look.I turned back to the Lycan King. “Uh, No, My King. It’s just-–“ I looked back at my father and then again, to the Lycan King. “---I don’t like peas”, I finished.Immediately I said it, a server rushed to my side and lifted my plate, murmuring an apology as he
Lucretia walked into my room.“Let me see what dresses you've picked out”, she demanded.“Why am I not surprised?! You don't even have anything worth wearing”, she said, disgust boldly etched on her face.“Why are you torturing yourself? You clearly don't want to help me pick out clothes”, I said.“I can't afford to have Alpha Rafael reject you. That will put Dahlia on the line. Don't mistake my actions for kindness”I smiled. It was a miracle Lucretia hadn't beheaded me yet. She must’ve really considered marriage to the Lycan king as a fate worse than death.Dahlia walked in with some dresses and dropped them on my bed.“I want you locked in your room when Alpha Rafael arrives “, Lucretia told Dahlia.“But–”“No buts, Dahlia. You do as I say. Don't you see I'm trying to protect you from getting married to that brute?”“It doesn’t make any sense that I’m to be locked away, just because the Lycan king is coming around.”Dahlia protested, her face squeezed into stubbornness. Times like
I stood in the middle of the field, reminiscing over the miserable existence I called a life.“Ah”, I groaned as I felt pain surging through my body. I stretched my hand behind me, grimacing at the feel of the fresh cut Lucretia inflicted on my poor back.“What are you standing there for?!!” she yelled.I turned, startled and frightened to my bones, as I watched her rushing towards me, a long whip in her hand.“You bastard child!” she yelled, the reverberation of her voice harmonizing with the lashing sound her whip made against my skin.“The next time I come out, you'd better be done trimming the lawn, or you'll be in a state much worse than this”, Lucretia threatened as I clutched tightly to my torn dress, visibly shaken, with tears streaming from my eyes.I spotted Dahlia, my step sister, staring from afar. Lucretia had warned her to stay away from me because she didn't want her associating with a “filthy creature”---in her own words.I continued trimming the lawn, totally ignoring