Chapter 5 Birthday

Valerie

The peculiar mark on my lower belly, for what I had been told, was a birth mark. It had been there since I was born, as my mom said so. But it’s very odd to have such a birth mark which was shaped as a solid cross. I had once observed it careful through mirror and I was surprised to find that the two intersecting lines were exactly at the same length.

I raised my doubts to mom but she told me that might be God’s bless because I was an angel to them.

Well, they never believed in God.

The truth was that I couldn’t remember if it had always been there since my birth. Literally, I didn’t have any memories before the age of 5. That used to confuse me a lot. When my friends were chatting about some funny stupid mischiefs they did in kindergartens, I would be the one who lost speech.

They always consoled me. They said it was normal, that I might have a slight childhood amnesia but that’s not big deal.

I didn’t consider it as a major problem until something weird happened around my 8 years old. I had a fight with Mathilda for arguing on the topic - who was mom and dad’s favorite girl. Both of us put forward as many examples as we could to back up our claims.

Mathilda didn’t have a glib tongue so she was irritated by my confident articulation. Out of fury, she blurted out, “You were not even here when mom and dad brought me to Disneyland!” and then she added with a proud face, “the best celebration for my 8th birthday!”

I didn’t give much attention to her words and we just continued on the quarrel then. But soon I realized there was something deeply wrong with it. Mathilda was only 3 years older than me so it was absolutely impossible that I wasn’t present when she turned 8.

I asked Mathilda about this but she just avoided my question and quickly switched the topic. Yet I knew instinctively that it wasn’t a slip of her tongue.

Those incidents, as they were not intended, had a propensity to indicate that my family was hiding something from me. I planed to investigate it myself and clarify the confusions when I was old enough to handle the truth.

But I would never have a chance now.

When the master asked about the origin of this mark, I was reminded of what mom and Mathilda said to me. From his stare, I could tell that there must be something he concerned about it.

“Birth mark.” I replied frankly.

The master raised his eyebrow and pursed his lips, as he was judging the validity of my answer.

This was awkward for me to be stared like that.

I tightened my hips trying to ease the feeling between legs.

The radical reactions of my body to his gaze and touch bewildered me. My heart was racing in a speed that I had never ever experienced. As I did my utmost to steady breaths, I was afraid of not being able to hold back the whimper. One more his finger on my skin or any longer staring at that shameful area of my body, I would lose the control.

I didn’t understand what’s wrong with me.

I had scorned the touch and the view he gave me a moment ago. And all of a sudden, I just couldn’t help feeling it.

I was ashamed.

My only knowledge about sex was from some precocious slaves. They said that if women were sexually aroused, there would be a lubricating fluid produced between their legs, which means, a wetness. But neither of us had experienced it before. It was such an oddity that we were never trained properly to be sex slaves, or perhaps they just enjoyed us being uneducated.

The master’s inspection of my body wasn’t carried on any further as he stood up and took a few steps back to stand in distance.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Valerie.” I replied, “Valerie Davis.”

“Valerie.” My name rolled off his tongue as he pronounced it with a sexy voice.

I wasn’t good at reading people’s face. So the moment I saw an ambiguous smile lingering on his lip corner, I didn’t know what that meant. He, the Alpha, seemed to have a labile mood which was hard for me to catch up with.

“It’s your 18th birthday?” He asked.

“Ye…” I bit my lower lip, “Actually, tomorrow. We just had a tradition of celebrating it the night before.”

“We?”

“My fam—”

I stopped abruptly before finishing the sentence. I had decided long ago not to mention anything about my family. I didn’t want to show my wounds in exchange for some pity stares, especially from a werewolf.

The master frowned at my reservation though he seemed to have no interest in getting to the bottom.

“What would you do for the celebration?” He asked.

Blinking my eyes in disbelief, I wondered if I heard him wrong. Why would he want to know that?

As if being amused by my reaction, he chuckled lightly.

“Birthday cake? Gifts? Party?” He brought up some examples, “Things like this?”

I nodded perplexedly.

“You didn’t talk much, did you?” He teased.

I did not quite know what to reply.

It was very odd for us to have a light-hearted talk on an occasion like this. Since I was his newly bought sex slave waiting to be ravished tentatively in nakedness, I suspected if it was some warm-up games which start with bantering.

After all, I didn’t want any stupid blunders caused by my ignorance.

So I stayed silent for a few seconds before plucking up courage to ask, “What can I do for you, master?”

Perhaps my question fell completely out of his expectation, he was stunned. He looked at me with a smirk, “what do you think you could offer, Valerie.”

It’s again my turn to be speechless.

The master stepped back to sit on the bed, crossed his legs casually and watched me in a composed manner.

“I…I don’t know.” I swallowed as I clutched my hands together tightly, feeling agitated.

“Come closer.”

I staggered slowly to conform to his command. The space between us was narrowed with each step I moved.

When our knees nearly touched, he posed a stop.

“You had a beautiful body, Valerie.” He said in a gentle whisper, as if the conversion between us was going to be a veiled secret.

“T…thank you…m…master.” I stammered.

“It’s sensitive…” He added teasingly.

My face started burning as the residual wetness between my thighs evoked a shameful feeling of my arousal just a moment ago.

“But you are too thin and fragile now.” He brushed the foundation off my wrists gently.

I was enchanted by his emerald eyes filled with tenderness.

“So I need to wait.” He smirked, holding my arms and leading me to sit beside him.

Then he placed a kiss on my forehand like what parents do to their child and rose from the bed.

“The maids will come to you with clothes and other necessities. She will enlighten you what to do.” He explained.

I was bemused by the sudden change and before I could possibly apprehended the situation, he had grabbed the damaged suit in his hand and bid me farewell.

“Good night Valerie.” He said while walking to the door.

As if something suddenly occurred to him, he turned around before leaving.

He leant against the door frame and smiled brightly to me.

“Happy birthday.”