Chapter 2

The dining area was unsurprisingly very large, seeing how the whole mansion was massive, the interiors were well-lit with mood and overhead lighting and had an intricate setting.

The long dining table was filled with different meals, it looked like a feast.

I was dressed up in a white long sleeve ruffled cocktail dress, the maids said I had to look good for my husband. The dress was simple and classy but I felt out of place. Like a doll dressed up for her owner.

When I got to the dining area, Quinn and two other young women were already seated there. Intimidated, I gingerly sat down on a seat, two chairs away from Quinn, directly across one of the young women. 

There was silence in the room and it made me even more nervous. 

"The next time we get to the dining area before you for dinner, you would wish you were dead." Quinn said to me casually, breaking the silence.

Huh?

"Was... that directed to me?" I had to ask because I was confused.

My question must have set Quinn off because she suddenly stood up from her seat and charged towards me, pulling my hair.

I winced in pain.

"Of course that was directed to you, you lowly bitch! How dare you talk back!" She yelled.

"I'm--I'm sorry..." I tried apologizing amidst the pain coming from my scalp.

Quinn raised her hand up, about to hit me when footsteps were heard and she quickly let go of me.

I panted heavily, trying to recover from the short assault I just experienced. I knew I was despised in this place but I didn't expect it to turn physical.

"Why the hell is she dressed in white?!" A deep, commanding voice yelled reverberating through the room.

I inclined my neck to where the sound of the voice came from and my gaze fell on a pair of beautiful grey eyes. The owner of the grey eyes was gorgeous as well. He had perfectly cut sharp jaw, filled with rough stubble that made him look mysterious and sexy at the same time, his lips were heart shaped and his nose were in a perfect shape. But his grey eyes looked cold. Ice cold.

"I asked who the hell dressed her in white?!" The gorgeous man asked again.

Was he referring to me?

A maid stepped forward from the line of maids that stood standby at the dining area.

"I did, sir." It was the maid that came into my room earlier on.

He eyed her icily, "You know I hate white, don't you?" Before she could respond, he said to no one in particular, "Get rid of her." 

My eyes widened as guards appeared from nowhere and dragged the maid out with her kicking and pleading.

What the hell?

Did someone just get fired for dressing me up in white? Because he hated white??

Then it clicked.

Chase Wheeler!

This was Chase Wheeler!

The most powerful and most feared Alpha. My husband.

I hadn't even met him properly and I was already scared of him because who fires their worker for using a colour they hated.

"Chase. You are here." Quinn stated, her previous confident demeanor was long gone and she even looked intimidated.

Even his own sister fears him. 

Oh my goodness....

The other two young women were now on their feet as Chase approached the table.

I kept my face down, scared to death to meet my husband's gaze.

Then I felt a cold hand touch my neck. I wasn't sure if it was the coldness of the hand that made me shiver or the fact that it was Chase Wheeler who touched me.

"Are you refusing to greet your husband?" Was Chase's first sentence to me.

Slowly, I raised my head up to look at him. He was smirking down at me.

He removed his hand from my neck and placed it on my chin to raise it up.

"Hmmm. Now that I'm taking a good look at you. You're not that bad. Though you still reek of wretchedness and mediocrity. And you'd be practically useless for me but you should do in bed." He stated with an evil grin on his heart shaped lips.

My eyes widened after I processed what he just said.

Wait, what?!

In bed?!

"What? Why do you look surprised? Didn't your father tell you?" He asked, after seeing my reaction. Then he cackled, "Oh that sly dirty bastard. Of course he didn't. You are here to give me a son. Why else did you think I married you?"

I blinked severally, my heart beating fast against my ribcage.

"What?" I whispered lowly.

I was married off to this man to become a breeder??

Chase clicked his tongue in mock pity and let go of my chin harshly. He picked up a piece of grape from a plate and threw it in his mouth. 

"I'll give you the rest of today to get used to the environment. From tomorrow, you'd start spending the night in my room. I need you to get pregnant as soon as possible." He said and started walking away. 

"What about dinner?" Quinn called out. 

"Cancelled. That hideous dress she's wearing ruined my appetite." Chase replied and disappeared into the house.

Quinn was about to say something, which I was sure wasn't nice because the dinner just got cancelled because of me, but her phone started ringing, so she gave me a dirty look and also walked away to answer the phone. 

One of the women also walked out with her.

I was left in the dining room with the other woman. I couldn't stand up to go to my room. I felt frozen to the chair.

I was not only married off to a heartless Alpha by my stepfather. I was married off to be his breeder.

Tears spilled out of my eyes and I let them. Maybe if I cried out my eyes, I would finally wake up from this nightmare.

"You're Layla, right?" The woman sat across me asked. 

I looked up at her and was surprised to see a different look on her face. Different from the looks of hate and contempt I had been getting from everybody in this house, hers was gentle and soft.

After hesitating, I nodded and she smiled warmly.

"I'm Alice. Chase's cousin." She introduced and my hope deflated a little. Of course she would hate me as well. She was Chase's and Quinn's family.

"You look gorgeous." She said again. 

I gave her a confused look.

"The dress fits you perfectly. You look gorgeous." She repeated, the warm smile still on her face.

Throughout yesterday I stayed locked in my room, staring at nothing. Chase ordered his workers to lock me in. I was indeed a prisoner in this house.

When morning came, I hadn't slept a bit. 

I couldn't. I wanted badly to wake up from the nightmare. 

So when I fell asleep and finally opened my eyes to the annoyingly bright pink colour of my room in Chase's mansion, my heart broke into tinier fragments.

It wasn't a dream.

This was my reality. This was my reality for two weeks in Chase's house. I was really married to Chase. 

My lips quivered and tears streamed down my cheeks. 

My throat felt sore and my eyes heavy from crying too much.

I heard the doorknob turning to indicate someone was opening the door.

My heart beat faster. I noticed that that has been reoccurring ever since I came into Chase's house. I became anxious at every slight sound I heard.

The door widely opened and Margaret stepped in.

"Why are you still in bed?" She questioned. "Look, the Alpha hates it when people sleep in, if he walks into your room to find you like this, you'd be in trouble." 

When I made no move, she whisper shouted, "Go into the bathroom already! He's already back from the pack meeting!"

I quickly sprung up from the bed and headed towards the huge bathroom but Margaret's words stopped me.

"And be careful around him today. He's in a very awful mood. A pack member betrayed the pack."

After I had my breakfast, I went back to my room hurriedly because I didn't want to cross paths with Quinn. I knew that was inevitable considering the fact that she lives in the mansion too but for the main time, I didn't want to.

I had just shut my eyes, drifting into sleep for approximately fifteen minutes when the door to my room burst open.

One of the women at the dining room last night walked in.

Blinking my eyes, trying to recover from being jolted awake, I sat up slowly.

The woman eyed me with disgust, a look I was already used to in the Wheeler's Mansion.

"We haven't met, right?" She asked.

I shook my head negatively but that must have met her the wrong way because she suddenly grabbed my chin.

"Use words, bitch!" She spat.

Why the hell was everybody in this house so violent and impatient??

"No." I replied her.

"I'm Francesca Owens. If there's one thing you should know about me. It's that Chase is mine. And your presence here irks me." She said menacingly.

"What?" I whimpered.

"You might be married to him and shit but he's mine. I'm going to become his Luna so know your fucking boundaries. Got it?" Her grip on my chin became stronger.

When I nodded my head, she let go of my chin and let out a breath.

"Chase wants you in his room tonight. But I doubt you'd be as good in bed as I am. You'll probably be as stiff as a log of wood. I guess I'll let him be the judge of that." She smirked and left my room. Leaving me in further broken pieces.

Not only was my husband a heartless and merciless Alpha, he also had a concubine that he openly slept with.

When the night that I dreaded so much came, two of the maids came into my room to dress me up. To prepare me for my first night with my husband.

And after I was dressed in a silk black sleeveless slip dress, it was a maxi dress and slit in the front.

I had the chance to look at the mirror and I wanted to love the dress on me. I loved what I saw. But I couldn't help but feel like a mannequin doll.

As I was being escorted to Chase's room by Amelia, one of the maids, I couldn't help but wonder why Chase didn't just ak his sex partner Francesca, to birth a child for him? Why bother with arranging a marriage with my stepfather?