After the night we spent together, Arthur visited me again which was unusual compared to his former aloofness. Before he left, it wasn't without another surprise. He handed me his personal phone number and a cell phone. I didn't read too much into it. It was doubtful it was for anything other than keeping tabs on me. Although... It was interesting that he was leaving it up to me to call him. Unless of course, he knew my cell number by heart. Over the next few weeks, save my morning workouts, I was in the mansion. It was boring but at least I had my cello to pass the time. The more I played, the more I felt connected to my mother. That was my saving grace. It was a few days after Arthur had given me his number when Beta Anthony came to talk to me in my room. "I have some news," Anthony said with a smile. "Arthur has agreed to let you go out and meet new people.""Really, Beta Anthony?" I asked with my hand on my chest. I was surprised. "Yes. Are you happ
Ignoring Taylor's irritable demeanor, I asked, "Would you like to start the lesson right away or get to know one another? No pressure." I put my hands up and sat on the very edge of the couch.Angrily she spouted, "Do you think chatting with me is enough for you to get paid? You need to earn it, peon!" She squinted her eyes in arrogance.I bet she knew a plentitude of insults. Hopefully, her vocabulary wasn't from her former tutors cursing at her. Instead of responding in friction to her taunt, I paid her a compliment. "It's impressive that you understand the value of time and money." That caught her attention for a moment but then she returned to her dissonance."Whatever," she scoffed.We weren't getting anywhere. Maybe if I was farther away from her, she'd respond. Rising from the couch, I began to walk around the dimly lit room. She had plenty of books and a fireplace similarly to my room at the mansion. As I explored, I found it difficult to navigate. It was
Ophelia POV:Arthur opened the door of the Rolls Royce, and I nodded my thanks as I sank into the opulent white leather interior. I still wasn’t used to the casual luxury that seemed to surround Arthur and his pack. I briefly wondered if I should have dressed up for the occasion, then quickly discarded the thought as absurd. He was only driving me home from a tutoring session with his niece, not escorting me to a ball. Although part of me, unbidden, did wonder what that might feel like. Arthur might be a bit gruff sometimes, but I had to admit, he would definitely make a good, handsome prince. However, handsome princes typically didn't buy women for breeding purposes, so maybe that wasn't necessarily an accurate description of the man seated next to me. "How was Tayor's tutoring session?" he asked, his deep blue eyes gazing intently into mine as he turned the ignition of the car on. "If it's too challenging for you, I'll understand, and arrange for someone else to take c
Ophelia's POV "Getting pregnant may require many attempts," Jessica said gently, squeezing my hand in reassurance. "But that's a normal part of the process. And there is absolutely no doubt in my mind that you and Arthur will produce a healthy heir!" The memories of his touch flooded my mind. The taste of his lips, his masculine scent enveloping me. The idea that he would touch me again made my heart race. But did I also want Arthur? "How many attempts?" I asked, unable to keep the fear and excitement out of my tone. "I mean, you know, how many is normal for this type of situation?" "Well..it depends," Jessica replied hesitantly. "There are always a number of factors at play when a couple decides to have a child. But in this case, I'd say, as many as it takes." I nodded, my head reeling from the possibilities. How many attempts would it take? And how would I feel during those attempts? I was utterly overwhelmed, and I needed to be alone to think. I liked Jessica, bu
Ophelia's POV Arthur's Beta and Jessica arrived early that morning to relocate me to my own private villa. It was located in a remote part of the ShadowClaw Pack's lands, and I couldn't suppress my excitement at having a place all to myself. In my old home, it felt as if nothing had belonged to me. Nothing had been truly mine. And now, even though of course I knew that it was a temporary arrangement, I had nonetheless been granted my own space. A house no less! And I intended to savor every moment of it for as long as it lasted. The room I'd occupied previously in the mansion had been a special room in a private sanitorium. A room exclusively for the Pack Luna. But the villa had been designed specifically for me. "Arthur knows that you love plants," Anthony said with a gentle smile. He was driving us all to my new home and briefly met my gaze in the rearview mirror. "So he instructed the gardeners to fill the surrounding landscape with flowers. Wait until you see this
Ophelia's POV After no small amount of hesitation, I finally made the call. As the phone rang, I wasn't sure what I wanted to happen. It seemed that my life would be made easier if Arthur didn't answer. On the other hand, what would it mean for me if he didn't? This is also very normal because I am just an insignificant person. I don't think he will answer my call.I knew that Taylor was trying to upset Catherine, and I didn't want to take an active role in her plans. I didn't know exactly what she was up to, but I didn't like where this was headed. I wondered what Arthur would think about all of that, and held my breath while I waited for his response. "Hello?" Arthur asked, a thread of concern in his husky voice. "What's the matter?" "Everything is fine," I replied in a carefree tone that belied my true feelings. "I just wanted to let you know that Catherine is looking for you." After a moment of silence, he calmly said, 'I'll be home in forty minutes.'“Okay, I
"So, what do you think?" Jessica asked, holding the dress to my body.I graciously took the garment into my hands and compared it to myself in the mirror. The cloth was elegant and made with a quality of the likes I'd never seen."You bought this for me?" I asked in astonishment as I dropped my mouth open.She nodded. "Of course, I did. You didn't need the added pressure of shopping. It's time to celebrate!"I giggled and said, "You're too kind, Jess.""Anytime! You're like a sister to me," she confessed. I felt a pang in my chest—not of pain but of happiness. I tried to hold back my tears. "Well don't just stand there. Try it on. I bet it fits perfectly!""Okay, I will!" I answered. Her enthusiasm was contagious.As I was trying on the dress, I asked, "Who is this party for again?""Arthur is throwing it for his father and Caroline."I felt muted joy in my stomach. It was a slight disappointment that this party was in honor of Caroline, but I refused to let
I wasn't sure if I should thank Arthur or not. For a few seconds, I couldn't speak. Working hard to compose myself, I flashed him a polite smile, purposely pursing my lips. "Thanks," I finally whispered. I rather enjoyed how much the slightest compliment from him made me feel like I was floating. It was a wondrous sensation that I wanted to enjoy. The serene moment was soon shattered by Margaret's grating presence, however. She had a knack for ruining the few peaceful experiences I had. Watching my stepsister, I cringed as she beelined to me and raised her voice. "Which butler did you sleep with to get invited here, Ophelia?" she hollered with a shrill laugh. She pointed at me, making sure everyone knew I was her target. "Take it easy, Margaret," I insisted softly. "Don't tell me what to do," she taunted. I glanced at her with wordless admonition. She saw my warning look but chose to ignore it as she continued, "You better leave before I expose you for the lowl