Chapter 72
Lia pov
Bloodhound pack is an entirely different pack from my home. When I say they are different, I mean they have their own law and norms, but they behave differently.
For instance, we have an organized pack. We all know where the market is, and where the cinema is, and most of them dress according to their rank, making it easy to identify, and every commercial institution is owned by the Alpha family.
Whereas, in Finn pack. There are different little stalls, with various cinemas and other locations and they bear different individual names lastly, I do not see anyone dressing according to their rank.
This is strange. I mean, how do they make their money if they don’t own things and how do I know that I am not about to run into a rogue or greet a council elder with a little respect?
Clearing my throat, I decided to ask Finn, “Who owns the cinema and other commercial places?” I ask, clearly making sure I do not sound insulting.
“The wolves” he really likes it means nothing. To me, the investment of the pack is what gives the Alpha and his family power.
“So how do you make your money if everything is owned by the wolves?”
“We tax them and they pay,” he replied nonchalantly his eyes still on his laptop.
“You mean you charge people for their hard-earned money?” nonchalantly, I asked. My palm closed my mouth immediately the words escaped. Seems like I sounded like I was accusing them of stealing from the people.
I remembered the only time when Dean’s father had tried this policy, the elders had succeeded in almost running the pack bankrupt with high taxes. It ended in a shamble.
“No, lia. We have an organized system different from the ones you have. It has been in existence for a while. So be rest assured that we are not exploring them,” he explained with a smile while his eyes gracefully grasped my body.
“You would make a good Luna. You seem so interested in making sure the people are well taken care of,” he added with a smile.
A pink hue caressed my cheeks, and I turned to the other side, noting the landscape.
We finally stopped at the palace. I watched as the palace gate opened, revealing a castle. It was made up of three different mansions. Beautiful birds such as peacocks stroll around. Everyone seems to be doing something. All the maids are wearing uniformed material.
Immediately the car stops at the car pack. A guard opened the door for me to step aside. A young girl around Daina's’ age rushed to me with a bowed head.
“My name is Annabel and I will be your new handmaid,” she introduced herself.
My eyes scanned her from the hallow of her shoes to her ponytail-packed hair. Then it found dainas. She had followed me because she wanted to be with me. She is the only loyal servant who was by my side.
Finn stood beside me. It seems they had already known that I was coming today. The walkway already had flowers adorning it.
“No need Annabel, I already have a handmaid who followed me from my pack,” I said with a smile.
She looked shocked but kept a blank face. Her face moved to Finn's. “She would be your second one, lia. You are a stranger here but she is the most trusted amongst all,” he said.
I nodded quietly and took his palm. My palm felt so small on its own. The guards and the maid followed us at our back in absolute silence.
We got to the center building and entered inside. Everyone was so busy, that they immediately bowed and continued their duty.
“This is my house. This is where we are going to be staying,” he said.
As if in a clue. The other servant rushed upstairs. Maybe here, in to arrange my thing.
“Do you like the palace?” He asked and added, “If you don’t, we can change the decoration to suit your taste,” he said.
I shook my head even though I loved white than the black aesthetic that his house had. Later,. Maybe later, added, when I had gotten comfortable with it, I would ask for a change.
“Come, let me show you around, ” he said. I followed him to a large room upstairs. It had canvas and different paints.
“This is our gallery. You can paint and draw in it,” he said.
“A gallery?” I asked. Who the hell had a gallery in his house? Seems their pack is way richer than mine.
“Yes, I figured out that you are an artist and decided to have a gallery for you,” he said with a smile.
I narrow my eyes to a split. How did you know I am an artist” I asked.
A dark chuckle escaped my lips “Trust me Lia I know everything about you including things Dean never knew about”
Oh, my god. With the way he talked with confidence, Oh, it meant he knew much about me.
Panic rose between me. What about Merlin?
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