Marcus' P.o.v

I hate her...

No l hate the way l love her. I hate the way l always have to hide my genuine feelings behind my fiery anger. 

I serve her the monster part of me. I hate the fact that she is wolfless even though her angelic voice is too fine to hear her cry.

But it makes feel like a real deal. There is something in her when she's sad, when she's shedding tears and emotional her face looks like a certain priceless painting done by an artist whose prowess is from the gods.

Yes ...

I rejected her,but l can't stand seeing her walk away and finding happiness and peace in the hands of some man. Over my dead body!

I want to keep her around... Not until l get a son from her. To make her think l hate and dislike her the most. 

That's why l have warned everyone in the pack not touch her! No one to dare touch her even if she messed a great deal with whomever. 

I want to go my own way... Not to listen to some shitty pieces of advice from oldmen who will insist that l should change my stand towards her. 

I got someone else to diffuse my feelings. Anastacia... Annette's best friend. I don't care how she will feel when she finds out about my hidden agenda to make her my Luna and mate.

Am falling head over heels for her charms though l can't still compare her to Annette. Nevertheless, l just want someone else apart from Annette.

What if l don't exactly love the way l think l do?

"And what took you so long my dear," l said as l kissed her lips and carried her into the air. She giggled affectionately as she ran her smooth fingers into the hairs on my chest. 

Unlike Annette, she was extroverted and outgoing.

"Am sorry," a honeyed voice escaped from her strawberry lips. I gently placed her on a comfy couch and went for my ringing phone on the phone.

I almost threw it out of the window in utter frustration and anger.  

"I know you havent been to this beautiful dining room before but worry less. Very soon you are going to be the Luna and you will own the most exquisite of the products you are seeing," l said after terminating the call.

I as turned around to her direction, my eyes landed on someone in the corridor clad in an old tattered gown with a her head bent low.

I could feel wrath boiling in nerves as she glanced at me severally before holding the door knob of the kitchen door.

"Hey!" I paused as she looked in my direction. "Don't you have anything else to do apart from eavesdropping on our conversation here!" I yelled.

"I want to clean the kitchen..." 

"Come here," l ordered as l watched with satisfaction as she limped to where l was. She glanced at Anastacia from the corner of her eyes. 

Her face became pale with anger as she stared at the wooden floor to avoid my fierce stare. 

"Didn't l tell you shouldn't make me angry."

"Yes... S..ir," she stammered.

"You don't talk to me while standing as if am your mate. On your knees!?" I barked. I smiled at Anastacia who was enjoying the scene.

I enjoyed watching tears trickle down her beautiful cheeks. They were like some crystal ornaments on statue.

She glanced at me before lowering her head in bewilderment. " Let me remind of your place in this Pack. You are just a mere slave and you shouldn't even dare to look at someone the way you have just done! Get up scatter!"

She pushed her silky hair onto her shoulder as she struggled to hurry away. In her her mind l knew she had already sensed some danger. 

Anastacia was her threat!

"I don't even like her, there's nothing to praise in a wolfless slave like her," l insinuated as l sat beside her.

"You should have send her away ,infact."

"No, not yet. I want her to be serving you like a queen. I hope you will enjoy it ,being her master and ordering her around."

"And why not,l have never loved at all. She has always been forcing herself on me and l had to play along just to make her happy," she confessed.

"I don't love her, and that's why l rejected before the whole pack," l said with some difficulty though l hid everything behind the smile.

Something was just amiss...

The very thing l was struggling to fight ,to detach and frustrate my feelings for Annette. The same person l wanted to see suffer and beg me for mercy.

I was so anxious to understand what was going through her mind. Was she planning to run away? Or she would stay and see her best friend become a Luna before her eyes?

Would l still get a son from her?

She doesn't have anywhere to go neither does she have anyone to save her from my claws. She would have to stay and become what l want to be by force.

"Are you ready to be the Luna?" I inquired as my personal chef served us with a sumptuous lunch meal.

"Why not? Who in their head won't desire to be the Luna?"

"I see you deserve to be. I will announce before the whole pack on my birthday party at night," l promised.

She smiled passionately as she leaned on my chest. An irrevocable feeling down my spine as l ran my thick fingers into her soft dark hair.

"You have just made the mistake of your life,son. You shouldn't have rejected her, something must be wrong with you.l know you hate my advise but time will tell," the voice of the old man l called my grandfather replayed in my head for the few seconds l was lost in my world.

I was just about to feed her with a piece of meat on a folk when the sudden loud bang came from the kitchen.

"What could that be," she whispered as she looked in my eyes.

"Wait... I have got so

mething to tell you," she added.