Chapter Four
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Selene’s POV
It was my first time using a smart glass bathroom, and it felt like a dream come true, to switch to the transparent feature. Since I had all the room to myself, it was safe to know that no one would catch me bathing naked. Maybe this freedom was the only thing I was going to enjoy in the castle.
Before I started to bathe, I had asked a servant to get me some light snacks from the kitchen and while I bathed and a knock came in, my first thought was that it was the servant.
“Right. Please, come in. The door is unlocked.
I heard the door open gently behind me as I continued to bathe, not minding to flick the switch back to the opaque feature. It was a female servant, anyway. What could possibly go wrong?
As I finally turned my head to look towards the servant's direction, my entire body froze and I blinked my eyes to be sure that I wasn't hallucinating. Because in the place of a female servant, was a tall, broad-shouldered and devilishly good looking man in a navy blue tuxedo.
On instinct, a scream escaped my throat in absolute horror and I immediately felt for the switch with my fingers and turned on the opaque feature.
It was a man. f**k! It was a man! A man had seen me stark naked!
Immediately, I found a bathrobe hanging in the bathroom, and quickly wrapped it around my body before exiting the bathroom again. I was shocked to see that the man was still there, staring back at me with widened, shocked eyes.
“Jeez! What are you still looking at?! Turn around!
“f**k. I'm so sorry. Dammit! He turned around, and I quickly ruffled through the closet in the room for a big shirt or a pair of nighties. Anything to wear, that would cover my nakedness from the hot-looking son of Zeus.
What if he ended up seducing me in my naked state and not the other way round?
“Are you, uh…, done yet?”
“I'm not, jeez!” I replied impatiently, and my eyes flashed with joy as soon as my hand landed on a big shirt and a pair of shorts. In a few seconds, I unwrapped the bathrobe from my body and slid into the clothings that I had picked up.
With a long, steady exhale, I finally said to him. “You can turn around now.”
He took his time and turned around to face me and holy cow, did he look like a freaking Greek god!
His eyebrows were thick and dark, and he had a sharp Roman nose and full, kissable lips. His jet black hair was medium long and packed in a low bun. And in his tuxedo, he looked like a movie star, or better still, a model straight out of a photoshoot.
“Hello, there.” He thrusted his hands into the pockets of his trousers and curled his lips in what was supposed to be a smile. It gave me the impression that this man was someone who rarely smiled.
But who could he be, and why was he in my room?
As the question crossed my head, I almost gasped in a moment of sudden realization. The only person who could confidently have access into my room the way they liked could only be one man. The Lycan King whom I had just gotten mated with. That could only mean one thing…
I guess I'll start by apologizing for standing you up at our mating ceremony. Forgive me, my Luna, but I had very important business to attend to.
He was Luther River. The Lycan King.
“Shit.” The words escaped my lips before I could control my mouth and Luther maintained his supposed smile.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Isabelle.” His dark eyes trailed down my body as though he could see through my clothes and I found myself suddenly conscious of the bare skin of my legs. I wrapped my arms around my body, in a futile effort to keep his eyes off me.
Also, it would be unfair of me to not compliment your body. Your nakedness is desirable to any man's eyes. I must commend you for that.
His words held me spellbound, and my lips parted in disbelief. Does this man have no shame? Who sexualizes a woman on their first meeting?
“Next time, announce your presence before barging into someone else's room.” I found myself glaring at him and sending him a stern warning. Luther paused, a little surprised by my outburst and, after a few seconds, a sinister smile played on his lips and he strutted towards me in a slow and precise manner. I refused to back off as he came closer, and I sent him daring eyes. I would not falter and show my weakness in the presence of an arrogant man like him.
“Interesting,” he said in a low and amused tone. From up close, I could see the emerald gray colors of his eyes that looked empty and devoid of any human emotions. Like a beast, in human form.
No one has ever challenged me this way before. So you, my little cherry pie, is the first. He reached for my face and I pushed my head back, away from his touch. He smirked again, and his voice dripped in a gritty whisper. “This is going to be fun.”
“I am not afraid of you.” I struggled to maintain my stance, even though his icy gaze made me shudder inwardly. “You cannot intimidate me.”
“Really?” He flashed me a cunning smile. Then, what do you say we consummate our first night together. You are my bride, after all. It is only proper that we explore all the hidden sides of each other tonight.
I backed away as he took a step closer, and I lost my balance, falling back on the bed. My chest heaved heavily as I stared back into the callous eyes of the man who was going to be my mate for the rest of my life. My hatred for him only increased, and it was evident in my eyes.
Luther leaned closer to me, until our faces were almost touching, and I could feel the warmness of his breath. His eyes were like those of a menacing demon and a man who carried so many secrets and sins with him.
You will grow to fear me, my little cherry pie. You will learn to obey me and be a good girl.
Then straightening his posture again, he sent me another smirk before striding out of the room again, leaving me behind. As soon as he was gone, I gasped as I caught my breath. I didn't know I had paused, and I blinked back the tears that welled in my eyes.
I hope you meet a miserable end, Lycan Luther.
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