CHAPTER 7— NO ROGUES ALLOWED

Celia didn’t sleep, she couldn’t, her eyes remained open until the sun rose outside. She could see it through the curtains, hear as birds chirped and yet instead of thanking the goddess for life, she was condemning her.

Why was she doing this to her?

She understood that she had been a wicked little girl in her past, but couldn’t that woman see that she had changed? She had wanted so bad to leave this place last night and Xavier had made a mockery out of her because she couldn’t.

She could hear his breaths, his constant sighs, he didn’t sleep either and Celia was glad. Bastard...

Sitting up on the blanket, she stretched and forced a yarn for more emphasis. “Apparently there’s no rest for the wicked.”

She then stood to her feet and looked over at him. He was laid on his back, sweat dotted all over his forehead as though he was drowning in a fever, Celia could care less, she wanted him dead anyway. “What now? You’re going to leave and latched the door from outside? You’re cruel enough, I wouldn’t put it pass you.”

“If I had known it was this hard to deal with kidnapping someone, I’d have let Kail take you down to the dungeon.” He sighed, sitting up on the bed. “We’re going down for breakfast and bare in mind that my f*cking name is Kaheel and not Xavier and if you disrespect me in anyway I’m going to tie you naked to the tree in the centre of the pack lands as punishment. No one disrespects a king and lives, especially if it’s outdoors...so keep your mouth shut if you want to stay in one piece.”

Celia scuffed. “You kidnapped the wrong girl, might as well you switch me for Celeste. You’re going to have to hang me naked because I only know you as Xavier and not as a f*cking king...but as a rogue.”

She pivoted on her feet and marched over to the door opening it up. She glared at the men who stood by the doorway and just when she was about to open up her mouth and tell them to move, they stepped aside.

Xavier must’ve mind linked them...

With the same power in her steps, she headed down the stairs. She made it down them in no time, her feet slowing to stop when eyes from left and right bombarded her. What was the ballroom last night had apparently turned into a dining room today and everybody was staring straight at her.

There were numerous tables around the room, trays of food situated on each of them and yet it seemed she looked and smelled more interesting than what they were eating.

Celia pulled at the shirt she was wearing, now feeling awkward and naked. Was she suppose to say something, do something?

Why was they looking at her?

If they wanted her to say good morning, she’d never do it, it wasn’t a good morning anyway. Continuing on her way, she tried her best to ignore them until a voice disturbed the room that was once silent.

“A rogue should never eat at our table, but since Xavier made you an exception, you can sit on the floor.”

Celia glared back at Xavier’s father. The last time she checked, Xavier was a rogue too, and he hadn’t degraded him in any form or way when he found him. “It’s okay, if I have to sit on the floor to eat, I’d rather to hunt my own food.”

“Bear in mind that this is our land, you will not hunt anything on it.”

“And do you think I’m afraid to hunt outside your borders? Please don’t mind me, I survive in the wild for more than three years.”

“Go ahead then, I hope you never retur—”

“Father!”

The man turned to his son, looking like a child that just got caught stealing candle. “What?”

Xavier walked down the last step, glaring at everybody in the room. “I said to be nice, didn’t I? And father you weren’t an exception. Rogue or not, she’ll be the Luna of this pack...she has every right to sit at a table and she’ll be sitting beside me.”

“Kahee—”

“Celia come...”

Celia pulled down the shirt and walked over to him. Everybody except Xavier’s father stood then, bowing their heads in respect. “Good morning Alpha...good morning future Luna.”

Future Luna? Well she was anything that was for just today, because by tomorrow she’d find her way out of here or probably she won’t have to, Xavier would be the one to let her go... willingly.

Smiling evilly, she followed him over to the table where his father sat, sitting down when he pulled out a chair for her. He sat down right after her and only then did the rest of the pack members sit down too. Did they do this every morning?

Celia couldn’t imagine doing something like that everyday, she’d be annoyed, but instead of annoyance, their faces were blank and not a single one of them looked over at Xavier’s table.

Celia didn’t have time to wonder why because the silence in the room was once again disturbed by Xavier’s dad.

“This is going to bring shame to your name Kaheel and you know it. An alpha king and a rogue.”

“It’s true, brother...” Another voice agreed and only then did Kail’s presence at the table became known. “You will be judged.”

“For being a rogue...I’ve already been judged by many...I managed to silence them, right? I can do it again.”

“Don’t tell me that you’ll go on a rampage again.”

“I’m not afraid to.” Xavier pushed a plate of food over to Celia and she smiled.

“Thanks Xavier...” She deliberately murmured out, conscious of the fact that he had told her to call him Kaheel, told her to shut up. She wouldn’t listen to him, if she did as he told her, he’d think she wanted to stay.

And she wanted no such thing...

But in a second, she realized that she had made a mistake because then was when hell really broke loose. Eyes from everywhere was pinned on her again, but his father’s eyes were by far fiercer than the rest.

“What did you call my son?”

His voice was low, but it had this eerily dark chill to it. Celia wasn’t really scared, but she was intimidated. “X-Xavier...?”