Luna For Seven Days

18

Ember’s POV

I stayed indoors until noon. There was no need for me to get out of the room since the slave mistress had not yet come after me. But one person I didn't expect so fast was Camila.

She was just crowned the alpha's consort, and I know she would never see me the same. She thought I was the cause.

Of course, I am. The fact that even after the deal ended the alpha king still didn't crown her but insisted I would always play the role….that should be enough reason for her to detest me more.

I stood as she walked into the room with her servant standing beside her, her face contorted like she was staring at a homewrecker.

A deep sigh left my lips as I bowed to her, “Consort Camila….”

“Really?” she laughed out, but I sensed anger amid that face of hers. “How happy you are, it wasn't ‘Luna Camila’, right?”

My lips twitched.

I also won't deny the fact that I loved she was just a consort and not Luna. At least, she won't have such power to wield against me in some things.

“Well, why aren't you out yet?” she continued.

I sniffed and said to her, “The slave mistress isn't here yet….”

“What? Slave mistress? What do you need her for?” she strode towards me. “You are to serve me specifically. I will be your mistress.”

“But the alpha king said I am a palace slave….”

“Under me, not the slave mistress.” Her gaze narrowed, and I could see a flicker of rage across her face. She flung her hair to the side and continued, “Follow me…”

My brows furrowed, “Why? Is the alpha king aware?”

“Didn't you hear my explanation? The alpha king changed his mind….” he retorted at me, blood drained from her face. “You really think after making me lose the Luna position that you would slip through my fingers? If you didn't show up—if you weren't his mate, I should be crowned by now. Do you even know how long I've waited to get that crown?”

I wiped my lips, “But I know nothing about you and the alpha king. It's his choice and not mine. Besides, I'm not his Luna either.”

“But you will still act as one. Aren't you getting it? Why did you have to play a nice role that he didn't want to let you go? How did you f**k him that he couldn't let go of your pùssy?”

My palms clenched into fists. Wasn't she yet to know about the hell between me and the alpha king?

“Since there's no crowned Luna yet, I am his consort and would still play some part of his Luna. Not just that…. I'll win that crown soon, and dealing with you could be the best way to have him take his eyes from you…” she added, eyes squinted.

I tasted bitterness in my tongue, “Camila!!!” I roared, my brows furrowed.

“How dare you?” She lunged towards me, and in the next moment, she slapped me hard across my face. “I am the alpha king's consort and not some servant you could refer to anyhow. You must show respect to me.”

I couldn't help but chuckle, my wolf growling and yelping. I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat and looked up at her. “That's all you can do…slap me again and again, until one day, you get it in folds from an omega. Provided I never took away your position, I won't let you accuse me of that. Desperate to be Luna? Meet the alpha king and talk it out with him….”

She gritted her teeth.

I wasn't done yet, so I closed the distance between us. “I am an omega, fine. But, I deserve some respect…especially when I am innocent.” I growled at her face and all she could do was glare at me in scorn.

Stepping backwards, I folded my arms across my chest, “What is it you want to do for you, Consort?”

The sarcasm in my voice was vivid. There's no way I will stand the alpha king who insists my mother caused his pain, and some petty lady who doesn't know what she wants. I am the alpha king's mate, and if traced well—I should be his Luna.

“I see. Even being a slave didn't make you lose your wings, but I'll help you cut them.” she snapped at me and a dirty smirk spread through her face. She turned to the servant and said to her, “Bring her to my room.”

As she walked to the door, the servant turned to me, her expression filled with worry. “Please follow me….”

“Better for you…” I scowled and she led the way out of the room.

We reached Camila's room and I was led in. She was seated on her sofa, legs stretched while a servant was massaging her.

“Have a seat, slave….” she uttered without looking up.

I did as told. I was a slave between, just that, there are some boundaries she shouldn't cross, just like fuming in rage that I took the alpha king from her whereas he's my mate and has his decisions.

As I got seated, he threw a fabric to me, a smirk tugged at the side of her lips. “They say you were a designer…..”

I frowned. And so?

“I'd like you to get me unique clothes with that fabric. An exceptional one that will draw people's attention,” she explained.

I didn't know when, but a loud hiss left my lips and I immediately threw the fabric back to her. “I am no designer….”

“How dare you talk back to the alpha’s consort in that manner?” the servant massaging her stood, leaving her duty. She walked closer, eyes burning and pinned on me. “Get to your knees and apologise to her.” she shrieked at me.

With her dress, she seemed to be the head servant to wield such power, but that was nothing to me. Even though she's a delta, I won't stoop low for her.

“Are you deaf? Get on your knees!!!” her voice came louder this time as she gestured.

I released a deep breath, my eyes averted towards Camila, “I am a seamstress and not a designer. You could tell the alpha king to have his workers do that for you.”

Slap!

Twinkling stars left my eyes. That fùcking servant just slapped me?

“You must think I'm a joke to you. For so long as I am here, none of you must misbehave….” she screeched, pointing fingers at my face.

I shut my eyes for some time and opened them again. The other servants in the room all froze, staring at me.

First was Camila, and now this lowly thing like me?

I slowly got to my feet, faced the lady, and a devilish smile appeared on my face.

“You still have a chance to…..

I didn't let her finish and I released a harder slap on her cheek. Before she could put herself together, I hit her again and she staggered backwards.

Camila burst to her feet. She didn't see that coming right?

“You b***h!” she yelled and snapped towards me, but the doorbell rang, drawing everyone's attention.

“Alpha king is here…..!!!”

My blood froze.

It wasn't evening yet, what could be wrong?