Chapter 9 Chapter 9
Milo’s POV
I stood in front of a giant mirror, fingers trembling as I buttoned up the last piece of the outfit that was laid out for me by Daphne, who I have come to know as the head of the servants and maids in this castle.
a soft, cream-colored piece of robe embroidered with silver thread in the shape of flowers, and barely covering my chest and pelvic region, leaving my back and mid thigh exposed.
A true reminder of my fate and how helpless i was.
Like Daphne had told me when she prepared my bath before disappearing into god knows where, today happens to be dinner night. A celebration in honor of their alpha, who have now become my captor and master.
I looked like a rag doll, painted and dressed for someone else’s amusement.
And tonight, that someone was the Mafian King. A ruthless and bruteless man.
I stared at my reflection. My lips were stained deep pink, to match with the colour of my eyes that continues to flutter under my long lashes.
I felt like crying out, quitting and backing out from all this bondage, but I know what awaits me from my parents who wouldn't hesitate to kill me if not faster than the mafia king would when he finally finds out that everything was a beautiful lie.
That my father had deceived him.
Millen.
My sister’s name.
I had worn her identity like a shield. Just like the mafia king had wanted, but now it feels more like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.
Especially after she found out just an hour or two ago, when she barged into the room like she owned it.
I had scampered to hide myself, but it was too late. She had seen everything.
“Well well, what do we have here?” she clapped in glee, like a small Child that was offered candy.
“Get out” I had rasped, trying not to break down already at being caught.
But to my utmost surprise, instead of running to the king as I had thought, she had walked deeper into the room, closing the door behind her.
And when I thought the drama couldn't get even worse, she offered something that shattered my perspective.
“Poison him”
Those were her words. Firm and straight that I couldn't believe had come out from her beautifully carved lips.
My throat was still raw from where the Mafian King’s fingers had wrapped around it earlier. But her words had felt even colder than that.
“No!” I had blurted before I could stop myself, not seeing myself killing even a fly not to talk of a mafia wolf that nobody had dared to do.
She had frown at first, her lips curling, but as soon as it happened it was gone.
"He doesn’t love you, darling,” she had said, stroking her hair with her cold fingers. “You’re just a toy to him. A pretty thing he plans to break and dump. And… think of what will actually happen if he finds out about your identity…"
I had hesitated even after her explanation, trying to think of a way to avoid this ,but on second thought, I knew that it was just a matter of a few hours before he would find out, and by then…that would be the end of my story.
I had no choice but to accept her offer, even when my instincts continued to scream at me not too. And she knows that, from the devilish smile that had crept up her face.
I was terrified already.
The weight of the cold vial hidden in my sleeve, continued to press down on my heart. I had tucked it inside a ribbon, securely.
But my heart refused to calm down.
How did I get here?
A week ago, I was scrubbing floors and doing all the work in the house. But at least I didn't have to worry about my safety. But Now I was standing in the strongest alpha's palace, dressed like a prostitute and holding a poison to silence the alpha.
My fingers twitched. My stomach continued to roll. Any little mistake and my execution will be ordered, not just me but even my whole pack would be implicated.
What if I just ran?
The thought crepts to my head, but know that there was nowhere to run to, And if I messed this up, Catherine would destroy me by exposing my identity.
I saw it in her eyes. Jealousy, anger, and rage. I don't know who she is to the mafia king, but all i know was that i was now in the middle of the cross fire..
And now she planned to turn that fire against me.
A knock at the door made me jolt up.
A fierce looking guard stood there. "You're wanted in the main hall."
I nodded, the ribbon brushing softly against my wrist.
My time of deliberating whether to do or not towas up. This was time for action.
Taking a deep breath, I followed the guard, through endless turns of corridors. I could hear the sound of laughter and clinking of glasses, as we got closer.
A door was opened, and immediately I almost turned back to run the opposite way.
And in the center of the room, waiting like a predator...
Was the Mafian King.
My captor and now master.
The man who wouldn't blink, when he would order for my death and the death of my entire pack.
And that same man is the man I was about to poison.
My heart slammed against my ribs very loud. I was afraid he would hear it.
I didn’t want to do this. Any of these. But it was too late to turn back.
Biting my lips, I forced my small legs forward to embrace my hell.