So pathetic
RENEE'S POV
The door clicked shut behind Bane, but his presence still lingered like a shadow in the room, suffocating and inescapable. His scent clung to the air, a cruel reminder of the bond that refused to let me go. My fingers curled into the sheets, frustration bubbling under my skin.
A party. He wanted me to parade around like I was his possession. Like I belonged to him.
I clenched my jaw, my body still trembling from the heat, but this time, it wasn’t just from the bond. It was anger. Pure, burning anger.
I wouldn’t let him control me.
Let him throw his party. Let him order me around. I wasn’t going to play along.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself off the bed, pacing the room in an attempt to steady my emotions. My wolf growled in frustration, torn between the bond’s pull and my own stubborn defiance. But I knew one thing for sure, tomorrow night, in front of everyone, I would make one thing clear.
I didn’t belong to Bane.
And I never would.
.....
My morning was fine not until when evening time reached and I heard someone knock on my door.
It was no one else but the make up artists, Bane had sent to me.
"Hello, Alpha Bane has told us to help you dress up", One of them murmured as she closed the door behind her back.
I didn't bother replying to her, I just glared at them.
The makeup artists moved quietly around the room, setting up their supplies with the kind of precision that came with years of experience. I could feel their eyes on me, their discomfort at the silent tension in the room, but I wasn’t about to make it easy for them. I wasn’t just going to let Bane's people turn me into some pretty little doll for his amusement.
One of them gently approached me, holding up a delicate gown with a knowing look in her eyes. “You’re going to look stunning, Alpha,” she said softly, as if trying to placate me.
I didn’t move, my gaze cold and unblinking. “I don’t care about looking stunning.”
She hesitated, but only for a moment, before the other woman gestured to the chair by the vanity. “Please. We’re just doing our jobs. Alpha Bane orders.”
I clenched my fists, the heat still simmering beneath the surface. But I didn’t want to cause trouble for them. They were just following orders.
“Fine,” I muttered through gritted teeth, my voice sharp.
I sat down and let them work, all the while glaring at my reflection in the mirror. I barely recognized the woman staring back at me.
Every brushstroke, every careful movement, felt like another shackle. Bane thought he could control me through these details, through the way I looked, the way I behaved. But he couldn’t see what I was truly made of.
It took a few hours before they finally finished. I slipped into a red velvet dress, it was long, and reached till my ankles, and behind, there was a lace cut-out.
I lastly glanced at myself in the mirror. My chest sat high on the dress. My lips were painted the same red as the dress while my eyelids were covered in golden eyeshadow. I finally sensed my wolf surfacing as the woman behind me tangled with the zip at the back.
It was again irritated.
This all felt like another attempt to mold me into something I wasn’t. Bane wanted a perfect Luna to stand beside him, a vision of submission wrapped in silk and lace.
But he was going to get something else entirely.
I turned sharply, making the woman behind me stumble back. "Enough," I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. She nodded quickly and stepped away, her eyes downcast. I knew she wasn’t to blame, but I couldn’t stop the frustration from leaking into my words.
Taking one last glance at my reflection, I let out a slow breath. If Kade thought he could put me in a dress and make me obey, he had another thing coming.
The knock at my door came right on cue. One of Banes men, standing stiffly, waiting to escort me. "The Alpha is expecting you," he said, his tone neutral.
"Of course he is." I stepped past him without another word, my head held high.
The ballroom was extravagant, shimmering under golden chandeliers. The scent of power and dominance thickened the air, the presence of Alphas and Lunas from various packs filling the space. Wolves in their finest attire danced, whispered, and schemed beneath the illusion of celebration. But none of them mattered to me.
I was here for one reason, to remind Bane that I wasn’t his to command.
And I found him immediately.
He stood at the far end of the room, speaking with a group of Alphas, his presence dark and commanding. But the moment my eyes took in his surrounding, my wolf immediately growled.
The arrogant bastard unbelievably had his hands laced around a lady. It was no one else but Harriet.
He did it in my presence. After forcefully inviting me to the party.
A slow, burning fury coiled inside me, but I refused to let it show. Not here. Not in front of him.
Bane wanted a reaction. He wanted to see me crack, to watch jealousy and submission flicker across my face. But I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.
Instead, I straightened my shoulders, lifted my chin, and let a smirk curl my lips. If he thought he could make me feel small, he was sorely mistaken.
I strode toward them with measured steps, ignoring the murmurs that followed in my wake. The red dress clung to me like a second skin, a striking contrast to the cold indifference I forced into my expression.
Banes grip on Harriet was firm, possessive, but I saw the moment he noticed me. His fingers twitched ever so slightly, his jaw tightening even as he kept his mask of arrogance intact. Harriet, of course, leaned in closer, as if she had already won whatever game they were playing.
Pathetic.
I stopped just short of them, plucking a glass of champagne from a passing tray without sparing them a glance. I took a slow sip, letting the bubbles linger on my tongue before exhaling softly.
"Bane," I finally said, my tone light, unconcerned.
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