Chapter 4

4. Emma.

Fierce hazel eyes peered back at me, giving the feeling of being completely stripped naked in front of him.

A silent drop of tear clumsily rolled down my cheeks, and his eyes darted for a moment at that spot but he soon growled and tightened his hold on my arms.

"How dare you come up to me, and grace me with your commoner's presence?" Lord Mason snarled, a deep distaste lingering in his voice.

Who are you? This wasn't the man who saved me in the marketplace. Somewhere deep down in my heart, I wished it was just a nightmare. One I would soon forget as soon as I woke up.

"You—you told me to come earlier! Y—" Tears welled up in my eyes again. "You promised to give me a job yesterday—"

"Silence!" Lord Mason barked. He shoved me aside and I stumbled to the floor.

I slightly bruised my hands, but that was the least of my concerns at the moment. I rushed to his feet, a last effort to plead with him but he only recoiled with visible disgust written over his face.

"How low can you get? You dare grab my feet?"

I was befuddled and terrified at the same time. I jumped up to my feet. "No! I didn't mean—"

He suddenly drew close and lowered his voice menacingly. "If you part those lips again, I swear it will be your last time using your tongue," Lord Mason threatened

I swallowed back a cup of saliva and trembled before his overwhelming presence. I looked away and whimpered like an abandoned dog on a cold day and closed my eyes, trying to shut everything out.

He fell suddenly quiet and barely said a word for fifteen seconds which prompted me to open an eye.

I held back a gasp, surprised to see him so close. He peered at my face with a slightly softer expression. He was suddenly disappointed that I saw him like that and frowned. Lord Mason drew back from me and looked at his side instead.

"Get out," Lord Mason grunted and stared at the walls absent-mindedly

My lips quivered, I didn't know the next step. He suddenly turned, his facial muscles twitching.

"I said get out!" He yelled. "Guards! Throw this wench out!" His voice rang across the room.

Two hefty guards, followed by Scarface, barged into the room and swept me off my feet in a second by lifting me by the shoulders. I dared not utter a single word as they escorted me outside the mansion, just past the portico at incredible speed.

"What are you doing?" A calm voice stopped them in their tracks.

The guards stopped moving and lowered my shoulders. My feet touched down for the first time in forty-five seconds.

I directed my eyes to the floor. It seemed like the man who had stopped them was a person of power. It was best if I didn't look at him, or else I would be treated worse than before.

But his voice...it sounded very familiar.

Scarface cleared his throat. "Ahem! My lord Mason, you returned early."

My forehead creased in confusion. Alpha Mason had thrown me out a moment ago, how did he—

The sudden approach of this noble scattered my thoughts.

"Wait, look at me." A hand reached for my chin and raised it up. "Emma?" He mentioned my name.

I was in for the shock of my life, because Lord Mason was standing before me! I flinched at his touch and stepped back in shock.

"How are you... What's going on?" His clothes were different, his hair shorter and a milder hazel in his eyes.

Like a scene out of a movie, another Alpha Mason walked out of the mansion with a sharp scorn on his face.

There they stood, a pair of Alpha Masons glaring murderously at themselves.

"I should have known, Damon. What did you do to her!? Lord Mason roared.

"So you called a whore to satisfy you needs here in the mansion? I should have known, but you have very bad taste, Mason. A commoner, really?" He jested at me.

"How dare you—" Lord Mason probably stopped himself from cussing. "That's no way to treat a guest. I would have demanded that you apologise, but it doesn't exist in your little world." He gestured at the other man's head.

Lord Damon, as I have come to know only scoffed and slowly reversed. "A commoner wench is the lowest of the low. Just saying," he scoffed.

Lord Damon proceeded to go after him but Damien appeared out of nowhere and held him back.

"My lord, don't fall for it. Don't do it," he warned.

"That's right, listen to your little pussy! Stay back little boy, you know nothing about fighting!" He moved closer but Scarface placed a strong arm in his path.

Both Damien and Scarface were trying to de-escalate the situation, while I watched them. Even the guards at my side looked very uncomfortable and tense.

"Carl, get your arms off of me or I will break it!"

"My Lord, we both know you can take down in less than a minute. But if it will cost an arm and leg to not make you fight your brother, I will do it." Scarface sounded determined.

Lord Damon looked at Scarface wryly and softened up. "You just had to say something very cringeworthy. Let's get away from here, I can't stand the air around these people."

Lord Damon walked away with 'Scarface' Carl towards the massive grounds.

Lord Mason glared at the retreating Lord and stomped his feet hard onto the paved marble blocks. "Damn it!" He placed his hand on his waist and breathed heavily. "I can't stand him. I don't think we will be able to lead like this." He noticed I stood there silently, embarrassed and bruised.

A slow smile sprouted on his face and the anger was a thing of the past. "I'm so sorry, I should have mentioned my brother," He spoke very politely.

I glanced at my watch, the irony. "It's alright, my Lord. You arrived right on time, again."

The time read twelve on the dot.