"But you are the ones who made me do it?" I reply in confusion, snatching my hands away from his as I am up my guard.
"Yes, we know and we are truly sorry. You see, that is why we are trying to make amends," Lancelot says.
Even Lancelot?!
"Really?"
"Yes," he answers.
Father smiles as he takes my hand in his again and kisses the back of my palm. "We were talking about it this morning and realized just how awful we have been to you, so we are going to make up for it."
"What?!"
"We are so, very sorry sister," Christopher says, "and to show just how honest we are, we would love to take you to lunch"
I freeze in my tracks, staring at the maid dress Lancelot had defiled by pouring toilet water on. I probably smell and I don't have a nice dress to wear either.
"Confused and unable to form words in my mouth, "I can't come, I look like a mess," I blurt out but they quickly laugh at my response.
Before I could blink, Lancelot and Christopher had grabbed onto each arm, leading me straight to my room.
"Don't worry," Lancelot says as he shoves me into my room, "just take a bath, put on your best dress and we will head to a boutique to get you new clothes right after breakfast."
The door was slowly closing and I had a lot of questions on my mind.
"Wait!" I yell as I run to stop the door from closing with my leg as a wedge.
"What?!" Lancelot roars, he already looks furious.
I flinched, my words suddenly forgotten, but I was certain about one thing, I wanted to be sure.
"Really? You're not throwing me out and just taking me to get new dresses?" I ask.
Christopher opens the door and walks inside, he gently pats my hair and smiles.
"Of course, it's our fault you look so pitiful, so let us at least do this for you."
Although, doubtful of their true intentions, I couldn't reject their kindness. It is the first time they have ever shown any care about me. They might get upset or angry that I refused their selfless act.
But unlike my fears, they did take me to the boutique and back.
"Father, I'm ho–"
An overwhelming wave of dominance weakens me immediately I step into the living room.
Red eyes that shine bright stare at me as if they were staring at prey. At the very least they were ten men in the living room.
'Father didn't tell me he was having a meeting.'
Quietly I avoid the guests and struggle to leave the living room like a mouse, that is until–
Oof!
My head crashed into something firm, something that felt like it was going to break me.
"I'm so sorry, did I hurt you?"
I look up, holding my head because it hurts when I suddenly meet his eyes and all I can say is "damn! I've never met a man as handsome as him in my entire life"
I'd like to ask, "Are you single," but I don't have the balls to say that.
Snap out of it Genevieve. I will myself mentally
"Oh and there she is," Father suddenly says from behind me, he walks towards me and introduces us, "This is my daughter, Genevieve."
"I know, we just met."
My! What a temper he has, he's not even allowing Father to speak, I mean, no one does that to Father after all he is an Alpha.
"Genevieve this is–"
"Save the introduction for later," he tells Father.
Again! This is the second time someone is talking to the Alpha without respect, it might come off as condescending and has to go down in a history book, but still, I'm certain he's no ordinary wolf.
He draws closer while I draw backward until I'm cornered by a wall. He is inching in till there's nothing but a tiny space between us.
He stares deeply at me with the piercing eyes of a predator and then, I see a very little grin on his face. It is so subtle that I could have missed it if we were not so close in proximity and his arched brow slightly raised. He is amused. But why?
"Please… can you move back a little?" I beg, struggling to not pass out.
He nods and moves away without a word, but it does not end there, he leaves the mansion completely, and all the men in the living room also join in.
My legs start to feel numb for a second, at once I grab hold of the side table to support myself from falling. My back– my back feels wet?
Was I sweating from my back?
What is going on?
"F–father," I call out, watching as the door closes behind them.
Father scurries over to my side with a wide smile on his face.
Why the hell is he smiling?
Why didn't anyone come to help me?
What is going on?
"Who was his father?"
"Haha! I knew you could do it," he yells, embracing me tightly, "he smiled, you made the Lycan king smile without saying a word, it is a sign that he has accepted you, after all, everyone knows that the Lycan King likes silent women best."
The–
Lycan–
King–
That Lycan King? Snow?
At this point, it feels like I've been hit hard with a hammer as I come to my senses.
"You were going to sell me after all," I cry.
"It is not selling you off when you are going to live a better life," Lancelot says with an unpleasant look on his face. "Besides, this is for the growth of the pack."
The pack! Yeah right, a pack that never once accepted me suddenly remembered they had a scapegoat they could use to get whatever it was that they were pining for.
"King Snow has never once smiled at a woman but he did at you, it is obvious he likes you," Father says.
Ha~ they're all crazy.
Is there no sensible person in this room?
"That man is cruel, lustful, and crazy, he would only turn me into a sex slave," I yell in my father's face.
It was the first time I had raised my voice at him, but I didn't feel satisfied. I wanted to rip him apart piece by piece if I could.
How dare they use me like a toy.