Alone
As pretty as this room was and as breathtaking as the view was I saw this room for what it was. It was only a pretty cell. I moved from one prison to another. It didn’t matter how beautiful it was it was still meant to keep me locked in. A strong wind pushed the treetops and in with it came a feeling of unease. One of the servants, a brunette in a brown dress, shooed the other. I turned to look at her as the servant who was pushed to come get me drew near. I couldn’t see her face because her head was bowed low. Blonde hair pulled back in a low bun, bony shoulders, and a small figure was hidden in a plain brown dress.
“The bath is ready, Luna,” she whispered.
“Thank you.”
I turned to Ethan but he only smiled down at me. Releasing my waist, he walked toward the window, but stopped by the bed. I needed to bathe and that would require I undressed. By the way he sat down at the edge of my bed he wasn’t going to be leaving any time soon. He knew I wanted him to leave, knew I wanted to be alone, but he didn’t care about what I wanted. All that mattered was what he wanted. His green eyes locked on mine but I refused to back down. I ignored him and walked past the servant towards the bath tin. When I stopped in front of the raised flooring to the tub I heard the servant girls as for permission to touch me. When I nodded they got to work. One stepped behind me and one in front. The blonde was at my front and I heard the audible gasp as she took in my torn dress. Her skinny fingers fumbled with the material. The girl behind me untied the skirt at my waist and it dropped to my feet. As I stood naked, I felt Ethan’s observant stare without looking at him. Evidence of what transpired earlier coated my thigh and I hated that it was taking everything I had to hold myself together. I stepped onto the raised flooring and leaned over. I heard a groan from the bed as I gripped the tub. I The scorching water hit my skin first but instead of crying out I clung to the pain. I welcomed it as I put my other foot into the water. I gripped both sides of the tub and lowered myself until water splashed against my collar bone. The brunette servant grabbed a sponge and asked for my hand.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Beka, My Luna,” she said with her head bowed.
I placed my hand in hers and she began to gently scrub my body. Purple pedals floated in the water, the sky was reflected in the water, and I raised my eyes to the windows. The blonde servant behind me washed my hair.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Nicole, My Luna,” she whispered.
“I figured I should know what to call you since I’ll be seeing a lot of you,” I said.
“We’re honored,” Beka said.
I ignored the sound of Ethan standing to his feet. His steps grew nearer but I closed my eyes and pretended to enjoy the bath. Beka grabbed my leg and began washing there. I could feel Ethan’s presence by the tub. I opened my eyes as he leaned over me. I watched as he folded the fabric of his sleeve. He dropped his hand into the water and his fingers slipped between my thighs. I wanted to fight him but in front of the servants it would only make things worse for me. His fingers brushed against my sex.
“Don’t clean her out,” Ethan said.
“Yes, Alpha,” Beka answered.
“We would like good news in the next few months. Her father is hoping to hear news of an heir soon. We wouldn’t want to disappoint him, would we?” Ethan asked.
The two servants answered without knowing if he was talking to them or to me. My hands shook just beneath the surface. I refused to let his words sink in. The probability of me becoming pregnant in the next few months are high. I don’t even want to think about sleeping with him. Giving birth to his children isn’t something I accounted for.
Would he come back in time?
Would he be able to reach me here?
Would he be able to get me?
Would he be able to think of me the same way after knowing that I’d been ruined?Would he be able to look at me the same way if my belly were full with Ethan’s baby?
Would he be disgusted with me?
Ethan’s fingers continued to slide up and down my center. My expression remained stoic and my eyes were focused on the sky as the sun began to set. The servants remained still where they were. Their heads were bowed and their hands were folded while Ethan did what he liked.
His other hand gripped my hair and pulled, forcing my chin up and my eyes to his. His eyes roamed up my chest and locked on my neck. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to my neck. His mouth opened and his canines grazed against the sensitive part meant for marking.
All it would take was for him to pierce skin and I would be marked as his. I prayed desperately to the goddess for someway of stopping that from happening. He pressed a kiss to my neck before leaning back. He released my hair and I dropped my chin and kept my eyes downcast.
“Enjoy your bath, My Queen. I’ve only just returned so I will need to speak with my subordinates I left in charge. Don’t worry. I wouldn’t let you sleep in this large room alone on your first night,” Ethan murmured. He grabbed my hand and pulled it to his lips. “I’ll be back,” Ethan promised.
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