10: Rows of Lingerie

Ronnie's POV 

I rolled back and forth on top the comforting mattress, my subconscious mind drifting to the weird nightmare I had about the Lycan King. 

But something seemed off.

The mattress underneath me felt too comfortable to be mine. Even while I rolled, it almost felt like the bed was unending.

That was the moment my eyes fell open. 

My eyes went over the room for a second, trying to process what was going on. 

Beside me was a young lady in a white and black attire. What we would normally describe as a maid's uniform. Her hair was neatly packed into a sleek little ponytail. 

She looked like she was arranging something in the drawer by the bedside, or whatever the heck she was doing. 

"What is this place? Why am I here?" I asked. 

The maid shook a little, like she had been startled by my voice. 

"You're awake?" She said finally, holding onto her chest. 

"How did I get here?" 

"Who even brought me here?" 

"Ma'am..." The maid muttered.  

I threw my legs off from the soft sheets, my eyes still dartign all over the room. 

"Tell me this is a dream..." I pinched myself, I even hit myself hard across the face, hard enough for me to feel the sting.

 Yet I was still very much present here. 

"Ma'am please calm down." She said, stretching her hands out to me. 

"What did you guys do to me?" 

"I'm sorry Ma'am, but I have no idea who did what to you..." The maid explained, shaking her head. "All I know is that the Lycan King brought you to the Palace and asked us to take care of you." 

"The what?" I blurted out. 

"The Lycan King brought you..." 

Everything in me froze that instant. 

"It wasn't a dream?" 

I could literally hear myself screaming in my head. 

The maid kept staring at me like I was going crazy.  

“Ma’am… please calm down,” she said again, her hands raised slightly like she was trying to soothe a wild animal.

Calm down?

Calm down?

I was standing inside the Lycan King’s palace like a kidnapped from her mother and she wanted me to calm down?

I pressed my fingers to my temples and began to pace across the room.

“Look,” she continued carefully, her voice soft now. “No one is going to hurt you here.”

I almost laughed.

Almost.

“That’s what people always say before something terrible happens,” I muttered.

She blinked at me.

Then she gave a small, awkward smile.

“I promise you, ma’am. Nothing like that is happening.”

I folded my arms.

“Then explain why I woke up in the Lycan King’s palace.”

Her mouth opened.

Then closed again.

“Well… I—”

She sighed.

“Honestly, I don’t know the details. All I know is what I have told you.”

"He carried you here by himself and asked us to take care of you. Something that he had never done with any woman before." 

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" I panicked. 

"I'm sorry Ma'am, but I'm just saying. You must be very special to him for treating you like this." 

I buried my head in my hands. 

"Well... I'll be leaving now." She said, slowly walking toward the door.

“But if you need anything,” she said gently, pointing toward the small table beside the bed, “just use the landline.”

My eyes followed her finger.

A white telephone sat neatly on the drawer.

“You can call me anytime.”

She gave a small nod before quietly leaving the room.

The door clicked shut behind her.

And suddenly…

The room felt even bigger and quieter.

I stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door.

Then slowly, I turned around.

My eyes moved across the room again.

The major room colours was a combination of white and red. White curtains. Red cushions.

White walls with soft gold frames.

Red roses painted delicately along the edges of the ceiling.

My brows slowly pulled together.

“White and red?” I murmured.

That was strange.

Very strange.

White and red had always been my favorite color combination.

But… That couldn’t possibly be why this room looked like this.

Right?

I shook my head immediately.

“No way.”

Why would the Lycan King care about something like that?

I was just… a breeder.

That word made my stomach twist again.

“Isn’t this too much for a breeder?” I whispered to myself.

Still confused, I began walking around the room.

The place looked less like a prison and more like… a dream bedroom.

There was a study table placed neatly near the large window. Books were already stacked on it. A laptop sat in the middle, not mine. It looked brand new. 

My steps slowed.

“Okay… this is weird.”

Then my eyes moved to the other side.

A full makeup table, everything arranged neatly. And yes, they all looked new too. 

“This is giving serious girly-girl vibes,” I muttered under my breath.

I walked slowly across the room until I stopped in front of the large mirror.

It stretched from the ceiling all the way down to the floor.

My reflection stared back at me. My messy hair. The wrinkled hospital clothes.

Looking like someone who had been dragged through chaos.

I leaned forward slightly.

“Wow…”

The mirror was huge.

Curious, I lifted my hand and touched the glass.

But the moment my fingers pressed against it... It clicked. 

The mirror moved.

My eyes widened.

“It’s a door?”

Slowly, I pushed it open. My jaw dropped instantly.

A walk-in wardrobe.

Not just a wardrobe.

A whole room as a wardrobe. 

Clothes hung neatly on one side. Then the shoes arranged in rows below.

My steps moved forward slowly.

My fingers brushed one of the dresses.

“These are… mine.”

My mother must have packed them.

So he really made them bring everything.

I heard the door open once again and shut. And then gentle footsteps followed. 

I turned slightly.

And that’s when I saw the other side.

My brows shot up.

Rows, and rows of lingerie.

They were in different colours. 

Red. Black. White. Pink.

Even different materials. Some Silk. Some Lace. Some satin.

My mouth slowly fell open.

“Really?”

I walked closer, staring at the ridiculous collection.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

I grabbed a handful of them angrily. 

“This man must be out of his mind.”

My fingers clenched tightly around the soft fabrics as I stormed out of the wardrobe.

“I don’t care why your boss brought me here,” I started angrily.

“All I know is that if he wants to be a dog, I didn’t sign up to be his...”

The words died instantly in my throat.

My eyes lifted.

And the world froze.

The Lycan King was standing right in front of me.

The handful of lingerie slipped slowly from my fingers.

And fell to the ground between us.