Chapter 3
1154 Words
Brielle’s POV
I thought of how to run away. Through out the journey I kept looking out of the fancy vehicle that conveyed us to the king’s house, which looked so much like a castle.
I had issues recognizing the path, and I was in no mood communicating with the driver, who, thankfully didn't seem interested in talking to me either.
Zadyre was in another vehicle, thankfully. I didn’t think I could handle being close to him.
The hatred I had for him was boiling in my veins. He did this on purpose, I know he did. To tame me, break me in his own twisted way.
To own me.
And now I was at that sick bastard's mercy, to do whatever he wanted to,
I shivered in my chair.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, my wolf said.
The car halted to a stop and I could see Zadyre yelling at a sober looking maid and I scoffed.
Of course, if hell is considered good then.
I got out of the car as slowly as I could, and the maids took my bags before I could, leaving me standing in front of Zadyre.
He eyed my dressing and I suddenly felt self conscious in my old dress.
“What?” I snapped before realizing what I had done, but I was past the stage of caring. What would he do? Take me away from my family?
His stormy eyes flickered to mine and the intensity of the hatred in them almost knocked my breath out of my lungs.
It didn’t make any sense to me, and that fueled my anger.
I rolled my eyes when he said nothing, “If you have nothing to say to me, I would like to know where I would be staying. I’m sure it isn’t your front lawn.”
He took a step towards me, “I don’t appreciate your tone, love.”
“Then do something about it, oh, wait, you already took me away from my family.” I retorted, feeling my chest rise in anger.
His jaw ticked, “Do you realize who you are talking to?”
I was about to reply when a voice came from behind Zadyre, “Zadyre. You are back.”
We both turned to look at the person who called Zadyre’s name. His grey eyes met mine and a smile made its way to his face. He was as tall as Zadyre, but with blonde hair that ffell onto his face. He was in need of a hair cut, but he managed to pull of the look. He was handsome, and I felt heat rush unto my cheeks.
I looked away.
“Oh I didn’t realize you were busy. Maybe I would come back later.” He began to turn but Zadyre stopped him, “I'm not busy. Spill.”
The guy looked at me and I avoided his stare, glaring at Zadyre.
“Your mother wanted to know how your mission went.”
“Great.” Zadyre replied, “I would have dinner with her tonight.”
"We are not done here. Where am I staying?"
Zadyre turned to me, anger blazing in his eyes. He grabbed my chin forcefully and I gasped, not expecting his action.
"Listen to me you little w***e" He spat and I glared at him.
"I'm not a w***e, you bastard. " I growled but he tightened his grip on my chin, his fingers digging into my skin. The pain shot through me, but I refused to let him see it affect me.
His face was inches away from mine, his stormy eyes drilling into me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. "You will address me with respect," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous.
I didn't back down, meeting his gaze with defiance. "And you will release me right now," I retorted, my voice laced with equal determination.
His grip on my chin remained firm, and I refused to break eye contact. The man with blonde hair watched the exchange silently, his eyes shifting between us.
"You are going to regret ever talking to me that way."
The blonde guy finally decided to step in, putting his hand on Zadyre’s shoulder and pulling him away from me.
"Calm down Zadyre. What did this beautiful lady do to annoy you?" He winked and I turned away.
Zadyre scoffed, muttering something under his breath.
"I will show you to your room," The blonde guy said, with a smile on his face.
"Finally," I muttered under my breath, earning a sharp look from Zadyre.
Without another word, he turned and walked towards theentrance of the grand house. I followed behind him, the blonde guy falling into step beside me. His presence was less intimidating, and I found myself feeling slightly relieved to be away from Zadyre's intense gaze.
People, especially maids, kept shooting me weired looks. Maybe they felt I wasn't pretty or I was unkempt to be the King's Luna, if they knew anything about it.
I rubbed my arm, wishing the ground could open up and swallow me from this nightmare, but that didn't happen.
The blonde guy spoke up. "I'm Cole, by the way. Zadyre's right-hand man, you could say."
I glanced at him, a bit surprised by his friendly tone. "Brielle," I replied curtly.
"Brielle," he tested on his tongue and I felt goosebumps appear on my skin. He was attractive, but if he was anything like Zadyre, then I want nothing to do with him.
He turned to me, his eyes glinting with delight.
"It's nice to meet you Brielle. I'm sorry about Zadyre. He's…"
"An ass?" I interjected.
He laughed, and I could see the maids nearby swoon at the beauty of the sight. Guess I wasn't the only one no immune to his attractiveness.
"This is amazing. Things would finally be fun with you around."
"I guess," I answered, unsure of that statement. Things were going to be anything but fun.
We stopped at a door, and he turned to me, dropping the key in my hand.
"This place isn't all that bad." He said and I rolled my eyes.
He held my chin softly, looking into my eyes. I inhaled sharply at the intensity and warmth in them.
"Trust me," He said calmly, and I found myself nodding.
He left my chin, smiling and he gestured to the door. "This is your room. I would have offered to give you a tour but I'm running late. But I would see you tonight at dinner."
My brows furrowed, "Dinner?" I questioned.
He looked at me, and something flickered in his eyes.
"Yes, dinner. With the queen."
I swallowed, hard. I knew nothing about the queen, but one thing I knew was that this dinner could go wrong in a million ways.
Especially when meeting the former Alpha queen who was popular for her ruthlessness.
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