Chapter 6

Maya groggily opened her eyes, and her eyes were still dazed as she slowly looked around. She placed her hand on her head and let out an audible hiss. "Where am I?" She asked no one in particular, as her eyes began to adjust to the unfamiliar dimly lit room.

"My room." Grey's voice came from the opposite direction, and she turned sharply to him. Her twin pool brown velvet eyes dilated as horror washed all over her. She had thought everything about Grey taking her away was a nightmare, she had just woke up from.

Grey's cold icy blue eyes met hers. His lips was pursed in a thin line, as he stared at her. "Why did you faint?" He asked her.

"Is there ever a reason why someone would faint?" She asked with a frown on her face, as she looked away from him, and when her eyes met his again, she wished the ground would just open and swallow her whole. The look on Grey's face at her sarcastic reply was not pleasant. If looks could kill, she could have been dead. She swallowed hard and looked down at her fingers. Suddenly, they were the most enchanting things she could look at. It was better than having to meet with the murderous look of the man sitting on an armchair, a few feet  away from her, with an aura that was suffocating. One day, my big mouth will get me into trouble, she thought within herself.

Grey kept staring at her, and for a few fleeting seconds, his expression softened. He was amused at how she could talk back at him without an hint of fear in her, unlike the other women he has seen or being with.

As Maya locked her fingers together, her stomach grumbled, and the sound was so embarrassing that she could not even look up at Grey. She was sure he heard it, as she slightly raised her head to see him standing up.

He walked out of the room without saying a word to her, and Maya heaved as she slapped her forehead. "Why is all these happening to me?" She murmured to herself.

Almost immediately, the door to the room opened, and Maya lifted her head up to see an omega bearing a golden tray in her hand, and on the tray was a plate of jambalaya pasta, sauced chicken, sweet corn salad and a glass of juice. Maya salivated, and did her best to hide it.

The omega placed the tray on the bedside table, and curtsied. "For you, my queen," she said, and surprise was evident on Maya's face.

"Uh? For me?" She found herself saying, and the omega nodded with a little smile.

"Th-thank you," Maya stuttered, and the omega curtsied again, and walked away.

Maya could hardly believe it, as she picked up the tray to stare at the meal before her. She had never had such meals before, according to Emily, it was for royals and few privileged people.

What she was fed with at the Oasis pack was, mostly brown bread, and water, sometimes oats, and leftover rice. Never has she even tasted meat before, and knew not the feeling.

She wondered how the omega got into the room quickly, when Grey had barely left. Her thoughts about it all immediately vanished, as she sank her teeth  into the chicken, and threw her head back, relishing in the taste of it in her mouth.

Grey poured himseleave.glass of vodka from the winery just as the salutary walked in. "Alpha," he greeted, and Grey only raised his glass in acknowledgement to his greetings, before taking a sip from it. He walked away from the winery, towards the direction of the living room. "I have gotten the medications," the salutary said to him.

Grey sat on the white couch and gestured to the ceramic glass table in front of him, and the   placed the medications on it, and stood there, waiting for further instructions.

"You may leave." Grey finally spoke since he walked in.

The salutary nodded, and walked away. Grey held his glass and stared at it, as he recalled the  words when he had called him to check on Maya, as soon as he got her into his room.

"What happened to her? Why did she faint?" Grey asked, trying to sound casual about the matter.

"She had fainted from exhaustion, and malnutrition. She'll wake up in a few minutes. It also seems like she has suffered some severe maltreatment emotionally and physically which has caused her to breakdown. I'll keep checking on her to affirm this perception,"  the salutary said as he examined Maya. "She'll need a lot of rest." He added.

Grey took a sip from his glass again. How could a fiesty woman like Maya with a sharp shrewish tongue suffer maltreatment? He scoffed. The salutary  probably didn't know what he was talking about. He had even asked her why she fainted, and all she could do was give him a sarcastic reply. The nerves! He thought, as he let out a low hiss. 

Maya finished everything in the dishes, and for the first time, her stomach thanked her, as a loud belching sound rumbled out of her throat, and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

She slowly got up to her feet, and walked towards the door, holding the tray of empty plates in her hands, and as she opened it, she bumped into the omega that had brought the meal to her.

"My queen," the omega curtsied. "Let me." She said as she took the tray from her.

Maya smiled a little. The way she was called a high ranked name made her feel uncomfortable. "Please, call me Maya." She said.

The omega shook her head. "The alpha would have my head on a stake if I do so, I'm afraid," she said, looking down at her feet.

It reminded Maya so much of herself at the Oasis pack, as she nodded. "What's your name?" She asked.

"Gwen," she said. "I must leave now." Gwen said, as she turned on her heels. She didn't want to be seen conversing with the Luna, so as not to incur the wrath of her alpha.

Maya sighed as she walked back into the room. She fell flat on the bed, and sighed at the softness. For the first time, she was sleeping on a real bed, and not a sleeping pad. She closed her eyes for a few minutes, and opened it when she thought of Grey. If this was his room, why was he not here? Why was she here?