Chapter 2

 Remy's POV

 I walked fully into the room, and my eyes landed on her; her skin was pale, her lips had cracks, and her peculiar ocean blue eyes were fixed on mine. Her hair was packed in a ponytail style, and although it was messy, she still looked like the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. 

I shrugged the thought off my mind, since that was not the reason I was here. “Good morning, Princess," I greeted, bowing lightly to show my respect. 

The alpha briefed me all about his daughter, and all her daily schedules were given to me. Her safety is my top priority, and I would only get my pay once the culprit is caught and killed. 

Iconic, isn't it? He would do anything to protect his family but wouldn't hesitate to bear his claws to end the lives of innocent people. 

I would never forget that night, and I'll make sure I return the favor ten times . An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. 

I'll make you pay, Alpha Moonwalker. I swear! 

Furthermore, I curled my fingers into a fist and glared at her, fighting the urge to have her head on a stick and burnt to death. 

"You acknowledge my status, but your eyes irritate me for no reason,” she blurted out, with arched brows. 

I batted my eyelashes rapidly and cleared my throat. Maybe she's not so stupid. “I'm Remy Thayer Valentin, your new babysitter.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Guess it's true. Rogues are really wild, uncultured beasts," she spat, watching me calmly. 

Uncultured beasts? 

“Go back from wherever you came from, because I would rather die than let a rogue ruin my social status," she added, her arms crossed over her chest. 

My eyes glinted with amusement. “I don't have time to deal with a spoilt brat like you. “ I inquired, trying to stay calm. “So I'll say this only once; don't make my job hard. Okay.”

She scoffed and laid down properly on her bed. “You speak so arrogantly." She hissed, turning her back to me. 

"I'm afraid it's the only way to deal with brats like you, princess,” I replied, not minding that my words wounded her pride. 

I wasn't expecting her next course of action, believe me. She threw her ceramic tea cup at me, but I was fast enough to dodge it, thanks to my wolf's sharp senses. Her eyes flashed with anger. “I'll never be kept in line by someone like you. You're nothing but a filthy stray dog.”

She has some guts, I won't lie, but her words mean nothing to me. It's better she hates me. It would make my plans go smoothly. 

I smirked. “And you're nothing but a spoilt little princess who can't even take care of herself. But don't worry, I'll make sure you're safe,” I spat, walking close to her bed. “Even from yourself.”

The air was thick with tension as our eyes met; her eyes read how badly she wanted me to leave her presence. 

  A few minutes later. I sat down on a sofa beside her bed and watched her closely. The room temperature had skyrocketed to that of a burning furnace. I chuckled, she's pretty pissed. 

"Are you going to sit here all day?” She questioned, glaring at me. 

"Of course. It's part of my job,” I answered, not sparing her a single glance. 

"I'm not a child, and this is inappropriate,” she roared, forcing herself to climb down from her bed. She almost lost balance, but I was fast to grab her before she fell. Our eyes met, and she hurriedly pushed me off. 

"Don't touch me so casually,” she cautioned, her nose scrunched in disgust. 

"I was only doing my job, princess.”

She rolled her eyes and marched in the opposite direction. “Where are you going to?” I asked, waiting for her reply. 

She rested her hands on her waist and stared at me in disbelief. “I don't need your permission to use the bathroom now, do I?”

I kept my gaze focused intently on her, with a serious look on my face. “I'll come with you. It's part of my job,” I explained, now standing in front of her. 

"She furrowed her brows. “ You can't be serious! I'm not going to do my business with you watching.”

I leaned close to the bathroom door with a triumphant smile spread across my lips. “Oh! I'm dead serious, princess. You go nowhere without me. Not even the bathroom.”

“What are you? My stalker," she hissed, angrily turning around to retire back to her bed. 

I sighed and decided to let her do her business. “Fine, I'll wait for you outside.”

She rolled her eyes and stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door on my face. 

 I still stood outside her bathroom door, waiting patiently for her to come out. A loud shriek from inside the bathroom jerked me out of my thoughts. 

Without hesitating, I burst into the bathroom, my eyes scanning the room. I spotted her on the floor and rushed to her side. I could see almost every inch of her since her see-through white silk nightgown that was glued to her skin. It was soaking wet. 

The moment my hands made contact with her bare skin, a spark of electricity ran through my body. Due to her reaction, I could tell she had felt it too. 

Our eyes met, and for a moment, I couldn't look away. Our wolves synced, each sensing something similar about the other. “Mate,” we both whispered in unison. 

She finally blinked out of the trans and pushed me away; I could hear her heart racing. Before I could speak up, a knock on the door interrupted me. 

"Your highness, can I come in? “ A male voice called out. 

My eyes still locked onto hers as I reluctantly stood up.

What just happened? 

She coughed and pushed me out to change. What just occurred between didn't give room for either of us to feel fluttered. 

Let it not be what I think it is. All my life I have worked and trained hard to exert my revenge on those that wronged me, and this could ruin it. 

I can't let this ruin it. 

I brushed the thought off my mind and stared at Hazel's portrait on the white painted wall. Likewise, I curled my hands into a fist and said, “Not even a silly mate bond can stop me from killing what he treasures most.” I whispered to myself, with my claws digging into my flesh. 

"What are you doing here?” I raised my head and saw a young man almost my age staring at me with curiosity etched on his face.