Chapter 7

Cassandra’s POV

The man from yesterday who I figured was Kael had a slight smirk on his face, watching me. So did the woman I heard was Claire and him… Sebastian. There were others seated on the chairs in the room but they didn't seem as bothered by my presence as those three.

Claire's face was scrunched up in a frown as she stared at me before turning sharply to Sebastian with anger evident in her voice.

“What was she doing here?” she sat as though I wasn't in the room.

Sebastian chose to ignore her, clapping his hands as the maids strolled in from behind me, serving the dishes of everyone.

That was my cue to take my seat so I walked awkwardly around, looking for an empty seat and the only two were beside Sebastian and another man, who seemed sleazy with how his eyes were raking over my body.

So I chose Sebastian. It seemed like my best bet.

I walked over, noting how their eyes followed me but as I took a seat, the hall erupted into chaos. Some gasped and someone got up roughly from her seat, scraping the chair on the ground, cutleries cluttering everywhere.

“Silence!” Sebastian yelled and the hall fell quiet. He then went back to eating as if I hadn't committed some big crime in the eyes of the others.

Kael was the only one who didn't seem shocked and was more amused by what I had done. He chuckled slightly and went back to his meal and so did everyone else except Claire.

“This is ridiculous. She might be a guest or your guest Sebastian, but she has no right, absolutely no right to take a seat in the Luna’s chair. That's— that's abominable!” she screeched, her face red from all the yelling.

Sebastian didn't say anything, instead he went in eating his meal.

If her face could get worse, it did. She grabbed her clutch purse and walked out of the dining hall, the guards opening the doors for her as she walked out.

I sat frozen, finally registering the words that she had said. Had I committed some sort of crime now? And since she was his Luna, why wasn't she allowed to sit here? I thought but all my thoughts flew out of my head when a hot plate of sausages and pancakes with syrup dripping from it and a slice of butter was placed in front of me.

I ignored the eyes watching my every move and dug in.

I looked up mid chew to see Sebastian looking at me with a confused look and with my mouth full, I muttered.

“What?”

A smile cracked at his lips but it disappeared in a second.

—

After breakfast, Cynthia came into my room with a package that she said Sebastian had sent. I gently took it from her, weary about what was in it.

I finally took in a deep breath and pulled it open. Inside was a phone?

I looked at her for some sort of explanation, but her eyes were scanning the room, scrutinizing how I had it all arranged.

I looked back at the phone and turned it on, seeing that some contacts were already saved in. I scrolled through but he wasn't there…

He must really not care about me other than some sort of emotional support for his wolf.

I didn't seem to mind but there was no way he was going to be this controlling of me.

I turned the phone back off, placed it in the pack and handed it back to her.

She looked shocked, her eyes almost bulging from her head.

“Take it back to him.” I said and her mouth fell open.

“You ungrateful-”

“I'd like to know if this is how you speak to your guests in this pack?” I said, cutting her off before she could continue to speak.

She paused,closed her mouth and bowed slightly before taking the package from my hand and walking out.

Seconds later, my door burst open as Sebastian stroked in, looking furious.

“I heard you threw my gift in the head maid’s face.” He said accusatorily and I just stared at him, my brows raised in shock.

“Is that what she told you? Manipulation must be some sort of taught skill in your pack I must say.”

He scoffed and dragged me up from my sitting position, intensely staring at me.

“Don't cross the line.”

“I never knew there was a line to begin wth. You can't control me.” I poked at his chest and he grabbed my hand tightly, making me wince.

“I can and I will. You will do as I say.”

I gave him a look, unmoved by his brash actions.

“And if I don't?” I questioned.

“I will make you, no matter what.”

There was a heated silence afterwards. No words were spoken but a lot was said and I knew that he wasn't to budge. He should know I wouldn't either.

“Let. Go.” I said through gritted teeth and he did immediately as if he got burnt.

He stepped back, cleared his throat and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

“He's nothing more than an angry child.” I muttered under my breath and the door swung open again, startling me and I thought it was him but an angry woman stood at the entrance, her hands folded as she looked at me.

Her eyes were narrowed and her mouth was titled into a frown.

I stood, blinking at her when she stretched out her hand and pointed at me.

“You!”

“Me?” I pointed at myself and she walked over to me and raised her hand about to slap me across the face but before she could, I rose mine and held hers in the air.

“Now, let's not do that.” I commented and she seemed more furious than when she had walked in.

She forcefully pulled her hand away from mine and stood her ground.

“What are you doing here?”

“Why don't you ask Seb?” I commented.

“You have no right to call him that.”

“Well, how sure are you that I don't?” I leaned in, smirking at her discomfort.

“Just who are you to him?” she whispered and then her eyes slowly opened as they widened.

“Oh.” she said in a small voice and my brows furrowed.

“Oh?” I repeated but she seemed lost, looking at my face as if she was seeing me for the first time.