Chapter 4 : His Wife

She had brunette hair. Tan skin. Small nose. Almond eyes, and heart shaped lips. I didn’t have to stare long to recognize her beauty. She was ethereal. Her face feautures looked soft and mesmerizing that painters probably loved re-creating her beauty on canvas.

I could see from the way she stood and present herself that she was a noble. One that was used on extravagant things. She was probably a woman with grace, and sophistication.

So, this is Declan’s wife.

‘Still, I don’t like her tone, Even,’ said Lexi.

I properly placed my hands below my abdomen, and lightly lowered my head to show respect. Though I was also a noble myself, as an Alpha’s daughter, I was standing in their territory. “Greetings, Your Highness.”

“Have you and Declan already talk about your set up?” She asked straight away.

I stood straight and nodded. “We agreed on doing it twice a week, Your Highness.”

“Twice a week?” Her eyes became dark. “Isn’t that a lot? He also needs to share a bed with me.”

If I could decide, I would choose not to sleep with Declan at all. The only reason why I agreed on it was because I had no other choice. If I refused the last bid, he might add another night and it was sure going to be the death of me.

“It was Your Majesty himself who suggested that, Your Highness.” My face remained composed.

One thing I didn’t pay attention much  when I first found out that I’d be a mother vessel for the King’s child was why he could not just do it with his wife. Was she infertile? Was she not capable of bearing a child? Was she not ready? Was there… a risk?

“I see.” The Queen responded coldly. “Declan won’t be in the mansion until nightfall, so allow me to do the pleasure and tour you around—”

“I appreciate the concern, but Your Majesty had already assign a servant for me.”

I didn’t want to cut her off. But I didn’t want to come with her, either. First was I didn’t know her name. Second was I could feel the dangerous intent in her voice. Third was I never intended to be close to any Lycan.

If I was here to simply to be Declan’s Mistress, that was the only thing I would do.

“Lilienne, come and clean my room.” The Queen ordered. “Now.”

“B-but—”

“Janett, Maria, please help her.” She further pushed through it, intentionally taking away Lilienne, together with her two servants.

It irked me. Though I admitted she was indeed a rare beauty, I would not lie and tell that I could see no wrong in her actions. There was certainly something she was up to.

But what else was I expecting? She was the wife. Declan’s lover. There was no way she would approve of another woman sleeping with her mate. That would surely…. push her to the edge.

I was guessing we were the same in the aspect of not having a choice.

“Now, will you allow me to tour you around?” The Queen smiled, and I didn’t know if she intentionally faked it for me to easily see through it.

I flinched. If I was someone with power, I would decline and choose to go with Lilienne. But since her words were the law here, I cannot simply do anything I please and anger her. As things stand, if I say something she might not like, I’d get killed.

I didn’t say anything, and nodded.

The Queen led the way, and I walked after her like some servant waiting for her command. We left the kitchen, and we were both silent until we reached the stairs.

“If my husband ask, tell him you’re only free on Monday and Saturday,” she said without any kindness. “Do not give him the chance to sleep with you in two consecutive days. It only has to be on Monday and Saturday.”

She was jealous, and she wasn’t even hiding it.

“I’ll bring you to your room, Genevieve. You will sleep there, except for the days you’re going to share a bed with my husband.”

Her every word was patronizing. Though it was silent, it had threatening intent. She wanted to drew a line, and she wanted to make it clear.

“As you said, Your Highness.”

I bit my tongue and trudged in as she made steps upstairs. I was a little tired, and drained that I just wanted to lie on my bed. Not like I also wanted to argue with her because I never really cared for her husband in the first place. I was more than willing to follow it. If she could make it possible, I’d even like if I won’t have to share a bed with Declan.

But deciding that wasn’t in the list of her rights.

I was silent, even with the Queen obvious remark. But it wasn’t until we reached the room that I found out there was more to it.

“Your Highness…” I looked over my shoulder as soon as scanned it. “You might have been mistaken—”

“You’re nothing but a mistress here, Eve. Did you expect to live in luxury here since you’ll be the King’s woman? Please..” There wasn’t even an ounce of sympathy in her voice. She was cold, and fierce.

“This isn’t what Declan promised to my father—”

“Yes, that’s why you’ll keep your mouth shut.” The Queen closed the gap in a mere step, and gawked at me. “You won’t say anything to my husband, Eve. If you treasure your life, that is.”

“You can’t threaten me, Your Highness.”

“I’ll threaten you if I damn want to.” She held my chin with force to make me look at her. “You’ll sleep together with the servants, and you won’t complain a thing about it.”

This was what she was planning to do.

She purposely sent Lilienne away, so she wouldn’t see.

My hand curled. I was slowly seething. I wanted to talk back and reclaim my rights, but I feared the aftermath. After what happened, this life was the only thing left for me. If I were to die here, then my parents’ betrayal would be for a naught.

I clenched my teeth, and looked down. “If that’s what—”

“What are you doing to Genevieve, Devra?”