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Five

CARLA’S POV.

Different thoughts reeled through my mind as we walked up the stairs and headed for his room. We didn’t say a word throughout the whole work and even though I was tempted to ask him to please tell me what Master wanted but I resisted the urge to because I knew that never would he spill anything and betray the Alpha. Soon we stepped in front of his door and I waited till he knocked on the door himself.

“ Who is that?.” Alpha Dawson yelled from inside.

“ It is I, Master and I have her here with me.” He informed.

“ Come in!.” He called out and the guard twisted the knob and pushed the door open to reveal the big bedroom. It was painted in White and Black. It looked beautiful.

My eyes met his and I immediately bowed my head.

“ Good day Master.” I greeted.

“ Hi, Carla.” He responded then lifted his eyes up a little to rest his eyes on the guard behind me. “ Leave us.” He ordered.

I heard the door close behind me.

“ You can look up now.” He said and I lifted my head but I don’t look his way.

“ Take a seat.” He said and pointed to the empty sofa.

A seat?.

I thought as I wondered where all these was heading to. I knew taking a seat would mean getting too comfortable with him and I wasn’t ready to do that.

Or was this about the last time? The fight he had with his friends. Was he going to scold me even though he had asked me to stay back on purpose? Was he going to punish me over something he had planned?.

I wondered, my heart beat increasing rapidly.

“ I’m afraid I would prefer to stand, Master.” I replied, trying to sound as polite as I could.

“ Why?.” He asked and walker closer to me, trying to close up the gap between us.

“ I’m afraid a servant doesn’t have that kind of privilege.” I responded.

He chuckled dryly.

“ And I am the Alpha. I am the King, Olivia. Why do you despise me so much?.” He asked and I immediately lock eyes with him.

“ I don’t hate you.” I responded calmly, wondering why he would think that I hated him.

Yes!. I did hate him but why would he care that I did?.

“ You do. You prove that to me every single time you see me. You have this look in you…..” He paused and pointed his right finger to my face. “ Yes, that look.” He added.

I scoffed.

“ What look? Huh!.” I snapped. “ Am I supposed to like you just like they do or throw myself at you like Joyce.” I snapped, eyeing him spitefully.

I had the crazy urge to throw up on him so he would look like the vomit that he really is.

“ Oh! That’s it right?.” He asked and ran his fingers through his hair. “ That’s why you hate me. It’s because I am with her right. It’s because of…..” He paused and sucked in a breathe. “ If it’s because of what you saw the other day then you got it all wrong. I don’t love her. I feel nothing for her. It’s you I….” He paused again and exhaled in an O.

I burst out laughing.

“ Why would you think that I care about what you choose to do or not. I do not give a damn about your choices, Master. I have no say in that.” I scorned, my upper lip arched to send him the hateful glare.

I was however pissed that he had lied to her. Maybe Joyce had her own flaws but I doubted that anyone deserved that. That anyone deserved being lied to, deceived and used.

But was I going to tell her?.

Hell no!.

Because this looked nothing like it was my business.

But why did he call me here? Was it to talk to me about what I had seen or not seen?.

I wondered.

“ If…if you called me here because of what I had seen the last time then I would gladly inform you that no one would hear of it from me. Your secret is safe with me, Master.” I assured. I wasn’t the chatty type nor was I the type to make friends and converse and leak secrets of all the living ones in the mansion. I knew of Wolves who did that both male and female and it really disgust me.

“ Call me, Dawson.” He said, his eyes sober then added. “ Please.”

“ I can’t, Master. It’s against the rules of the palace.” I responded politely.

Why would I try to break that?.

Besides calling him that would make him think that we were friends. Something we are not. We were far from friends and more like enemies.

He laughed dryly.

“ Why do you hate me so much then? What did I do wrong? Tell me. I want to know why you despise me so much.” He said.

I shook my head.

“ I do not despise you, Master. I just don’t like you.” I replied politely. I knew he needed to know, know that the sight of him made me want to puke and sleep in my own vomit.

“ What can I do to make you like me then?.” He asked and my eyes widened in shock.

“ I?.” I questioned.

Why would I want to like him? Why would he care about that? Why was he bothered about what I thought?.

“ Yes, Olivia. I want you to like me.” He responded and I scoffed softly.

“ Tsk!.” I tut. “ Why would I want to like yo?.” I asked. I needed an answer.

Or was I his next pry? Was this the same thing he had told Joyce? Or those before her?.

I had grown up hearing takes of him changing females like he did with his clothes. Some went far enough to say that he did same with them. Ladies coming out to admit to that as though it was a thing of pride.

One thing I never understood was why they were so comfortable with being a play thing. His play thing.

He stared at me for a while before responding.

“ Because I like you.” He said.

I found myself laughing so hard. So hard that I held onto my stomach and wanted roll on the floor to pass my information across to him. The fact that I had hated him and would never like him.

Never.

“ Was that funny?.” He asked, his hurt evident in the way he spoke.

Did he mean it then? If yes, how many girls has he said that to just to get into their pants?.

I wondered.

“ Tell me, Olivia. What can I do to make you love me? Anything at all, I am willing to do.” He confessed, his voice soft. He was nothing like the Alpha I had grown up knowing. He looked nothing like the cruel heartless Alpha I had known.

But no thing that never changed was the fact that he used to be a playboy and always is.

“ I don’t like you and I would appreciate if you understand that and let me be.” I said, my voice calm, too calm for a she-wolf standing alone in a room with a playboy.

He stretched his right hand forth to run his finger over my cheek.

“ I love you, Olivia. I really do.” He confessed and for a moment I almost believed.

“ How many Omegas have you told that? Or you don’t fuck only Omegas?.” I asked with an evil grin on my face, the minute I see the expression on his face.

“ It’s not what you think. With Joyce, it’s just a fling. But with you, it’s real.” He confessed and dropped his hand to pick up mine.

I pulled my left hand backward.

The bell rang loud again and a soft knock landed on his door.

“ Who is that?.” He screamed angrily.

“ It’s I, Master. The people are ready to have you.” The voice outside the door replied.

“ Leave and tell them that I will be there soon.” He ordered and turned to look at it.

“ You should go.” I said. I wasn’t ready to continue with this conversation, this talk.

“ Go with me.” He responded.

I take another glance at him, hating the face of the Wolf that stood in front of me.

“ And why would I do that?.” I questioned.

“ Today is my Inauguration day. Give me a chance to show you how much I care about you. Let me proof to you that I do not love any of them as much as I love you. Let me proof my love to you….please.” He pleaded.

I chuckled softly, unable to believe all what he had said.

“ And how do you intend to do that?.” I asked, curious to know.

“ Be my Luna, Oliver. Be mine and I will treat you like a Queen that you are.” He responded.

I took some steps back to distance myself from him.

“ I will never do that. Not in this life. Not in the next. You had better…” I was saying when he stormed forward and claimed my lips in a kiss, pinning me to him with his left hand on my waist. I tried to hit him in the chest with my left hand and he grabbed it midway.

His kiss fierce and intense even though I pinned my lips together to not let him in.

Finally I raised my right leg up and hit him on the balls.

He staggered backwards in pains.

Angry and pissed, I wiped my lips clean of his saliva with the back of my palms.

I stared angrily at him as his eyes met mine.

“ Read my lips, Dawson Princeton. I will never never love you. Not in this life or the next.” With this I stormed out of the room.

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