Rejected!

The door closed…

I stiffened. From behind I could hear footsteps walking to my side. "Where is my servant?" Asked the figure in a deep voice.

"I… I… I don't know. Mrs Mal… her majesty sent me here. S-she said I… I should bring in your meal m-myself." I stammered, I can feel my entire body trembling.

"Turn around." He ordered.

I couldn't. I remembered Mrs Malfoy's words, she warned me not to look him directly in the face.

"Are you deaf?" He spat, annoyed. "I said, turn around."

I found myself doing so, but I did my best not to look at his face. "Look at me." He commanded.

I didn't want to, but involuntarily, I found myself looking at him. I forced myself to look away but I couldn't, it's like I'm being remoted or some thing, forcing me to do what he says.

When I beheld his face, I was surprised to see that the so-called king was way too younger than I thought. From his deep voice, I had assumed him to be some one in his mid fifties or thereabouts, leaving me to wonder if Mrs Malfoy was mated to some one younger than she is?

But here I am, staring at the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Blue eyes, pink lips, perfect cheekbones, with a well sculpted nose which gave him the perfect looks any one can imagine.

"What makes you think getting out of the dungeon is your freedom?" He asked, his voice was never sounding soft. I felt like I was directly listening to the thunderstorm talking. "The sacrifice might be over doesn't mean your life is spared. I'm gonna come for you, and when I do, you will prefer that I had killed you that night when I had the chance to." He threatened.

My heart skipped a beat. I don't know why he was telling me this, why he was threatening me with those hurtful words. I was beginning to believe in my doubts, maybe all lycans are the same, excluding Mrs Malfoy.

I wasn't expecting the next words, but honestly, they were the most hurtful words I have ever heard. "You're not needed here and will never be, you don't belong to this pack. You deserve to be dead and... Forgotten."

I felt every part of me was taken away, and I was left in an empty space. No one has every said that to me, not even my parents. But why do I feel so touched by the words of a stranger, one I should be rejoicing hated me as much as I fear him?

But no, I feel hurt by his words. I wish this day never existed. I was beginning to regret why Mrs Malfoy had sent me here in the first place. 

"You're not needed here and will never be, you don't belong to this pack. You deserve to be dead and... Forgotten." The word kept echoing in my head as I stared fixedly at him.

Is this a dream? Am I actually imagining this happening? Or is it some how a reality?

"You should be with the queen now." He said, emphasizing that I should leave his sight.

I left immediately without looking back or having a second thought to wait for him to be done with his breakfast.

Aren't you gonna stay until His majesty is done eating?" One of the guards asked me as soon as I left the building.

I stopped, turning to him. "He prefers I should give him some privacy." I quickly rushed back to the castle.

I stopped running, trying to calm myself down. I felt tears cloud my eyes, what's wrong with me? Why am I feeling this way? I should be happy! I should be happy he doesn't want me in his home, after all, I never chose the idea of staying, the Luna did. But why do I feel uncomfortable to hear I've been casted away?

I didn't notice how wet my cheeks has gotten from my tears. "Emma, it's okay. It's okay, and it definitely nothing. You should be happy, right? He doesn't want you, that means one day, you'll definitely be leaving this hell of a place." I said, trying to calm myself down.

Night surfaced, and while I was busy with the laundry, Mrs Malfoy called me into her room. I knew she was gonna send me to her to the king's apartment. I walked in after doing a double exhalation.

"I want you to serve his majesty his meal." She requested.

Just like I thought.

I couldn't say no to her, but I have to. I wouldn't want to disobey the king, and I didn't want to sound rude to Mrs Malfoy either, but I guess I have to say no to her for the first time or I'll be losing my life instead.

"Forgive me, your Grace, I can't do it. Maybe you should send some one else in my place."

"Why?"

I remembered his words, they never left my mind. "You're not needed here, you don't belong to this pack. You deserve to be dead and... Forgotten."

"His majesty has declared that I shouldn't walk into his home any more. He said I don't belong here, and that I am not needed any more." I was holding myself from crying, but saying the words alone made me to. 

Wouldn't it have been better if he had killed me in the first place? Would all these have happened? 

"Your majesty, I think it's time I leave the pack. Maybe he is right, I don't fit to be among you."

There was an invisible frown on her face after I had say the words to her. She quickly hide it with a smile. "You don't have to think about going home, not when I need you the most. You wait in here, while I go talk to him. I guess there seem to be a misunderstanding here."

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