Chapter 4 Welcome To MoonVeil Pack
Xander
As soon as we’re out of sight, I drop her hand like it burned me, which in turn makes my wolf growl in annoyance.
I don’t understand it. My wolf’s been agitated and more aggressive since catching the first whiff of her scent.
I lead her into my private office where I’m sure we would not be disturbed. I shrug off my coat, placing it on the stand nearby, while I watch her as she takes in all in.
I have been watching her expression since we entered the estate – her striking blue eyes growing wide every now and again in silent awe.
I clap once, snapping her out of her daydream.
“Sit down, Firecracker. We don’t have all night.”
I don’t miss the slight downward tip of her lips as she begrudgingly sits down on the chair in front of me.
The fireplace has been set and it’s light casts a soft glow on the side of her face, making her eyes an even more stunning blue as her ginger red hair is pulled into a high pony tail.
“So, what’s the occasion?” she asks.
I clear my throat and look away, searching the drawers until I find the set of papers I had already prepared. I place them on the table and gesture for her to check them. She raises an eyebrow in question but still opens them anyways.
“In there are the terms, conditions, expectations and duration of our contract. Everything is clearly stated, but if you still find anything to be unclear or would like to make changes, feel free to ask.”
I watch as she reads everything out slowly.
“You’re party A and I’m party B?”
I nod once.
“Party A and B have entered into a mutually exclusive contract.
Expiration Date: One Month after Coronation.” She pauses, “wait, is that even allowed?”
“Yes. There have been rare but not uncommon cases whereby many crowned ‘fated’ mates have had to separate due to various reasons – mostly, incompatibility. The solution is usually to find a more appropriate partner.”
A look I can't decipher crosses over her features, but it is quickly replaced with a snort. “They’re also contracted like we’re doing?”
“Not that I’ve ever known or heard of.”
“Below are the terms;
A. Both parties are to be seen together at all times, to solidify the authenticity of the union in the eyes of the public, until the contract has ended.
B. Party A is expected to offer full protection for party B, while party B should uphold customary traditions as Luna Queen.
C. Party A and Party B should never entertain any feelings whatsoever for each other.” She pauses, scoffs and mutters, “as if.” Before continuing,
“D. If either party wishes to end the contract before it’s expiration date, the other party must be in agreement.
E. Both parties must avoid anything that might breach the contract.
F. Both parties should not withholding essential information that may negatively impact the union.
G. If both parties are in full agreement of the terms and conditions stated, they may offer their signatures below.”
“Any objections?” I ask, gauging her reaction.
She ponders over the question, probably reading it all over again in case she missed something, as she stares intense at the words. Then finally, “Not really. Are we going to be sleeping together?”
I choke a little and calm down to take a deep breath before answering, “No. You will be assigned a separate room. Although, it’s not quite far from mine.”
“Oh, thank God. I was really hoping to hear that.” She let out a loud sigh of relief and I can’t help but feel slightly offended at that.
She picks up the pen and signs her name. I do the same. Then we shake hands, finalizing the deal.
Then she stands up and stretches, her hand knocks something over as she brings it down. She bends to pick it up, and my eyes can’t help but latch onto her ass. It is round and looks soft, even in her tight leather pants. I shift uncomfortably, slightly adjusting my rapidly hardening cock straining against my pants.
Unacceptable. I won’t let my body betray me like this.
The sound of her voice forces me to snap me eyes back up.
“Who’s this? She looks gorgeous.”
Since her back is turned to me, I can’t see what she’s looking at.
I stand and see that she’s holding the picture frame of a beautiful young woman in an elegant bright blue Victorian style dress, clutching a little boy by her side.
I freeze. Then without thinking, I snatch it up and swiftly lock it away inside the drawer.
She turns around with her hands up, palms facing away from her. “Whao, take it easy big boy.”
“You are not allowed to touch anything without permission,” I say in a deceptively calm voice, even though my body is shaking heavily, breath uneven.
“It’s not my fault you leave things lying around, but yeah, okay.” She rolls her eyes and mutters, “It’s just a picture.”
I step forward, one foot at a time until I’m backing her up against the wall. “Do. Not. Speak. Of. Something. You. Know. Nothing. Of,” I say, leaning into her face with every word.
“Why are you so worked up about this?” she huffs.
I wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing lightly not to hurt, but to remind her who’s in charge.
Control. That’s what it is.
My wolf growls mockingly. Lies.
“The first unspoken or unwritten rule of this agreement is to never invade the other party’s privacy. Don’t touch anything, either here or outside – anywhere within these walls. Am I understood?”
She doesn’t respond immediately which makes me tighten the pressure of my hand. Her blue eyes darkened greatly but she grits out, “Yes, I understand, your Highness,” she spits, the words like poison on her tongue.
“Good girl. Now sleep.” Then I squeeze harder. Sharp. Short.
Her eyes widen in panic and anger, but never fear. She desperately tries to pry my hands off of her but she only got weaker by the second, only stopping when she finally falls limp in my arms.
My hands linger for longer than necessary.
Then I release.
I lift and carefully gather her in
my arms, open the door and shut it loudly with my foot.
It’s been an interesting night…