Once A Princess, Now A Slave

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Kelsie's POV

My heart started pounding hard as if a giant is knocking on my chest.

"G-good day, Mrs. and Mr. Maccon..." I stuttered.

I heard from behind the sound of the chair's feet dragging against the tiled floor. I felt Connor's presence approaching. Without thinking clearly (or I think, he does think, he just doesn't care, so the right term is 'careless'. Let me rephrase my thought!) So being careless, Connor stands beside me. He snaked his arm around my waist and his hand rested on my stomach.

I want to shove his hands away but I do not want his parents to think that I'm rude, but I also do not want them to think that I and Connor are a thing-- although we have a thing. However, I lowkey do not want to officially announce it since I want to prove myself first. In addition, even though Connor's parents knew me since I was a kid (or probably even when I was still a baby), it won't look good that he kicked out my stepmother and sister but let me stay here and saw his hand wrapped around my body while I'm wearing this short shorts and crop tanked top.

"Mom, dad... what brings you here?" he asked. Even without looking at him, I can imagine him nodding at her mom and giving her dad a serious gaze as he asked them.

I want to elbow him. He just told me a while ago that his parents already gave him a heads-up that they will be visiting the alpha's house one of these days. Also, I do not think it is proper to ask your parents why they are visiting you, given the fact that they already told you about it.

"We told you that we will visit the house. Are we not welcome here, son?" Mr. Boris asked. If I did not see the playful smirk on his face, I would be sad to hear such an answer from him.

"I told you to live here with me but you refused it," he answered.

I and Mrs. Coral stayed silent and let the boys talk. I notice her glancing at me and her eyes landed on her son's arm resting on my stomach before darting her gaze back to her husband.

I mentally slapped my forehead. I just want to be eaten alive or disappear. Or if stan is real, I hope he'll c***k open the door and pull me down his flaming hot lair.

"We're fine on the exclusive homes."

My eyes slightly widen. I could not help myself but look at Connor.

I thought his parents are staying at their house? If my memory was right, I believe he once told me that his parents chose to stay in their house and doesn't want to transfer to the Alpha's house. But he never mentioned that his parents are now living in the exclusive home!

If what Mr. Maccon said was real, (which most probably it is), then they are staying near my parents! Or maybe they are under one roof? The house where my stepmother and sister are staying is huge. It is possible that Connor's parents decided to stay here. And knowing those two? They won't hesitate to take the chance and talk ill about me to them.

I want to glare at Connor but the good thing is I had some saved resistance on me today.

"Why not we eat first? I and Kelsie are just starting," he suggested.

My eyes widen. I aggressively look at Connor. I am pretty sure shock is evident on my face and I don't care if Mr. and Mrs. Maccon will notice it.

The image of my saggy pasta flashed in my mind.

What the hell is Connor thinking?!

"We already ate," Mr. Boris replied. I felt a sudden relief. However, it didn't take long before a tiny spring of joy was taken from me when he continued. "But we can have a little if you want. Do you want some?" he asked his wife.

'Oh, Lord...' I pleaded in my mind.

I know this isn't the first time that I failed in the wrong place and at the wrong time, and I can always bounce bank. But now, I do not think I can continue seeing Connor after his parents would know that I cooked an overcooked and failed meal to his son.

I do not know if I'm overreacting but this is a big deal to me!

I bite my lower lip, paraying to all the gods and goddesses for Mrs. Maccon to turn down the offer.

In most occassion, I will certainly be disappointed if she refused her husband's offer and my food. But for now, I would be happy.

I once again look at Connor with a pleading eyes even he is looking straight to his parents. I'm trying to give him a message since I do not know how to get into his head.

His lips pursed in an amusement smirk. Although no one noticed, I saw it. I glared at him. He knows I do not want his parents to eat my failed pasta but he still offered it to them. Ugh!

"You should taste Kelsie's pasta, mom. She cooked it," Connor said.

I awkwardly smile at Mrs. Maccon. She looked at me with a ghost of a smile on her face and her face lit up.

"Really? You know how to cook?" she asked. The amusement on her face made me feel embarrassed. I can already imagine how her smile will slowly fade after eating my cooked food.

"Uhmm, not really. It's a-actually my f-first time..." I tuck some hair strands blocking my view behind my ear.

It's not my first time but there are times we have to lie to save ourselves. I'm sure they won't judge me on that since it's my first time, right?

I do not know if it was just my imagination or I am too immersed on my thoughts that I've falsely saw Mrs. Maccon smiled.

"Alright then. Let us taste what you've prepared," she flashed a genuine smile. It was so genuine that it made me want to run out of here.

Words are stucked on my throat. I want to stop them but Connor already motioned them to sit on the table.

I was left with no choice but to follow them back on the dinning.

Mr. Maccon sit on the center chair while Mrs. Coral seated on his left and Connor on his right.

Connor helped me as I carefully drag my chair to sit. I am gradually luftung up the chair to not make a sound, but Connor carelessly drag it, making the chair creek as its feet made friction against the floor.

Mr. Boris was the first to scoop a spoonful of my pasta. I bite my lower lip as I nervously watch him. On the other hand, Connor just continued eating his food.

Mr. Boris handed his plate to his wife. Mrs. Coral gradually accepted it and uttered a soft 'thank you'.

My heart is knocking against my rib cage real hard. I feel like people sitting on this table can hear my heart beat.

"It's good..." Mrs. Maccon commented.

A wide smile appeared on my face. I could not help but to sigh in relief.

Mr. Maccon saw how I let out a relieving sigh. He chuckled.

"Calm down, Kelsie. We just want to eat," he winked.

Even the crinkles under his eyes are evident, it's still undeniable that he got the look. I feel

like I am looking at the future Connor.

"O-okay..." d*mn it! I don't even know why I'm still stuttering.

"So... how's your test?" Mrs. Maccon asked while swirling her fork to pick up the pasta and shove it into her mouth.

I smiled. "I am preparing for tomorrow's test, Mrs. Coral."

She nods. She then placed her fork on the right side of the plate. She rested both of her elbows on the table and clasp her fingers together and intently look at me.

"I don't mean to bring this up, but I'm just curious..." I pursed my lips together. I think I already know how this conversation will go. "I heard you failed the test. Is it true?" she asked.

I nod my head at her and slightly lowered down my head, deeply ashamed of it.

"Did you fight with Kristine again?" she asked.

I lift my head and look at her. Everyone in this pack knows that me and my sister don't get along. Although I am not sure to what extent and if they are aware that my stepmother disliked me too. I donkt worry that much about her since the feeling is mutual.

I nod my head to answer her question.

She sighed. "I hope you two would get along. I know you are not blood-related. You'll never know... Maybe in the future, you'll need each other."

I nod at her, accepting her sermon even though at the back of my mind, I disagree on what she was saying.

I do not think I will ever need my stepsister's help. I am used to being alone and do things on my own. No matter how hard things get? I believe I can do it.

We all started eating peacefully, including me.

So far, I don't hear any complaints about my food. They probably swallow their words along with the pasta that I cooked.

I am half done with my food when I saw Connor emptying his plate.

My brows furrowed.

'He's already done? He ate so little. Maybe he doesn't really like the food and he was just forced to eat it to not him make rude.

Unaware of my facial expression, I pouted.

Connor sensed that I am staring at him. He look back at me. His eyes dropped on my lips that is currently pouting.

I sensed a ghost of a smile on his face. is lips pouted and slightly twisted on the side.

"I don't want to spoil the fun but you're too cute not to say it to you..." my brows furrow on what he said. "We can hear your thoughts, Kelsie. I told you to kearn how to block them."

My jaw drop on what he said. If earlier, I want to just run out of here with my overcooked food, now, I want to die.

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Unedited. English is not my first language. My apologies for the grammar, sentence construction, and wrong spelling.

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Once A Princess, Now A Slave

By: Joanne Cristel

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