Chapter 6

Sophia's POV

He had a blank expression on his face as he dropped me gently on a bed. I felt butterflies in my bed as his soft hands grabbed onto my waist. He supported my back with claws.

"Lie here. I shall return with a cup of water". He walked away from me and returned with a full glass.

"Here".

I took the glass from his hand and watched him grab a chair beside me.

A maid came in with some balm and a bowl of water.

"Let her", he commanded and I obeyed. I rested comfortably on the pillow and watched the maid wash her hands. She laced it with a balm and took her hand to my neck. 

"Will it hurt?".

She shook her head gently, "Alright".

Her hands felt my skin and suddenly began to glow. 

"What is happening?", I asked but she pinned me down and continued.

"She's just healing you with her powers. Do not be afraid. Stay still". He warned. I didn't want to annoy him and so I agreed.

She had finished and he sent her out. I thanked him.

"You're not supposed to stay here looking for ways to cause trouble".

"But I didn't—

"Enough. The deed is done already", he said. I noticed he was sitting upright all the while we spoke. It baffled me how he didn't slouch or yawn. He had his eyes on me the entire time, unwavering.

I was as scared as I was aroused.

"You haven't told me why I am here". I decided to break the silence. "I was meant to be dead, you took me and now I am here. Why?"

He watched me talk till I was done and then waited a few mofs seconds before he spoke.

"You are here because I need you. I bought you".

I was unsure of what I could do for a man like this. He was rich, he was good-looking and before I forget, he was surrounded by beautiful women. I was a little intimidated, myself. I tried to hide inside but I was a werewolf reduced by my stepfather to an omega wolf. 

Maybe even worse than that.

I was also ill.

What could I possibly do for a man like him?

I turned the other way. "If you are looking for someone to be a master too, I think you have enough maids to do that with".

"Not a master and slave relationship. Have I put that to you in any way?"

I wasn't sure what he was asking, "What do you mean?"

"Have I treated you like a slave before?" He drew in a breath. I shook my head, "So why would you think I want you for a slave?"

I was speechless. 

"So what would you want me to do for you?"

"I want you to bear me a child" Those words rolled out of his mouth smoothly. I was holding a glass of water when he said it. The glass fell from my hand as I turned to him in surprise. "What did you say?".

"I want a child from you". He leaned forward, his hands interlocked in each other.

"Is that too much to ask?"

"Why would I do that?"

"Because I know you and I know your history. Your father wants you dead and your mother is dead. I heard about you". My jaw fell. I was surprised at how he knew so much about me. Was he a stalker or something worse?

"I also know you are now stripped of your post, you're like an Omega". It was like you were reading my mind. I sat stunned.

"I think I get your point."

"Anyway, if you do this with me, I will reward you". I grew interested in what he had to say, "and what would that be?".

He cleared his throat and stood up, "If you agree to have a child with me, I will grant you a wish. Anything in the world. After the child comes into the world, I will gift you whatever you wish".

His words at the end of his request humbled me. I drew in a deep breath. "I do—

"Think about this. I will give you some time to think about it".

I nodded. He stood up and walked to the door. He made eye contact with me and then smiled, "See you for dinner. Come down after you have rested".

He closed the door behind him and I could hear his footsteps which disappeared at the end of the hallway.

It was quiet for some time before I heard the voice of my thoughts. It started with my stepfather's voice.

He was calling my mother and then I heard her scream.

"Mother!" My eyes flicked open as I came back to consciousness.

I suddenly remembered that she was dead. He had killed her and he tried to kill me too.

My face turned red with anger. I felt a rage building inside of me. My heart began to beat fast.

"Father killed my mother!".

I thought of how my stepfather had tortured me and my mother. The countless days and nights he had us in chains and whips while he sat on a chair watching us scream out souls. Mother died for nothing just because he loved him.

I planned to forgive him because I felt he didn't do that on purpose.

But not anymore. My heart had hardened.

I jumped up from bed and got ready for dinner. I was going to tell him my mind.

"My request would be for you to help me kill my father and in exchange for that, I agree to have your baby". I repeated to words to myself first to make sure they made sense. 

I opened the door and walked straight down to where he was.

He was seated by the dining table, all alone. I reached the last foot of the stairs when I realized that I had never even asked him his name. 

"Chicken or beef?" 

"Beef. Also. How exactly do we go about having a child for you?".