My Lost Luna

Chapter six

I let out a breath, knowing I had no other choice but to go inside. He wouldn’t let me be by myself. I opened the door and walked inside. When I turned around to close the door, I saw Bolton still watching me. I gave him a smile and a nod. I closed the door and let out a breath.

“Good thing you went inside,” Kira said quietly.

I was alone for the rest of the day. Bolton never came back. I knew tonight was club duty. Maybe he was there. I peeked out the window and saw Boris standing outside. Did he really place a guard outside, a babysitter?

He never placed someone outside. I walked to the bedroom and took my clothes off. I didn’t want to wait anymore. I got into bed, thinking about Anna. Her being alone in the basement of that monster. Doing God knew what to her.

My mind started wandering off; it didn’t take long to fall asleep.

I jumped awake at the sounds coming from the living room. I could hear furniture moving around. Bolton was home; I could smell him. He smelled more disgusting than usual. He smelled like alcohol and strippers.

I was debating if I should stay in bed or go to him. I suddenly noticed he wasn’t alone. I could hear someone was with him. I tried to listen in. But there was too much noise. I got out of bed and walked quietly over to the door, trying to take a peek.

I saw Bolton with some other she-wolf, passionately kissing each other, making my heart clench in pain.

Why was I feeling this?

In my whole life, he was the only male to ever be sort of nice to me. I tried to see who the she-wolf was.

It was Stacey. She is the same age as Anna. She didn’t hate her life, somehow. She always tried to make the best out of it.

I saw Bolton stiffen up when he noticed me. Stacey let out a laugh. I pushed the door closed and got back into bed. I could hear them talking, but I didn’t want to listen in. When I heard the front door, I knew Stacey had left.

Bolton opened the bedroom door, eying me. The way he moved told me enough, he was wasted. I pulled the covers over my body, making a growl leave his lips. With one swift move, he ripped the covers out of my grip.

Revealing that I was only wearing a bra and panties, like every night.

He jumped on the bed and placed himself between my legs. He inhaled my scent and pushed his body against mine. His hardness moved against my core.

I didn’t want it to happen like this, but I knew I didn’t have a choice. I tried to get him off of me. I was struggling, but he didn’t move an inch. He was too strong for me.

There was nothing I could do, I tried to relax and let my arms wrap around his body, opening my legs further. Tears were running down my cheeks. My whole body was trembling.

He pressed against me one more time before he let out a growl and got off me. He punched the wall and went into the bathroom. My whole body was still shaking. I was happy he didn’t continue. But I didn’t know what to do.

I didn’t want to anger him. I quickly hid myself under again and curled myself up. I tried to ignore what just happened. I dried the tears on my face, hoping sleep would take me soon.

My body froze when I heard Bolton getting out of the shower. After a couple of minutes, he laid beside me and fell asleep. The second I heard his soft snores, I could finally breathe again. But still, it took forever to fall asleep.

When I woke up, Bolton wasn’t lying next to me anymore. I could hear him; he was still home. I dragged myself out of bed and got dressed.

I tiptoed into the living room, expecting to see the destruction I heard in the night. My eyebrows furrowed together when there wasn’t a single furniture out of place. As if nothing happened last night.

I noticed the dining table was set up. Bowls filled with strawberries. I walked over to the table and I couldn’t help but feel grateful for what he did. I didn’t even hear him walking behind me. He gently placed his arms around my waist. His touch startled me. He relaxed his head on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Elizabeth. I shouldn’t have. I was drunk. I know that’s no excuse. Please forgive me,” he whispered against my skin.

I tried to relax. “It’s okay, Bolton. You just scared me.” I placed my hands on his arms, hoping my fear would soon disappear.

He released the grip on my waist and turned me around. Regret mover through his eyes, but I wondered if he regretted what happened last night or did he regret getting caught with Stacey?

My thoughts were interrupted when he pressed his lips on mine. For a brief moment, I hesitated, but slowly I parted my lips for him, granting him the access he wanted.

He groaned in appreciation and his arms wrapped around me, my fear came rushing back and my body started to tremble.

Our moment was broken and he slowly leaned back. “Please know I will never intentionally hurt you.”

“I know,” I replied softly, knowing I had to push myself further.

I leaned in and claimed his lips, even though I didn’t know if he would want me to. He always initialized it. However, the way his hands roamed over my back gave me the answer I needed.

“I won’t mind you doing that more often,” he mumbled between kisses before he resumed our dance.

The more seconds that passed, our kiss became more passionate. He pressed me against the table, parting my legs. One of his hands wandered over my hips to the place that feared his touch the most.

I gently pushed him back, hoping he would let me. “Let’s eat something,” I said with a nervous smile.

We were both enjoying breakfast together. These moments were almost normal, if you forget about the fact that I was a prisoner here.

He talked about the upcoming work opportunity. A couple of towns over lived some big shot who had a ball or some sort of party to find his mate, and if he didn’t, he would have no choice and choose whoever his father chose for him. They needed waiters and, with the connections Bolton had, he made sure we could get the job.

He didn’t want to let me work. But he needed everybody, and he wouldn’t leave me behind on my own here. Tomorrow night was the night of the party. It was the same night as my eighteenth birthday.

Excitement rushed through me. Finally, to be amongst people. He showed me the dress I would wear. I never saw anything as beautiful. It wasn’t super fancy. But it was nicer than my usual clothes.

“Thank you, Bolton, it’s beautiful,” I said before I gave him a quick kiss.

“If you want, we can go see Anna again. After tomorrow, I will let her go,” he said with a soft smile.

I hugged him. I was grateful he would let her go. “Thank you.”

After breakfast, Bolton took me over to Charles’ house. The entire way, he held me close, never let his grip on me loosen. I tried to forget what had happened yesterday.

I saw he was changing for the better. But still my gut told me not to trust him. With all the years of horror stories about his father—that he was even worse than Bolton—it would be hard.

When we arrived at Charles’ house, Charles wasn’t there. The confusion on Bolton’s face made fear rush through me.

It even smelled worse than yesterday. I didn’t think that was possible. We walked downstairs to the basement. The sounds of Charles swearing made Bolton release my hand.

What was happening?