CHAPTER FIVE
1159 Words
ARTEMIS' POV CONTINUES
Cold shivers ran down my spine as Damian held my breasts from behind and kissed my neck slowly and passionately.
I soaked in every bit of the pleasure his touch brought and I could feel myself melting on the inside as his hands went under my shirt and slowly got down my bare skin.
"Damian,'' I staged a light protest,
"Don't be scared," he whispered into my ears, and that killed all my defense.
He let down my pants and I couldn't help but roll up as his kisses went down my shoulders and to my waistline, lifting my shirt.
I was filled with diffidence at the way he stared at me, absorbing every inch of my bare body.
I was burning with desire and just wanted to push him to the bed already, but he was a step ahead. He lifted me off the ground in his arms like a baby and placed me softly on the bed.
I watched him undress exposing his brown skin and hard n*****s. His slim structure was very perfect with no built-up muscles on his slightly broad chest.
"Mine," he approached me hungrily on the bed, and contrary to the first time we met, I was now anticipating being devoured.
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"Artemis, Artemis,'' I heard a distant call, I ignored it, soaking in the pleasure that was right in front of me.
A heavy splash came on my face as I opened my eyes to find myself in my small, shaky bed in a corner of the pack house.
I tried to catch my breath, being startled and woken up in the most mean way.
"Alpha Damian demands your presence," the chief maid announced.
I rolled my eyes. The last time he demanded me to follow him, he left me standing at his bedside for hours until my feet were sore and swollen. He was the very reason I had slept past the wakeup bell and now woken up with cold water this cold, spring morning.
What I couldn't understand however was this weird attraction I felt towards him. Damian had been nothing but mean to me over the past few weeks and now here I was dreaming about the pleasures that lie in his arms.
'Artemis,' I called under my breath, placing my forehead in my palm.
I got out of bed and quickly showered, wore my maid uniform, which was two times my size, and headed for Damian's chambers.
I pushed the door open after knocking once and found him barechested, just as in my dream. He was in nothing but shorts and he was just as dreamy.
"What are you staring at?" He queried in his usual harsh tone.
"I'm sorry," I bowed my head. I didn't notice I was staring and was about to get myself into serious trouble.
"I'm taking you off chore duty," he said. I was about to leap for joy but managed to caution myself.
'I couldn't afford any more trouble,' but words could not describe how pleased I was, even though he wouldn't see me, somehow he responded to my requests.
"Don't get very excited," he immediately scared me.
'Was the joy beam on my face that obvious?' I bowed my head back immediately.
"You'd serve here instead," he said.
I was thrown into confusion.
'What did he mean by that?'
I did a terrible job hiding my emotions from reflecting on my facial expressions since he responded more to my silent thoughts, which I found to be not very silent.
"You'll be my maid and only tend to needs that directly concern me," he explained.
I immediately felt my intestines tying into knots. It felt like I had swallowed a big bowl of discomfort.
Sure, the workload may be less, but it meant that I had to be everywhere Damian was and I struggled to be calm and collected around him.
"You will specifically make all my meals, serve them here, and be responsible for the cleaning of my chambers," he listed, "you will also follow me on training and patrol duties to tend to whatever needs I may have, and would only be excused to stay far from me in the case of war,"
He was cold and dished out stern instructions.
"Understood?" He ended.
I nodded affirmatively, being that I was too terrified to speak.
"Begin," he immediately instructed, gesturing to his slightly messy room.
Terrified, I threw down pretty much everything I handled as I was shaking terribly while he watched closely, my every move.
His chambers were also very large, almost twice the size of the house I grew up in with Margaret.
I finished in about two hours, serving his breakfast inclusive, and hurried to the royal library.
I had no idea what I was doing, but I loved to read and I was also hoping to find any information on Margaret.
If she was who Damian says she is, then information about her would reveal things about me, answering the questions that have clouded my heart these past few weeks.
I agreed to stay here in the hope of learning who I truly am, but have been busy slaving away, I have made no progress with my quest.
"Looking for something?" Lucien walked in on me, having placed every book on witches I could find, open, around me.
"Just trying to get information on my mother," I replied, "anything the pack probably knows about her," I continued flipping pages.
"You mean Margaret?" He questioned.
I nodded affirmatively,
"First, you need to stop calling her mother, witches do not give birth to werewolves," he said with a wide smile on his lips.
"Secondly, all the books about Margaret were destroyed after she betrayed the pack, helping the rival pack in a war sixteen years ago, which cost the life of Damian's father," Lucien took a seat beside me.
"Who is she?" I voiced my curiosity.
"As far as I know, Margaret used to be the resident healer of the Moonstone pack, until the pack officials banished her after the death of Damian's father."
"I need to find her," I said,
"No, you don't," Damian walked in on us.
'Sneaky,' I rolled my eyes. He always had a way of showing up on us, 'perhaps he was spying on me'
"Your new job gives you space to exhibit some joblessness." He said.
"It's time for my lunch," he added.
I ran out of the library and made him lunch, which I served in his chambers.
I stood beside him while he ate, still trembling. I had a feeling I was in big trouble.
"Wear that," Damian pointed to a white dress on the sofa.
I picked it up and stared at it critically. It was a small, armless dress, only getting to my lap.
"I'm changing your job," he said,
"You're my mistress now,"
My eyes widened in shock, 'I mustn't have heard him right,'
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