Verinoca's Point of View
The mansion that laid in the center of New York's high woodland appeared to be a fantastical world populated by fairies, a mystical location full of numerous kinds of creatures. Jaxon Knight, the strongest, wealthiest, and cruelest part of the Alpha race, resided here.
My eyelids slowly awoke as the warm rays of the freshly awakened sunlight touched my heavy lids. I was unable to swallow my throat or even feel the lower part of my body as I looked around and saw that everything was in clear view. Now that everything was lit up, it was easy to see the expensive stuff. Even the balcony, which I had not noticed when I initially came in, was now in view.
“I fell asleep last night,” I mumbled to myself and felt the lump and dryness in my throat.
As I wandered my eyes, my attention was drawn to the topless man who was standing at the center of the balcony. He was merely sporting a plain pair of slacks, making it impossible for anyone to assume that he was endowed with great strength. He only needed to glance at someone to make them fall to their knees.
Everything that transpired between the two of us last night was crystal clear. Even the slightest nuances of his motions, grips, and kisses stuck in my memory.
He was holding the railing and smoking a cigarette with his back to me, so I moved my attention back to his sideways face. There was no denying that every aspect of his body and face was admirable. His knife-like nose, narrow jaw, long, shoulder-length hair pulled back in a ponytail, and even his red lips, which didn't require any makeup to enhance its qualities.
He could be referred to as the Moon Goddess' offspring because he was not your average Alpha.
When his phone rang in his pocket, I stopped thinking, gazed at him, and my expression was replaced with a frown. Despite having keen hearing, I was unable to overhear what he was saying because the glass wall was closed. Maybe everything that was used to build this mansion was soundproof.
He was staring off into the distance when I tried to listen. He placed the cellphone in his other hand's ear and put the other hand in his pocket. I gasped as I watched him smile and display his deep dimple.
"Whom is he talking to?" I had to ask myself that. He constantly appeared at parties, but I had never seen him laugh or smile like this. He always talked with an authoritative tone; if not, he had his remarkable poker face and expression on his face.
If I recall properly, it was also once said in every pack that the strongest Alpha was incapable of smiling. When I first heard his name, my curiosity was piqued. I also assumed he would be my biggest adversary, so I didn't know how the table turned and that I was now stranded in his arms.
I quickly got back into my position and pretended to be still asleep when I sensed that he was about to turn his head toward me. When I heard the sliding door slide, the count of each step he took, and the sound of every ruffle he produced nearly took my breath away.
"Okay, I'll visit there tonight. Hold out for me.”
That was the last thing I heard from him the moment the door finally shut. I initially tightly closed my eyes, and only after I was certain that everything was calm did I open them, catching my breath.
"Shit! What's the matter with me?” I sat as I messed up my hair. “And what is there to bother if he discovers that I overheard him speaking to someone else?” I stood up and exhaled an angry sigh. “It's not exactly a crime to watch him smiling, right?”
As I pondered and let my frustration out, the last word he said suddenly came into my mind. ‘Meeting someone? Is he going to meet someone later?’
An odd irritability enveloped in my heart. Not that it's any of my concern, either.
I shook my head and gathered my dispersed clothing. I would train myself today and coerce my wolf to emerge. Strangely, I did not feel her last night.
I prepared myself, opened the door, and was about to go to the other chamber to accompany Morgan when I was startled to see two rows of Omega servants standing in front of me with their heads lowered. There was an elderly woman in the middle of the two rows at the far end. Her glasses were down to her nose and she was holding a walk stick.
She stared coldly and snarled at me, "So, you're the King's favorite."
‘King’s favorite? What does that mean?’ I thought and with confused eyes, I peered at her and spoke, “Favorite?”
Instead of responding to me, the elderly turned around and gave the servants orders, “Wash and dress her nicely. Before nightfall, make her pleasant in the Alpha's eyes.”
When the servant seized me by both arms and carried me to an unknown destination was when I realized that I was the one she wanted to dress beautifully. At first, I thought she was referring to someone else.
"What in the name of Goddess are you doing? Give me a break!” I screamed and attempted to fight them, but perhaps because I was exhausted from last night, I lacked the strength to do so.
“Miss Veronica, remain calm. This is what the Gamma's Order and we need to command." While the others nodded in agreement in a servant's voice, I calmed down out of concern for their safety.
After a minute of walking, we entered the expanded bathroom. Almost everything I could see as we walked through a luxurious bathroom was shimmering. ‘Just how wealthy is Alpha Jaxon?’
“Miss Veronica, your clothes, please.” My clothes were about to be removed by a servant, but I hastily covered my body and backed away.
“I can wash myself, I’m not a child. Wait patiently outside for me.” I observed each of them individually and noticed the uncertainty in their eyes, which caused me to sigh. "Don't worry, I will bear the wrath of Gamma."
"But—"
"No buts." I didn't wait to hear what they had to say; I just shut the door.
The cool water touched my body as I laid in the bathtub and a wave of recollections rushed back into my mind. The tingling in my chest baffled me. To avoid becoming pregnant once more, I must drink contraceptives because last night, he invaded my body so strongly and I worry that I wouldn't be able to stand up if what happened in the past occurred again.
The past where:
My pack disowned me...
From the time when the blanket was the only thing I could hold...
From the day Morgan was born...
And now that I was in the packhouse of the Alpha my pack detest the most.
I was so deep in thought that I didn't realize my eyelids were slowly falling.
Not until my sleepiness suddenly pulled me— a huge smash and a loud shriek from outside nearly tore my soul from me.
"Damn it, Veronica! Open the fucking door!"