Naya's POV Three days, that's how long it took for Sherry to turn me into a classic whore. It's hard for Sherry, because she has to verbally instruct and describe everything for me. It's cringy for me, but I try my best and I think I have done my best. The day that Erus is supposed to come back, I wake up very early in the morning and take a two hour bath, the longest I have ever had in my life. I wash every inch and corner of my body and make sure my hair is in the best shape it has been. I remove every hair from my legs, arms, and by privates. I don't know what Erus' preference is, but Sherry said men usually like it when women aren't hairy like a wild animal. After everything, I go through the closest and find myself in two outfits. One that I am going to wear during the day, and another when he comes back at night– more intimate and appealing for him. I go downstairs to see the servants working, cleaning every corner of the house. Turns out that I'm not the only one who is
Erus' POV It's a fifteen hours flight and all I want is just to go to bed. Imagine my surprise when I find my young wife sleeping with her head on the dining table. Naya. I have been thinking about her since the moment that I traveled weeks ago. The last time I saw her was about two weeks ago, after our wedding night. I don't know who told her that it's a good idea to stay awake around this ungodly hour, but I tell her to go to bed. I see her face fall, but I don't care. She shouldn't be awake, I know it's because of me, but I don't want that. “We have taken your stuff up to the room,” my driver, Jeff, says. “Thank you,” I nod as I go upstairs. I am undoing my cuffs. The first thing I do when I get into the room is to jump into the shower. The water feels great, I am so glad to be back home for a few days of rest. I don't check on my mum, because I know that she is going to be asleep by now. I put on my pajama pants and without a shirt, I go to sleep. I have a weird sleeping
Naya's POV His eyes turn dark with anger and he is looking at me as if he wants to kill me. His hands are firmly around my waist, but I still won't move. This is my plan and if he doesn't accept my request, we are going to be here for a long time. I know he is close to coming, Sherry described it would be like for a man when he is just about to get to climax and all the signs are being displayed by Erus. He looks very mad at me right now and I know that he can overpower me and take what he wants, but where is the fun in that? “Is this a joke, Naya?” He asks, blowing out hot air. “Tell me that I can keep my name,” I repeat myself. “that I will remain Naya Woods for as long as I remain in your house and am your wife.” He shuts his eyes and grimaces from the frustration. It is funny to see the alpha in this situation, it's kind of pleasuring to have such a strong man under my thumb. “You have no idea what you are doing, Naya–” I shut him up by moving a little and stopping almost
Naya's POV I am so happy that I have Erus on my side now. I can manipulate his mother by making her think I am the most faithful wife, and I can also have Erus under my thumb. That's the only way that this house can be tolerable for me. Until I am able to get out of here. I left my bedroom today with a very happy smile on my face. Fillipia smiles when I greet her and she allows me to help her make breakfast for Erus. If I thought that Luna Bloodton was picky with her food, Erus is ten times worse. Fillipia works with breath stilling precision and after she is done, she wipes the corner of the plates with great care. All this to prepare a meal for Erus that there is a seventy percent chance that he might not eat. If he rejects the food, they will return it to the kitchen and decide on who is going to eat it. Then they will go through the same process again in the evening… She pours a cup of expensive tea. Tea that cost more than my mother's yearly income. She tells me how t
Erus' POV I know that Naya will leave my room and cry and cry about what I have said to her, but I don't feel sorry for her. She has started to become too comfortable and I am not alright with that. The fact that she and I somehow got entangled into a mate bond doesn't mean shit to me. She is still a third class citizen in my city and it's annoying enough to be associated with her. What's the saying? No amount of water can make a pig clean enough to be king. Just after she has left, Fillipia knock on my door and comes in. She knows what she has done, so she immediately falls to her knees with her hands clasps in front of her. “Alpha, I am gravely sorry. Your wife, she–” “Naya.” I correct her with a growl. “Naya,” she nods as she takes the correction. “She insisted on helping and I was sure that she is just excited to be of service to you, just like any of us. I should have sought proper permission first. I apologize, my lord.” I don't look at her, I am glued to the scr
Naya's POV I go through my stuff and turn my room upside down. I can't find my phone. I know that Luna Bloodton is very nosy, but I hid it very well and can't believe that someone has taken my phone, my most priced possession. I am tempted to confront Luna Bloodton about it, but I know that no matter how gentle I am about it, I will get into trouble. Gosh, what am I going to do? Those small midnight chats with Sherry are what keeps me sane in this hell of a place. I go downstairs and I see Fillipia. She seize her breath and holds contact with me. “Miss Naya, good morning, is there anything you want?” She asks with an odd tone. She has been odd since I took breakfast to Erus and he rejected it. I am sure that she got into trouble. “Um, did anyone go into my room? Maybe when I was in the shower?” I point behind me. She shakes her head even before I am done. “Except Mary, who cleans your room every morning, but you were there when she was cleaning the room…” Fillipia say
Erus' POV I step into the hall, the meeting is going to end in a few minutes and I canceled a few meetings to catch up with this. “All rise to salute the Alpha!” Everyone stands up and bows to me. I walk to the stage and sit next to Naya and my mother, both of them have the leisure of not bowing down like the others, they only stand and sit after I have.I am seated next to Naya, her hands are clasped in front of her and her eyes are looking straight ahead. One of the pack officials is still speaking and the hall is as quiet as a graveyard. Naya slowly turns her next to me and looks at me in my face. I furrow my eyebrow slightly. What's with the sour look on her face? Can't she see the cameras everywhere? I reach out and slightly brush my finger against the side of her chin. She blinks and stills immediately, she is not expecting that. Neither is my mother and the hundreds of people sitting down and looking at us. No one has seen me relate to my wife like this. I lean in and
Naya's POV Hearing that he is taking me to the hospital makes my heart skip a couple of beats. Is my mother dead? He refused to tell me? Are they going to take me to the hospital morgue to see my mother's dead body? I don't know, and being in oblivion only makes my anxiety grow. We get to the hospital and I am put in a private room. Erus asked me to lay on the bed, but like the stubborn mule that I am, I only sat on it. Erus' assistant has been asked to keep an eye on me. He keeps stealing glances at me from the corner of the door. He asked me if I wanted something to drink like five times. Soon, Erus returns into the room with a doctor. “Good evening, Miss Naya.” He puts on his gloves as he comes towards me. “What? What's going on?” I look from Erus to the doctor. “You are going to be examined, Naya.” Erus says. “You have been behaving very annoying these past days and I am forced to think something has been triggering some weird hormones inside of you…” The doctor comes a
Erus' POV She stops for a while, her hands stuck in the air. “Wait, you are not here to kill me? Instead, you want me to amend the relationship between Naya and I?” “Exactly. Since I was the reason why it was strained in the first place.” I shrug. “Huh.” Her hands go to her waist. “What changed, Alpha? This is very unlike you.” “Yes, Sherry, it is very unlike me, just… Naya gets depressed very easily over simple things, so you should be there to cheer her up.” I say. “She will need her best friend, and you have to be there for her. I have prepared a girl's date for you two. Don't worry, I will be with Jordan throughout the day. You girls should catch up.” Sherry chuckles nervously. “This has got to be a very fucked up dream.” “It's not, Sherry.” I sigh. “Come on, are you in or not?” “Are you kidding me? I'm so in!” She rejoices. “We have a lot to talk about! I have to tell her about the asshole I almost got married to four years ago–” She stops when she sees that one of my ey
Erus' POVThe drive home is quiet. Naya keeps wiping her eyes with a handkerchief that Brandon pressed into her hand, but Jordan is having a swell time.She keeps humming a song as she swings her legs back and forth.“Mummy, I'm a kind of princess!” She grins.Naya smiles, but she looks more scared than she looks jovial.We hardly say anything until we get to the house and they step out. Naya quickly steps out of the car and rushes into the house, without saying a word.I walk Jordan to the door and she heaves when I let go of her hand. “Don't tell me that you can't spend the night today, dad.”“I know, my love, I have to attend a meeting.” I squat in front of her, adjusting her dress. “How about you go to bed and we will talk tomorrow? It's going to be a big day for both of us.”Yes. She is now officially Jordan Bloodton to the world, and the whole of Moonclaw will acknowledge that from now.She hugs me, putting her small hands around my neck. “I love you, Daddy.”“I love you too, J
Naya's POV My hands are shaking. The devil just announced to the world that I am his wife. That I am still his wife. “Hey, you're going to be fine.” Sherry pulls me into a hug. We are supposed to be happy that we are together after being away for so long. We are supposed to be so happy, but Erus has decided to take it further and just ruin my life a little more. Sherry wipes my tears and lifts my chin up. She hasn't changed, her gentle eyes become even softer when they look at me. “Listen to me, he can't ruin you. He can only try.” She says to me. “But why would he do something like that? I told him that I wanted to keep Jordan out of the spotlight.” “He probably just wanted to show you up to everyone.” She smiles at me. “You will be fine, cheer up. He might be an asshole, but I know that he won't allow anything to happen to you, or Jordan. I will always be here for you, Naya. Always.” It's like we are back in junior high. Like the times I locked myself in the restroom to hide
Erus’ POV The look of betrayal on her face doesn't move me. She holds on to Jordan tighter, but when I give the signal, she is snatched from her hands. She is not going to cause a scene, I know. Her eyes glistens with tears, but she doesn't even move from her seat. Her friend, the only one person who has ever thought to challenge me, Sherry, she consoles Naya. Naya holds her hand over her mouth, but she doesn't even speak… her eyes are doing enough of the talking. Jordan is brought to me. I take her in my hand, and she smiles. “Jordan, everyone.” I say. “Hail the future Luna!” One of the top officials shouts. They all bow as low as they can get. Naya is the only defiant one. She stands straight, boring holes through me with those pain-filled eyes of hers. “Daddy, who are all these people?” Jordan whispers. “Your subjects, my love.” I tell her. “Each and every one of them lives to serve you. Smile and wave, my child.” Everyone sits down, smiling and talking to themselves. T
Naya's POV I told myself that I was never going to attend a meeting like this ever again, especially after Erus and his mother kicked my mother out, but here I am. I look out of the window, at the family's strolling into the building, and my throat clogs with anxiety. “Brandon, I can't do this.” I shake my head. “You can do this, mummy.” Jordan fits her tiny hand into mine. I smile at her, even though anxiety is tearing me up on the inside. “We can stop by the restroom, first. I assure you that we will make sure that you get a seat where no one will notice you.” “Thank you, Brandon.” I sigh. The driver stops the car at a secret door, and Brandon gets the door. Jordan and I step out, into a small passage, and into a bathroom. Jordan stays with Brandon in the passage, while I go to the bathroom to splash some water on my face. I open my bag and take out my lipstick. It's not too red, but it gives my face a little bit of some glow back. “Please, moon goddess, please help me.
I wake up the next morning feeling like a block of cement was dropped on me. My entire body is weak with pain, and I wince as I turn around in the bed. I catch a glimpse of the clock and it sends me rolling and tumbling out of bed. I overslept! Jordan will be late for school, I will be late for work, and this is going to be the worst thing ever for me! “Jordan! Jordan, honey, you are going to be late for school!” I rush to her bedroom, but when I open the door, she is not in her bed! I forgot that she slept with Erus in the living room. I rush down, hoping to find both of them sleeping, but they are not there. I rush to the kitchen, to the other rooms, but she is nowhere to be found. Did someone come in the middle of the night and take my daughter?! The head servant Grace comes in from the quarters. “Good morning, madame, you look so troubled.” “I can't find my child!” I tell her, holding my hand over my head. “I overslept, she is going to be late for school–” “The Alpha too
I wake up the next morning feeling like a block of cement was dropped on me. My entire body is weak with pain, and I wince as I turn around in the bed. I catch a glimpse of the clock and it sends me rolling and tumbling out of bed. I overslept! Jordan will be late for school, I will be late for work, and this is going to be the worst thing ever for me! “Jordan! Jordan, honey, you are going to be late for school!” I rush to her bedroom, but when I open the door, she is not in her bed! I forgot that she slept with Erus in the living room. I rush down, hoping to find both of them sleeping, but they are not there. I rush to the kitchen, to the other rooms, but she is nowhere to be found. Did someone come in the middle of the night and take my daughter?! The head servant Grace comes in from the quarters. “Good morning, madame, you look so troubled.” “I can't find my child!” I tell her, holding my hand over my head. “I overslept, she is going to be late for school–” “The Alpha took
Naya's POV I found have fall, my heart is still beating from what would have been a fatal fall that would have put me in bed for a few weeks. But he caught me. And he is staring at me with his eyebrows furrowed. “Careful, you almost slipped there.” He murmurs. I stand up straight and push my hair away from my face. “Yeah, thank you for catching me.” “Maybe I should have allowed you to fall.” He says and I'm taken aback. “Maybe that's the only way you would catch a break and allow the servants to do their jobs.” “Ha.” I give a short laugh. It's not a joke, I know that he could have allowed me to fall(he is very capable of doing that), but thank the gods that he didn't. He puts his head back against the sink and I rinse his hair for the final time. I run my fingers through his hair and the glitter is gone. I smile, I am proud of myself. I take a towel and dries his shirt. His jacket is off and his sleeves as been rolled up. I did a great job with keeping his shirt dry. He waits
Naya's POV This is not right, that's the only thing that keeps going through my mind as I watch my stuff get moved into the Bloodton mansion. I refuse to go into Luna Bloodton's bedroom, and I refuse to answer the servants when they ask if there is anything they could do for me. Did he just kick his mother out of the family house because of me?! And gave the house to me?! His father is surely rolling in his grave! I pretend that everything is well at work. Jordan is very happy with the huge house, but not me. How can I be happy? I come back from work and I suddenly cease my breath once I see his car up in the parking space. A servant girl rushes to me bows many times. “Good evening, madame–” “No, you may not have my bag!” I hiss at her. I refuse to open the door until she turns red with embarrassment and leaves. I will never be used to being served by people. I refuse to be used to it! After she has left, I take my bag and go to the front door. I am about to open the door whe