Chapter 7
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-LILIAN-
The goosebumps increased, perspiration rasping around me, my mind reaching multiple places as I raised my head to see his vigor.
He was muscular; the black robes with the golden designs made my heart sink. The mask that hid in the shadow of the hood made me stumble back. I held the child close, scared I might have to deal with what Drex did once more.
"And who is this child?"
The little girl said nothing, staring at him while observing me from beneath. I tried to talk, tried to find a reasonable explanation to save myself and the child, but nothing came to mind. It was hard, hard to tell what his facial expression was and if I could plead my way out.
"I forgot, you can't speak." He let out a sigh.
I had totally forgotten about my throat. It was easier to speak because the girl made me feel happy and gave me a sense of motherhood, but next to him, I felt like a toddler, forced to take on every order and banned from being outspoken.
He lowered his head, staring at the little girl. I felt the need to hold her, my senses tingling as I felt nothing but fear reeking all over. The little girl formed a fist in both hands as she held onto me tight.
"What's your name, little girl?" He asked.
She said nothing, staring directly at his mask. I couldn't sense fear from her, which made my heart smear. The more she stared at him, the more intricately my danger senses tingled.
"Is she also unable to speak just like you?" He raised his head to me.
He didn't move, expecting his response in due time. It felt cruel, felt so intimidating that I felt my confidence crumble to the ground. What could I do? What could I say that would make a difference? If he was pissed, one of us would face the difference. I couldn't let that happen.
"I can talk. I just don't want to talk to you," the little girl blurted out.
My heart felt heavy, my hands trembling as she ran into my arms. I pulled her in close, praying for a miracle that would save the child.
"Did she tell you something about me?" He questioned.
I wished the ground could open up at that moment. The girl would have wanted to test her theory about him, and I can't guarantee…
"She said you're a good wolf and that my mommy was wrong calling you a bad wolf."
"Really." His voice became deeper.
I placed my hand on her chest, trying to stop her from speaking anymore. He noticed, raising his head to meet me once more.
"Well, you should totally listen to your mommy." He chuckled.
"That would mean you're a big bad wolf." She replied to him.
"Yes." We gazed at each other, the sockets of the mask now staring right at me. "I'm the biggest and the baddest wolf there is, and I will continue to be."
Claws emerged from his fingertips, my heart thumping loudly as the fear coursed through me. I moved the girl behind me, trying to protect her all of a sudden. The confidence was unexplainable.
"I take full responsibility for the girl; just let her go, please." The tears flowed down, my heart aching with each word. "Run, little girl."
I could hear her footsteps fading behind me as I stared at him. This was just a day in his personal maiden but I had already made a mistake, a mistake I couldn't avoid.
"So you can speak, but you choose not to, just like the little girl."
"I just regained my voice, my lord. I would never trick you like that." I lowered my head, praying silently that he wouldn't cut my head off with a slice of his claws.
He closed the gap between us. "I will believe it when I see it."
Blood clogged my mouth, oozing out as I rested on his shoulder. His claws stood straight, holding onto my flesh as he pulled them out slowly, watching me beat the pains for my actions.
"Promise not to touch the little girl." I pleaded as his claws slowly slipped out of my belly. My wounds opened up once more, my legs slowly becoming numb.
"There are no promises in a wolf's world, just lies, lust, and deceit." I heard him say as I fell to the floor. My eyes were gradually closing, the whole picture becoming blurry. And I could imagine that this… this was just my first day as his personal maiden.
"Why protect a girl you don't even know?"
The piercing sunlight settled on my eyes, a strange feeling of discomfort closing in on me. I felt relieved in a way, my thumping heart now beating in a good rhythm, a rhythm that I hadn't heard in a long time.
It had to be the afterlife; I had to be free from the pain and the suffering of this world. The world that had haunted me and made me feel like a slave because I wasn't with my biological parents and was weaker than the rest.
"Moon goddess, moon goddess." I reached out.
There was no reply, just my voice echoing all through. The silence was killing me, making me unstable yet comfortable.
"You really are a sleep talker." His deep voice crawled in.
The white environment that surrounded me suddenly went dark, the ground beneath me now nowhere to be found. I was falling right back to the place I couldn't afford to be.
I opened my eyes to the dark room, the intricate golden designs making my head spin as I remembered the space I saw them last—his chambers.
It couldn't be real; I couldn't be in his chambers after being stabbed to death. It could be the road to the afterlife; I just had to close my eyes. I blinked, slowly opening my eyes to the same environment.
"The moon goddess has quite a lot more on her plate than to listen to a lowly Omega, don't you think?"
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