Luna For Seven Days

19

Ember’s POV

The moment the door was opened, Camila made haste and rushed to his side, “Alpha, you are here…” She wore a smile that would make it difficult for one to tell that something had been messy before.

She hooked her arm around his as they strode to the sofa and he sat, his eyes still pinned on me.

I barely lowered my eyes. Why should I when it seemed he came in for me?

“Alpha, should I brew some tea for you?” Camila asked, rubbing his back. She spared me a glance, and I snorted.

Was she doing that to hurt me? So I could feel jealous?

If only she knew that I was in a hot soup to make out my feelings of jealousy.

Just then, the servant set a little cup with the tea in it steaming hot. Alpha Vander stared at it for some time but didn't touch it.

“I heard that the alphas will be here this evening, and…..

“What is she doing here?” He snapped her shut.

Camila rolled her eyes, “Uhm, I need her to do something for me…”

“She's my slave, so you have no power over her,” he added instantly, and then his eyes landed on me again. “Get. Out!”

I squeezed my palm, still not ready to move.

“Alpha, I am your consort, and whoever serves you serves me too. I heard she's a designer so I needed her to prepare a dress for me.” Camila's voice was just as pitiful as her face at that moment.

I was pushed into telling the alpha king how she slapped me, but I really didn't think it would make sense. She was his consort, and slapping me should be the norm.

That was why I gave it back to the servant twice. I won't stand it from someone as low as me too.

“Camila, you don't share my property.” Upon saying that, he shifted the cup forward and stood up. She tried to hold him but he instinctively shifted, avoiding her touch. “Will you also share my guards and my beta? She's my property, so keep away from her unless by my order.”

My wolf whimpered.

I felt a fresh breeze brush against my skin.

Now I witnessed how the alpha king sees her. No wonder she was mad at me for stealing his heart. Has he been this way even before I came in? Or was it because he found his mate that he became colder to her?

This could also be the reason he didn't crown her Luna.

Camila opened her lips to speak, but no word came out.

He walked towards me, looked me straight in the eyes until I saw the demon in him, then he said in such a dangerous tone, “Come with me…!”

Just like that. As much as I was relieved I was leaving Camila's room, I was also scared of what he was up to.

I took a last glance at Camila and her face was red already, fingers tugging at her dress as she stiffened and watched our backs.

He led the way to the elevator, and I thought we were going down only to be returned to his floor.

My chest rose and fell faster. I needed him to speak as his silence was killing, but he didn't even spare me a glance.

As we stepped out of the elevator, we came face to face with two men who bowed to him.

“Get the slave mistress in two hours,” he said to them, still walking ahead and I tailed behind him.

My heart palpitated. Sweat concealed my palms.

He reached a room and stopped.

His minor room!

My heart sank. What was he up to? Our deal ended and although he never treated me as those submissives, I almost got addicted to his d**k.

“Remember here? Or you thought being a slave meant we were done?” his voice was hoarse as he opened it and walked in.

I rushed in as well, my belly churned.

“Do you always forget that omegas are the lowest rank in the pack?” he halted and turned casually.

For some time, I tried to understand what he meant.

“I watched how you talked to Camila, and how you returned the slap to her head servant, a delta for that matter. Are you an alpha in disguise?” he came towards me, gaze narrowed.

My heart throbbed against my ribcage. So he sees and hears everything that's happening in this palace, or was it just me he's looking into?

Suddenly, my wolf whined, submitting to him.

A chuckle left his throat. “That's what an omega should do. Submit to an alpha or any rank higher than them, not retaliate.”

“But I did nothing to her…” I didn't know when the words left my throat.

“She's my consort, and you must respect her and everyone around her. Camila has the right to punish you…so don't think that taking you away from her today means it would continue this way,” he stated, his finger rubbing my cheek. “You're just my slave, and I can never take your side. You are only of use in this room, to sate my urge…”

My eyes lit open.

So that's it? He took me away just so he could tie me up?

“The slave mistress will be here in two hours, and the alphas gathering will be starting soon. The slave mistress receives orders from Camila, so my consort is in charge of you females in this palace.”

Air left my lungs. My chest clenched in anger.

So, will it always have to do with her? But he just claimed me…. Is it just for…

Oh goddess!

Why did he act like he wasn't in support of Camila before us all, and is now taking her side here? Does he hate her that much?

‘Better if he hates her. I can't share my mate…’ my wolf snapped at my thought.

Alpha Vander smiled. He heard my wolf.

“I love that wolf of yours, knowing what's hers.” he laughed louder. “Don't worry. So long as I have you as my submissive, I will have no other woman in here. But, that doesn't change what you are to me. Your pain, sorrow, and death are nutrients to me.”

My wolf wailed as if being stabbed in the chest. What the f**k was she expecting from him—someone who enslaved us?

He raised my jaw slowly, his thumb against my lip.

I could hear the sound of my heartbeat in my ears. My body froze at his touch.

The scene of our intimacy in the car—at the conference flashed through my mind and I bit my lips, fingers curled into a fist.

He leaned behind my neck and sniffed harder.

Blood rushed down my pelvis and I clenched my teeth.

Then he whispered, but with a command, “Strip!!”

My heart sank. He hadn't given me such an order once, rather he made his way recklessly and pleasurely.

“Fast!!”

I swallowed deeply, my fingers moving as fast as they could, my chest thumping faster while I loosened my dress completely.

He stood a few feet away, gaze darting at me as I pulled down my undies.

My boob bounced as I pulled off my brassiere, but unexpectedly, I felt no shame as if I wanted this too.

He scoffed and bit his lower lip, “What a shaved p***y…..” Then he turned back, going deeper into the room.

I knew better than to just stand there, so I followed him.

He walked from one side to the other, taking the materials he needed while I watched. Done, he turned to me, “Come closer, bitch..”

Bile rose to my throat. I was finally going to taste this side of him?

I stood immobile while he buckled my hands and legs to the side.

Our eyes locked, and all I could see was a dominant male who was going to claim every bit of me.