Chapter 5 Bloodshot eye
"Sir." A man politely bows his head, opening the door of one of the enormous black cars.
Conrad guides me to the car and holds the door open for me. I get in and wait for him.
"Take care of them," I hear Conrad say to one of his officers.
Conrad seemed to have forgotten that I would listen to him, since this wasn't a caretaker without a wolf. Conrad forced a smile and sat down beside me. The available space was large, but Conrad didn't seem to mind. His body was very close to mine, and soon his hand joined mine.
Conrad seemed as confused as I was about this primal need. He seemed to have become my planet, and I, like the moon, needed him.
Time seemed hazy to me, as I could only focus on Conrad's touches. Our hands were clasped on his leg, our breaths heavy. We both seemed to be fighting against that need that seemed to dominate more and more. I wanted to ignore everything and this time, I would kiss him myself. But no, it wasn't the moment.
We entered a private property and soon we were in front of a luxurious mansion. Conrad got out first and opened the car door for me, extending his hand to help me down. Soon his arm was around my waist again. We walked inside and I couldn't help but stare in awe at everything.
That mansion seemed to have come straight out of fiction. I hadn't imagined houses could be so beautiful. Conrad paused for a moment, as if deciding where to go. Soon we were in a large room, with a huge table in the middle. There were twelve seats and luxurious decor.
"Are you hungry? I can ask them to prepare a meal," Conrad said, observing me attentively.
"No need." I respond, making him even more serious.
Conrad moves away from me only to ask for a meal to be prepared and closes the door. We were alone now. We had been a little apart, and Conrad slowly walks towards me. His hand goes to my hood and slowly pulls it off.
My red hair falls over my shoulders. Conrad observes it and then looks at my face. My skin was fair; the hood and long clothes always prevented me from tanning. Possibly my cheeks were rosy from his inspection. Soon our gazes were locked. I saw that this time Conrad was analyzing me. He was observing the red amidst the blue in my eyes.
One of my eyes was a vibrant light blue, but the other was half red. A crimson red. His hand was soon on my face, gently caressing it. I couldn't help but close my eyes to appreciate that touch. This was new to me, and my heart felt like it was about to leap.
Conrad moved closer again, about to join our lips and satisfy that primal desire. But a knock on the door made him step back with a visible frown. There stood King Alpha, with his hard gaze and straight posture.
"Excuse me, sir, but the Queen requests to speak with you immediately." The officer said, withdrawing.
Conrad huffed, looking annoyed. It felt like we'd been pulled back to reality.
"I won't be long." Conrad said, looking at me with a changed expression.
"Alright." I said with a gentle smile, and he left quickly.
I took a deep breath, feeling a weight on my shoulders.
"I didn't know you had all your teeth." Harper teased.
"Funny." I said ironically. "You seem to be in a good mood." I said, noticing that I'd never felt her so energetic.
"I found my mate, the real one. I feel different." She replied, and I smiled. "Get a room quickly, or you'll be on the table."
My eyes widened as I looked at the table, feeling my cheeks burn. Good heavens, did Harper have to be like this? Although, we were one. And I couldn't put all the blame on her; even without the wolf, it would be on the table. I cleared my throat, trying to distract my thoughts. I was already getting excited and didn't want to make it so obvious.
The door opened suddenly and several caretakers entered. Unlike me and my neighbors, they seemed very well-groomed. Their clothes were also formal, and they seemed to work with satisfaction.
Soon the table was set, and in one place, there were several plates. Everyone left, closing the door. It seemed they hadn't seen me, meaning nothing out of the ordinary.
I smiled and approached the table. There was fruit, soup, bread, muffins, and juice. My stomach protested, announcing my hunger of several days. I took the juice and drank it slowly. I bit into a piece of fruit and immediately stopped, feeling nauseous. Despite being hungry, I couldn't overeat. Little by little I would be able to eat normally again.
"Planning to eat? Now that's a miracle!" Harper said mockingly.
I sighed and looked towards the door. No sign of Conrad. Had his mother found out about me? Could she possibly be so well-informed? Feeling that weight on my shoulders again. Things weren't like before; the moon's influence wasn't considered so important anymore. Especially for a King, who needs a functioning Queen.
I wasn't accepted among the caretakers, let alone royalty. Royalty, officers, and even Alphas of packs had arranged marriages. Love wasn't so valuable anymore.
"I would never hurt her."
Conrad's promise screams in my thoughts. I sigh, sitting down at the table. Why didn't I jump off that damn cliff? Maybe it would have been less painful. I wasn't a Queen and never would be. That was obvious.
The door bursts open with a loud bang. I jump up startled and see Conrad breathing heavily. I stare at him confused and freeze when I notice his dark gaze.
Conrad locks the door and walks quickly towards me. Our lips meet again, possessively. Our bodies are pressed together and this time Conrad's hand roams over my body. I place my hands on his arms, exploring them and feeling his muscles. I feel his body tense and the kiss becomes hard.
Conrad holds my face tightly, demanding more and more from my lips. Our tongues intertwine, rubbing sensually against each other. Conrad picks me up, placing me on the table. I smile during the kiss, remembering what Harper had said. But it wasn't a mystery.
I couldn't remember anything anymore, I just needed to calm that desire. I needed him. His lips trailed down my neck, making me sigh with satisfaction. His stubble against my skin and his lips pressed together would be my undoing.
All that feeling growing inside me was making me delirious. Leading me to admit: I would never have jumped off that cliff.
There was no title, no obligations. It was Conrad there, my Conrad. Despite liking his authoritative posture and powerful aura, I couldn't remember that he was a King. And that the two of us shouldn't be doing any of this.