CHAPTER FIVE
The ride to wherever he is taking me is long, or maybe the fact that I am scared makes it look like hours. I do not even move, because I do not want to make him get mad at me. The car suddenly pulls to a stop, and I remain still, unsure of what to do. I know he is my mate, but since he has not said anything yet, I don’t want to push it. If he doesn’t want me, he would have by now, rejected me.
“Get down,” he says, and I clumsily alight from the vehicle, and I follow him. As we walk into the mansion, everyone bows as a sign of respect. I am not surprised, as he is Don Richardo after all, feared by all for his power.
“Claire,” he calls, and a young girl, most likely my age, comes running and bows her head. “Yes, Master” He points at me. “Make her look presentable as my mate”, he says, and leaves, without giving me as much as a passing glance. I don’t mind, as long as he doesn’t reject me. I am fine with whatever treatment I get. Claire takes me to a magnificent room, and I look at it in awe.
“I am Claire, and you are?” she says, smiling at me.
“Nala,” I return her smile.
“I am so happy he has found his mate. At least he will be nicer”, she whispers.
“What makes you say so?” I whisper back to her, and my curiosity heightens.
“Well, you see, Master always waited for his mate, but he could not find her. This frustrated him, and he became cruel. But, now that you are here, you will help tame him” Claire finishes, with a look of hope on her pretty face. I give her a reassuring smile, wishing I could actually tame him. Who am I kidding? Who can tame Don Richardo?
“Let’s be friends,” I say, and her face immediately lights up.
“I feel so honored, of course,” she says, and we both laugh. I stop laughing immediately, and Claire realizes why.
He is close. I can smell him, and I can feel my heart thumping loudly against my ribcage.
“Has he ever hit anyone? “. I ask in fear.
“You are his mate, he won’t lay a finger on you”, she says, avoiding stating the obvious.
“You did not answer my question”
“Fine. He does, but trust me, he would never hit you. At least, not intentionally”.
Don Richardo comes into the room.
“It is time to go,” he says, and I stand up quickly, bow my head and try to leave. He pulls me and walks quickly into a room. From all indications, it is his bedroom.
“Listen to me, Nala. You are mine”, he leans close to me, and his lips touch my neck. The feel of his breath sends shivers down my body.
“Okay, sir”
“I am Don to you, little mate,” he says, and I nod quickly. He walks towards the bed, and I stand still, watching his every move. He tells me not to be scared of him and assures me that he will never hurt me. I want to believe him, but I can’t. I nod, and he smiles at me.
He beckons to me, “come here, you belong here”, tapping his lap. I move towards him and sit on his lap. I am really scared of his first move. I don’t expect what happens next. He kisses me, and I surprise myself, as I kiss him back with so much urgency. This is the only thing I have done without fear since he busted into my life this morning. I grip his hair tighter, and inch closer to him.
He immediately stiffens his body, lifts me from his laps, and drops me on the bed. He then leaves the room without even turning to look at me.
The tears continue to flow, and I don’t stop them. I feel used, worthless, and useless. Well, I am not expecting him to just accept me. I am his object, one which he can use at any time he pleases. I can never be more than a toy to him. What choice do I have?.
CHAPTER SIX I strip off my clothes and wrap a towel around myself. I go to the bathroom to shower. If I am just an object to my mate, the least I can do is look and smell nice, and not embarrass him. When I am done cleaning up, I realize I do not have clothes to wear. After contemplating for a moment, I decide to check Don’s closet. I pick one of his shirts, black and mid-thigh length, and put it on. I let my hair down, and I sit on the bed, waiting patiently for his next instructions. After hours of waiting, I hear a knock on the door. “Excuse me, Luna,” the person says. “Come in” I reply, and a maid walks in. “The Alpha requests your presence at the dining table” she informs me and disappears as quickly as she appeared. She, however, leaves a blue dress on the bed. I wear the long dress and attempt to style my hair. I apply some lipstick from a container I see on the dresser. I really don’t know how it gets there, and I am n
CHAPTER SEVEN “I am sorry, Nala” he whispers, and I am shocked that he is apologizing. I smile, as I am happy he is doing this. I suddenly feel like I can finally be happy. Don leans forward to kiss me. His soft lips meet mine, and I smile against him. He moves his hand to my shoulder, deepening the kiss. His hands find their way to my back as he caresses me gently, never breaking the kiss. A moan escapes my mouth as he trails kisses down my neck.
CHAPTER EIGHT I wake up and get dressed as quickly as possible. Dread fills me as I think about meeting Don. I am still terrified of him. Being his mate, I am supposed to keep his anger at bay, but I guess I have the opposite effect. I put on a jumpsuit, and plait my hair into a ponytail. I check my bag for the locket, it is still there. I slide my bag over my shoulder and walk downstairs. “Morning” I announce. No one replies. I am wondering why they aren’t chattering away as usual. “Morning,” I hear Don’s deep voice, and I shiver. How did I miss him? “Morning” I repeat, and I sit down at the table. “Breakfast?” Claire asks me, and I reply with a tight smile and an affirmative nod. Claire walks away, her usual smile not visible on her face. Don sure knows how to make everybody around him miserable. Claire returns with steamy, buttered pancakes. “Thank you, Claire. I love pancakes” I start to pile the food in my mouth.
CHAPTER NINE I dress in a baggy top and jeans. I decide to wear my hair down today. Fortunately for me, Don does not make an appearance; so to say I am happy is an understatement. I am elated. I eat breakfast conveniently and put on my locket before I head off to school. Surprisingly, I meet Jordan on my way to class. “Morning, Nala,” he greets, and I grin from ear to ear. “Morning, Jordan” “I see you love the locket” I nod in affirmation and glaze my fingertips across the necklace. He seems pleased with my answer. “How about we skip school, and talk?” Jordan grins mischievously, and I giggle. “Okay,” I say. Who needs school anyway? We quickly exit the school building, settling down at our secret spot. When we were still dating, we always came here anytime we wanted to skip classes. I throw my arms around him as soon as we sit. “I know something is wrong, Nala” he whispers, returning the
CHAPTER TEN My Lycan hasn’t been at rest since I met Nala. The temptation to mark her is high, but she is still so young. I am scared I am going to hurt her. She is extremely fragile and cries almost every day. “Oh, Don” I hear her moan beside me. What the fuck is she dreaming about? I smile at how beautiful she looks. She might have the character of a child, but her body says otherwise. I don’t care about what she is thinking as long as it involves me. I am waiting for the perfect time to talk to her about us and any other necessary information. I enter the bathroom and shower with the cold water, hoping it helps with the sudden bulge in my pants. Fresh out of the shower, I dress in a fine suit, go down the stairs to get things done before she wakes up. I receive a call from Carson. “Don, I just got some information” “What is it, Carson?” I ask impatiently. “You will want to hear this in person,” Carson states
CHAPTER ELEVEN Don’s POV I wake up before Nala as usual, get dressed, and prepare to take her to school after breakfast. I take my place at the dining table and ask the maids to make pancakes, Nala’s favorite, according to the information her friends had given me. The maids start baking, and I wait patiently for Nala to come downstairs. “Morning” she sings cheerfully, expressing the happiness she always has with her friends. Why can’t she be this free and happy with me? “Morning,” I reply, realizing that she has only taken notice of the maids and not me. Her mood changes to that of terror when she sights me. “Morning,” she says to me, every trace of happiness gone from her face. She takes her place at the table. “Breakfast?” Claire asks her, and she nods. “Yes, thank you” When Claire serves her the pancakes, joy returns to her expression. She quickly takes three successive bites. “You’ll choke if you ar
CHAPTER TWELVE I once again, wake up before Nala. I quickly bathe and put on a black shirt. I realize I want to give Nala some space today. After what happened yesterday, I am sure she does not want to see me. When I get downstairs, I receive a call from Carson. “Morning” I mutter into the phone. “Morning” Carson replies. “Is something wrong?” I ask, sensing the apprehension in his voice. “Yes and no” “What do you mean by that? Get straight to the point.” I say, already starting to lose my patience. “Chill, man. I think I know who the traitor is” “Who is the motherfucker?” I ask, my temper rising. Carson pauses for a moment, and says, “Kim”. “Kim” I can’t believe what I am hearing. “Yes, Kim” he reiterates. “I am coming right now” I state quickly. “Won’t you take Nala to school?” Carson asks. “Okay,” Carson replies, and I hang up. I have given the necessar
CHAPTER THIRTEEN Immediately we get home, we go to the room. Don is surprisingly nice. To be sincere, I expect him to yell at me, but he doesn't. He throws his black shirt at me, and I pick it up in confusion. "Put it on," he says. I am confused, but at the same time, I am happy. I have always wanted to wear his shirt again because of how good it felt the first time. "OK," I say, walking into the closet and changing into his shirt. I can't point out a particular expression from him because I have seen a lot today. We are both served dinner in our room. It is like he knows I am tired. We eat dinner silently, and for the first time, I eat with him without fear. He suddenly grabs my hand. "I'm sorry, Nala. I'm just scared of losing you too," he says, and I give him a weak smile. I don't know what 'too' means, but I