Were maids Tabóo

With wide eyes, she gaped at him, panting. Her hands were still on his shirt.

He didn't let her go either, which she was grateful for because she didn't trust her legs to be able to hold herself up entirely.

They felt jelly-like, and she was shaking like crazy.

However, the way he kept holding her made her skin flush, and she couldn't help but melt against him.

Emberlynn grimaced, breaking eye contact with him as she saw him gazing at her. His gaze was intense, as if he needed to figure out something about her, but he couldn't think of anything, so he only just wish to stare.

It should make her uneasy. Instead, she felt a sense of need; an unfamiliar sensation pooled at her core, and the knots in her stomach tightened.

"Hey." his voice snapped her out of her daze.

Emberynn let go of his shirt swiftly as if she had been burned. She had almost embarrassed herself. If she hadn't been so lost in thought, she'd have definitely sensed him coming. Again, she believed she should have had a sense of stability and control over her mind and body.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice was rough. It sent a shiver down her spine, making her shudder.

Emberlynn nodded, biting her lower lip before grimacing again.

"Look at me," He ordered, and Emberlynn shook her head as well as tried to extricate herself from his embrace because he was still holding her.

She couldn't tell the reason since she had let him go, and again, for another reason, she liked the feel of his hands on her. She didn't want him to stop touching her, which was weird.

"Look at me, Ember," He repeated, and Emberlynn locked eyes with him.

How did he know her name? She had definitely not said anything to him. Perhaps Vincent had? And he had called her Ember. Not many people called her that except, well, for her mother, who was dead.

Yet, Vincent had said nothing and had allowed them to take her. Was he planning some sort of battle to come take her back? It was improbable, and she wouldn't hold her breath.

Yes, she had wanted to escape Vincent. But he had proposed selling her off, so taking her from under his nose shouldn't have been easy, except they had offered him some money.

That slime could do anything for money!

"Are you alright?" He asked her again, and Emberlynn nodded. She was not still looking at him. She didn't know what she wanted to look at exactly.

He was a gorgeous man, and she doubted staring at him wouldn't make her embarrass herself or say the wrong thing.

"Good, the last thing I'd want is for you to damage this pretty face of yours," He said. "Or worse, twist your ankle."

Was he that superficial? She could have broken her neck, seeing as she was falling at the wrong angle! She could have had a worse injury other than damaging her pretty face or twisting her ankles.

However, he only cared about those things.

Damien creased his brows, still watching her. She was gorgeous. He couldn't seem to look away from her. The feel of her body pressed against his had ignited a strange desire he had thought was long dead.

He had sensed it earlier. He had felt it and tried to deny it. He doubted he could do much denying now.

Emberlynn. The smoothness of her name felt the same as her skin. Her skin was translucent; he could almost see through it. Her cheeks were dotted with red, which he found really cute because many of the women and wolves he was familiar with would rather apply blushes to their cheeks to make them look more feminine or appear innocent.

Emberlynn didn't even try too hard in that department. She was a fucking natural. Also, the freckles that dusted her face it wasn't something he saw all the time.

Many people from Laseria were more on the olive and beige skin side, but someone as pale as Emberlynn with gorgeous long, flowy silky white hair and huge cyan blue eyes was a rare gem.

But then again, she was yet to talk.

Damien didn't know what was more intriguing about her, the fact that she was his mate or the fact she couldn't and hadn't utter a word to him.

Maybe she was really mute, he pondered.

"Emberlynn," Damien said, and she raised her head to stare at him. At least she wasn't deaf. She could hear all that he was saying.

"Do you know why you are here?" he asked.

Damien grimaced inwardly as she nodded and shook her head at the same time. He wasn't one to ask about people's well-being or why they had found themselves in his presence.

He was used to taking and giving whenever he desired. He was used to receiving responses, whether desirable or not. If it were another woman in his presence, he would have forced the words out of her mouth.

Now, he wanted to sit Emberlynn down and lay out his life story to her. Told her she was his mate and he was going to do everything right by her.

Guard her and ensure she doesn't end up like the rest of them.

Damien groaned once more. His thoughts were in disarray, and it was all because of this girl in front of him.

"You should make yourself comfortable," he continued, then his brows creased as he looked her up and down for the first time since she stepped in. He was undoubtedly staring at her face; otherwise, he'd have noticed the clothes she was in.

The dress wasn't one that was befitting of a princess or even a Luna. It escaped being a maid's gown and looked more like the one's peasant.

The dress was horrendous. Brown with a simple, loose-fitting bodice with a high neckline and long, full sleeves. It was made of wool. Damien had felt the texture when he gripped her. The skirt was Ankle-length and gathered at the waist, providing freedom for running. Yet, she hadn't done much running earlier.

He was glad she hadn't used a coif or a kerchief. That would make her look very common, like the peasants he often saw walking by the walls of the packhouse.

"You need to change out of this dratted outfit. No luna of mine would be seen in a lowly dress as this. A dress that depicts a mere maid." he said.

The more words that slipped out of his mouth, the more Emberlynn didn't want to hear him speak. Were maids taboos?

She wouldn't be surprised if he was like Vincent, treating the omegas as nothing. She wanted to yell at him that she was an omega, too. But she doubted it would make any difference.

She hadn't agreed to be his luna yet; he had staked a claim on her. Nudging her towards the entrance and causing her to stumble, she heard him grunt before she left the room.

"Be here in three hours, dinner, decently dressed; we need to talk," he simply said.

Emberlynn nodded, moving towards the door, and it opened immediately, letting her out.

A relieved breath coursed through her as soon as she stepped out of the room. She had felt suffocated while in there.

Betsy had been so sure she wouldn't be returning to the room she had prepared for her, but Emberlynn believed otherwise.

The alpha had said nothing, and he didn't look as though he would say anything other than command her to do things and control her movement.

He hadn't mentioned any other room, and that she was grateful. She'd rather stay far from him at this moment than be in close proximity.

When Emberlynn returned to the room, Betsy wasn't in there. She assumed Betsy had gone about her duties, so she stripped and moved towards the bathroom only to dart back towards the room, gripping her dress.

She pulled the dress above her chest while looking at Betsy, who came out of the bathroom.

Betsy frowned, gazing at her from head to door, and then a smile formed on her face. "I must have startled you."

"No, that was rude of me," Emberlynn whispered. "I should have announced my presence."

"No, you don't need to," Betsy said, "And I didn't know you were returning. I am glad I prepared everything in faith then. Come now."

Betsy gripped her hand, leading her towards the bathroom, "We are the only women here, and if you still feel very uncomfortable, I won't force you to be bare in my presence."

"Thank you," Emberlynn whispered, and Betsy nodded, gently helping her into the bathtub.