Chapter 9 Questions
Aria
Shock kept me motionless for a moment, my mind was still reeling at what Lucian had done. Did he just kiss me?
My heart couldn't stop beating madly at what had just happened a few minutes ago
I mean, a lot of women would love to be kissed by Lucian, but he was always far off. A lot of girls could only crush from afar. I know a lot of girls at my workplace who wish to have Lucian even if it would be for just one night.
Even though I wasn't crushing, I still found it hard to believe he could kiss me. He brought me alright. I was supposed to be his maid or something. Would he kiss his maid?
Besides, who buys someone only to kiss them?
Come to think of it, I still can't get over the way I felt when he kissed me the other time or the fact that I didn't want him to stop.
I must be insane, thinking like that. Lucian bought me, my freedom belongs to him. I don't even have the free will of mine.
I'm supposed to hate him, not want him to kiss me.
But the main question here was why he had brought me here. What am I really here for?
I had questions but the answers eluded me.
But aside, I still need to think of how to escape. I can't just spend my entire life being the Alpha's property.
The knob twisted suddenly, making me look up.
The door opened almost immediately and a maid walked inside, carrying a tray of food. She gently placed it by my bedside stand, before she stepped out again.
I mentally calculated it. Maybe I could intercept her the next time she brings me food.
There has to be a way out of this place!
The maid brought some steaks, cakes, and wines. Steaks and vanilla cakes were my favourite.
The Alpha definitely knows a lot about me. Now that I think about it. Susan must have been the one feeding him. That explains how things I only told her were known by the Alpha.
She must have been betraying me from the start.
I looked away from the food, feigning stubbornness, but my stomach rumbled, and I found myself looking back at the food.
I've been through a lot not to be hungry. But I'm too angry to even eat.
I should be thinking of how to leave this place and not eat.
The knob started to turn again and I sat up. Maybe this was my chance, but that was even slimmer.
There's not one single human here. Everyone here must be werewolves since Lucian detests humans. And as a werewolf, there's always an ability, and I won't be strong enough to take anyone.
But I can still give it a try.
I rushed to grab the fork, ready for the maid to enter.
However, the usual scent I have been forced to get used to for the past few hours attacked me and my heart did a flip.
It was Lucian.
He hesitated at the door as if contemplating entering or not. Then, he walked inside. He was charged again. Now, he's in long joggers with a singlet that seemed to be a bad choice for me because my heart suddenly felt tight in my chest.
“I see you haven't touched your food,” he noted darkly.
I didn't respond, as I tried hard to hide the fork behind my back.
“Don't tell me you aren't hungry.”
“I'm not, if that's what you want to hear,” I responded harshly and looked away.
He chuckled, a sound I found so amusing and annoying at the same time.
“Oh, you are pulling tantrums again?” He moved closer slowly, as if he were counting his steps.
My gaze darted between us, and I mentally thought of using the fork on him, then making a run for it since the door was open. But that wishful thinking vanished as fast as it had appeared.
Lucian Draven is an Alpha for a reason.
“Anyways, if you don't want to eat, that's fine. We are leaving now.”
“Where?”
“The pack house. I thought you would be more comfortable here but since you already attempted your first escape, I will rather just keep you close.”
“I'm not going anywhere. I just want to return home. I will pay you back,” I cried.
He sat beside me, allowing me to see his stubble very clearly.
“You still don't get this, do you, Aria?”
The way he pronounces my name always sets my heart on fire. It was as if it was meant for his mouth only.
“You are not leaving, and the earlier you accept this, the better for you.”
I felt something break in me.
“Why didn't you just carry my stepfather! I have done nothing wrong here!”
“Well,” he tilted his head to my side, his eyes studying me. “He's not as important as you are to me.”
Important?
“And I've just told you to always be a good girl or there will always be a consequence. Have you forgotten that so soon?”
Unexpectedly, he started moving nearer.
Is he going to kiss me again?
Hot anger surged through me and my fingers wrapped even tightly around the fork.
He smirked, as he drew even nearer.
In one swift movement, I aimed for his torso, but my hand froze in mid-air. Lucian was holding it, his smirk widening.
My heart skipped a beat and started to hammer in my chest.
“Silly of you to think you can win me with some forks. You can do better actually,” he muttered.
He was closer now, only a few inches away. If I just tilted a bit, we would be kissing.
“Maybe the lamp post. Oh, that won't do anything at all, but at least you'd be creative.”
Unbelievable!
“Don't kiss me!” I yelled at his face.
He hesitated briefly, then came in again. Our lips were almost touching now. I could feel his hot breath fan my face.
Oh, why is everything about him hot?
“I won't,” he said suddenly, shocking me. “Unless you want it. And I promise you won't only be demanding for that alone. You will want more, but you won't have it until you beg for it.”
A scoff escaped my throat. “Is that a threat?”
He laughed and pulled back. “Call it anything but we are leaving now. And if you don't want me to carry you, I suggest you follow me this instant,” he teased.
I huffed. That will never happen though.
“Oh, you want to see it happen?” He said suddenly, turning towards me again. I stood up instantly, dropping the fork and walking past him to the door.
The thing is that I have no idea what position I really hold here. If it was about the rumour I heard about Lucian, he's nothing like it.
So, why am I here exactly?