Chapter 38 Training?
Chapter 38: training?
Milo pov
Something inside me broke hearing those words. It stung even more than I could imagine.
I remembered His soft words to me last night, the way he had treated me for once like he cared…
“Daphne,” he growled again, this time his aura seeping through.
She lingered for just a moment longer, before she turned to me and said in a soft tone, “If you ever need to talk…”
I nodded once, too ashamed to say anything.
She left.
The door closed behind her with a soft click, plunging the whole room in an awkward silence.
Master continued to lean casually against the doorframe, his golden eyes filled with unreadable light. Almost too calm for a man who had ravaged me like a beast last night.
My heart pounded in my hard chest. The silence was almost too overwhelming for me. I hated how my body reacted to just his presence. And my wolf, Lior …he had suddenly gone silent, purring like a satisfied kitten.
I stared at my fingernails. I couldn't dare look him in the eyes, without remembering my shameful and degrading actions last night.
Master suddenly moved, tossing me a small bag I didn't know he had with him.
With trembling hands, I zipped it open.
Clothes?
“Get ready,” he said simply, his voice deep and commanding.
“For what?” I asked, before I realised too late, that I had spoken to him without permission... I had disobeyed him yet again.
But if he noticed, he didn’t say anything. He gave an evil smirk, his eyes gleaming with a strange light as it devoured me with his gaze alone.
“Training?”
The words continued to echo in my ears like a foreign language I was trying so hard to understand.
My mouth parted in one hundred and one protests, but I bit my tongue before they would come out. not daring in any way to say anything further. It took me a while to realise that master had said the last words, and I was supposed to answer him.
“Y…yes master” I forced myself to keep back the tears that were burning in my eyes.
“Good, you have three minutes” He nodded, before turning to walk out of the door, with no other information. His eyes were hard, almost emotionless with no atom of the warmth or softness I thought I had seen last night. I felt used and betrayed.
My wolf Lior, whimpered sadly, before retreating inside my mind.
My hands clutched the bag like it was the whole reason for my predicament..
I was still frozen in shock with the way things were going.
Training?
What the hell did he mean? Why now of all times when my body felt like it was run over by a car…?
I wanted to scream. To cry and pull my hair in frustration. I wanted to forget everything and pretend nothing ever happened. But the harsh sting between my legs, the throbbing of my thighs, and the lingering ache in my bones, wouldn't let me forget.
I sighed deeply, having no choice but to dress up for the so-called training.
The pants were snug but flexible, the shirt a little too big, easily swallowing my small statue. I was sure he had done it on purpose.
“Stupid,” I muttered under my breath, brushing hair from my hair from my face as I pulled the shirt over my head. “So fucking stupid.”
I cringed as I caught my reflection in the giant mirror. Pale swollen my lips, my eyes were filled with bags beneath it… my neck had teeth bites frailing from the side of my neck down to my collar bone. I tried to use powder to mask.
“Lior,” I tried whispering to my wolf.
I received silence.
“Say something, Anything?”
But the wolf inside me remained curled in sleep or silence,whichever it was that it was doing.
I bit my lip, suppressing the panic building in my chest. As I pushed the door open.
The hallway was colder and empty than I remembered, the last time.being when i was being pursued by my master as i ran for my dear life.
I cringed at the memory. Before looking around to see where I was to go? or who I was to meet?
He didn't say anything about it, and to be honest I was not surprised.
The guards stationed near the steps barely looked at me, like I was an insignificant ant, that was not worth their time, but I didn’t let it bother me. I was already used to it by now. I hesitantly descended the stairs, that was when I saw someone at the bottom of the staircase waiting for me.
James?
He didn’t speak, his arms were crossed over his chest. a permanent scowl I had come to know was etched all over his face, like he would have been everywhere else, but here. His hawk eyes continued to watch me as a predator as I made my way down, while fighting the urge not to wince just from the pain that continued to travel through my body on every movement.
Irritation flickered in his eyes.
“You’re late,” he snapped.
My eyes twitched, no one had told me anything else apart from suddenly announcing that I was to start training. I opened my mouth to argue but he beat me to it. Tossing a black object to me.
“Put that on.”
I picked it up. It was a Mask, shaped to cover the upper face.