Chapter 10

Celine’s sharp indrawn breath was loud to her ears, realizing that Asher had cuffed her to the headboard. “W-Wait! You’ve got this all wrong!” She blurted out without thinking when he turned away to leave.

Her confidence immediately drained away when the Mafia King turned around to look at her again, a brow cocked on his impassive face. Being cuffed meant she couldn’t move, so she was pinned under his gaze.

Asher had been about to take a shower and head to bed, after making sure his property didn’t try to run off again. “What? Cat’s got your tongue?” He held her jaw when she refused to elaborate, those big crystal blue eyes distracting.

Celine gulped, she hadn’t planned to say that, regret washing over her as all it did was bring Asher’s attention back to her.

“Tongue out,” He ordered suddenly and Celine immediately obeyed without even processing what he had just asked her to do.

Her free hand unconsciously drifted to his broad shoulders when his sharp teeth gently sank into her tongue, it felt like she was being sucker-punched. If she had a difficult time speaking before, she was completely speechless now.

All she could do was slap a hand over her mouth, her tongue throbbing even as Asher just walked off like what he had just done was inconsequential. It felt like she had been punished, and she wished she hated it.

He disappeared behind a door and the tension in Celine’s shoulders bled out. She had been about to tell the Mafia King that he made a mistake buying her and that she wasn’t supposed to be on sale but she had caught herself in time. He wasn’t going to be happy to hear that and she knew better than pissing him off, considering that he was treating her fairly decently at the moment. She was in his bedroom, *cuffed* but at least she wasn’t thrown in some drafty basement.

Celine’s head drooped a few minutes later, she was still a little groggy from being drugged and then gagged with chloroform and had been relying on adrenaline. Now that she was no longer trying to escape, her exhaustion hit her, she laid down as best as she could while being cuffed, drifting off to her first proper sleep since she left Moonstone.

Asher came back half an hour later, wearing a bathrobe, his hair darker now that it was damp. He was pleasantly surprised to find the Omega fast asleep because he had been about to offer her a shower.

He had no idea how to treat an Omega he bought so he planned to treat her just like every woman he had been with. She slept with her hands supporting her head and her slender legs tucked in, her pale blonde hair draping over her white dress - she looked so out of place in his world, and he wondered if that was why she had been drawn to her.

Asher unlocked the cuff around her wrist before getting into the bed as well, so that she could sleep better. He had no worries of her escaping at night because his mansion was locked down tighter than a fortress but also because he was a very light sleeper, he would be up before she could get out of bed, he had merely cuffed her as a reminder of her position.

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Celine woke up to the surprising view of the curtains partially thrown open to reveal a wall-sized window, sunrays spilling into the room, bringing with it dancing gold particles. Her brief moment of peace was shattered when she realized where she was, sitting up abruptly and looking around in a frantic search for the Mafia King who now owned her.

She only relaxed when she realized she was all alone in the room, taking a moment to notice that she was no longer cuffed. Which was a relief because she needed to use the bathroom, the urge propelling her from the bed.

She hadn’t noticed the other doors in the room the night before when she was trying to escape because of how dim it had been but now she tried one of the other doors, the door opening to reveal a maid in uniform.

“I was just about to rouse you,” The maid said politely, “I’ve prepared a bath for you, Alpha Asher has ordered that you have breakfast with him so please get ready.”

Celine blankly stared at the maid as she walked past her, trying to process what she had been told. She had no choice but to step into the bathroom, still trying to adjust to the abrupt and complete change that had happened to her.

She stepped out of the bathroom a while later, feeling more like herself, and also very hungry. She was startled to see the same maid waiting patiently for her, it made her pause at the door, wearing a bathrobe.

“Please quickly put those clothes on,” The maid directed, heading out the room only to return a few moments later wheeling something in.

Celine couldn’t even protest although she was more than a little confused, she knew that the maid was just doing her job, not to mention that she seemed very antsy.

The outfit was nothing like she had worn before, making her silently struggle with it for a while before the maid had enough and decided to step in. She grimaced when the leather corset top was put on, it was snug enough to feel a little constricting, the matching black leather skirt the same.

The black platform heels provided for her seemed very strange considering that she was just going to eat breakfast but she dared not complain to the maid, letting herself be pushed around as the maid spritely got to work on her hair, attending to her face as well.

Celine wasn’t given a chance to look in the mirror but she had a feeling that she wouldn’t recognize the person she would see. Walking wasn’t an easy feat in such unfamiliar shoes and clothes, especially for someone who had worn mostly dowdy dresses and flats all her life.