Eleven

Kyra pulled down the purple blankets she’s been clutching hard until it was under her wobbling chin, trying hard not to cry again. She had been crying since she got to her room that morning after fleeing from the corridor at the mockery of the servants, and she was finding it a bit difficult to think straight.

If there was something Kyra did not want to hear about then it would be Tristan’s name. Hearing his name opened up wounds she was yet to heal from and made her remember so many things she didn't want to.

Things like how she opened her heart to him because they were fated mates only to have it crushed into dust when he told her that he just wanted to use her to get to her father. She wished she’d had someone to talk to her, but her father did not care about her enough for her to go to him to talk about it.

Kyra was right to not go to him because what did he do when he found out? He got angry and sold her off.

She shouldn’t have stepped out of this room this morning too. She should have stayed back and turned it into her sanctuary because even if she was being treated well right now, it might not last forever. She regretted going out, but it was too late now.

Kyra reasoned that she had to be strong for her child, but the problem was that she didn't know how to do that. She was here, all alone in a strange place. She did not know anyone.

With a groan, she tossed around on the bed once more. “Oh, Goddess! Grant me some seconds of peace,” she muttered under her breath.

At that moment, a knock sounded on the door. She sat up quickly, knocking her knuckle against the edge of the wooden bed in the process. Kyra glared at the door as she stifled a curse. “Who is it?” She managed to call out without screaming like she was having the urge to.

“Miss Kyra, It is Cynthia,” Came a quiet voice.

Cynthia? Kyra sighed. “Please, come in,” she managed as she stood up and went to unlock the door. She had locked the girl out after she rushed back to her room in shame.

The door creaked a little on its hinges, and Cynthia stepped in wearing a blue maid's outfit.

What if one day she is also handed this same blue gown and made to scrub floors or serve some upper-class woman, how would she deal with it? Kyra shook her head a little to get rid of such evil thoughts.

“What is it, Cynthia?” She asked, when the girl who had stepped into the room stood by the door and kept staring at her without uttering a word.

Cynthia bowed lightly, causing Kyra to raise her brows. “Alpha Anton requests that you eat something.”

Kyra frowned a bit. “And if I refuse?”

Cynthia looked uneasy at the very prospect. It made Kyra instantly feel guilty. She sighed as she threw her cold feet on the floor, before walking over to the small table which was at the side of the room. She sat down gracefully on the chair, placing her hand lightly on the table.

“I won't make your work difficult for you because I know first-hand how Alphas can be.” Her father was a typical example with his arrogant and overbearing attitude while he was alive, “You may bring the food, but in little portions. I don't have much appetite,” she said quietly.

“Miss?” Cynthia whispered.

Kyra's wolf hearing picked that up quickly, and she turned around lightly to see Cynthia fidgeting. What was the matter again? She had just agreed to eat the damned dinner! .

“Yes?” She swallowed her annoyance and asked in a light tone.

“The Alpha does not want you to eat in your room. He requests your presence at his dining table,” Cynthia explained.

Kyra scrambled to her feet as she asked in shock, “What?”

Cynthia simply nodded to show that it was indeed the truth.

Kyra did not want to believe it, "I don't think you heard his order correctly. I’m sure he doesn't want anything to do with me, and I know that I'm a slave. There is no way that he would let me eat at the dining table with him. That is not how slaves are being treated, for crying out loud.” Kyra was gesticulating wildly as she spoke. She wished that Cynthia would immediately take back her words and say that it was a joke.

Cynthia simply clamped her hands behind her, with Kyra still watching in shock. “I heard correctly, Miss,” she said at last.

Kyra gripped the side of her gown tightly as she looked around the purple colored room, making quick calculations in her mind.

If she does not obey Anton and appear at his dining table as he requested of her, she might get in trouble with him, he might also come to her room just like he did last night, but he wouldn’t be complimenting her this time.

Kyra could not help but shudder at the image of an angry Anton barging through the door and grabbing her by the neck. An angry alpha was not a pretty sight. At all.

Kyra was quick to make a decision that would keep her out of trouble and cause her head to remain on her neck. She looked at Cynthia, “Ok, let's go to and have lunch with him.” It still came out as a grumble.

Cynthia perked up, and her lips stretched in a wide smile, “Really?”

“It’s not like I have a choice or something.” Kyra said with an eye roll.

“Wait,” Cynthia rushed out of the room and was back within a few minutes with her hands heavily laden with different dresses.

“What’s that?” Kyra asked as she watched Cynthia struggle to carry the clothes to deposit them in the bed.

“Ahh,” Cynthia let out a deep sigh after she succeeded in bringing the clothes to the bed without dropping any one of it to the ground. “Alpha Anton sent them. You can pick any one of them for tonight’s dinner and then one for lunch now. He wants you to look your best.”

“What did you just say?” Kyra squeaked out in surprise after hearing that Anton sent her dresses.