HIS UNWANTED LUNA

Mistake?

Nala.

The ride to the bloodhound pack was uneasily quiet and boring; despite feeling sleepy most of the time, I feared closing my eyes, so he wouldn't kill me in my sleep.

At some point in the journey, I became thirsty and hungry, especially since I had no breakfast at the house. But I couldn't say anything to him; I was too scared of him.

Well, I wasn't exactly scared; I just didn't know how to act around him. I was somewhat shy and also uncertain of what was going through his mind.

His strict manner gave nothing away, and honestly, I was already starting to feel like a prisoner.

I summoned the courage to look at him at some point since I had already been in the car for close to an hour or thereabout.

I slowly lifted my eyes to look at him, and even though he had his face on the road, I could tell that he was not bad in appearance.

If anything, he was good-looking with his well-trimmed side beads, which gave him that Viking look.

I couldn't see the color of his eyes, but I felt a lot better that he wasn't a monster with two heads or scars all over like I had imagined him to be.

“Why are you staring at me?” I heard him ask, his eyes fixated on the road.

“Nothing,” I answered, as I quickly took my eyes away from him.

“I hate lies,” he said, suddenly stopping the car in the middle of nowhere.

“Tell me, do you like what you see?” He questioned in a demanding voice while turning his face to look at me with a faint devilish smirk hanging on his lips.

As soon as his eyes reached out to mine, I could feel my heart beating faster and my stomach rumbling with understandable excitement.

God, he was such a beautiful man.

His green eyes were so alluring that you could almost forget time and space just by staring at them.

His perfectly canvassed, well-chiseled face gave him that Greek god-like feel. It took me a lot not to touch his face out of pure curiosity and admiration.

Honestly, he didn't even match the description of all the bad things I have heard about, which makes me wonder if he was even capable of such evil.

“Answer me,” he ordered.

I gulped hard on my saliva as I thought of the best way to answer him. Even though a little part of me was whispering to me that he was not going to hurt me for some strange unknown reason, I knew I still needed to be careful with my words.

“I am uncertain if I like men with beards,” I said, clearing the invisible lump that had suddenly appeared in my throat.

My answer seems to have taken him back a little, as he watched me for a moment as if trying to tell whether I was lying or not.

“And why is that?” He asked, unable to hide his bewilderment.

“I am not certain, but I think it makes them look too serious,” I answered in an unsure voice while taking my eyes down to look at my hands that were resting on my thighs.

“Really? So, you don't like serious men? Would you rather be with a joker like your father?” He asked in an irritating, taunting voice.

His mentioning of my father turned me off from having any other form of communication with him, as I entirely ignored him and turned my eyes toward the window.

“Look at me when I am speaking with you,” he said in an ordering voice, and my eyes obeyed his command even before my brain could process his words.

His gaze lingered on mine for some seconds, and I could almost tell he was searching for something; what it was, I couldn't tell.

But I could feel my heart beating fast, and despite the air conditioning in the car being turned on, it was beginning to feel warm in there.

After some time, he exhaled lightly before turning on the ignition of his car and quietly started to drive.

I slowly let out a deep breath as I relaxed further into his car seat. I couldn't help but wonder why I was feeling the way I was for him.

It almost felt as if I liked him, which is preposterous because we were so world apart.

He was like that Hollywood superstar who could get anything he wanted with just a snap of his fingers.

On the other hand, I was a nobody. A fat girl who was bullied, rejected, and sold by my family.

The sad thoughts going through my mind made my eyes water all over again, but I was quick to tell myself that I was not going to break down. At least not right in front of him.

Realizing that it didn't matter whether I slept or not; if he wanted to kill me, he would kill me, I decided to close my eyes and sleep throughout the rest of the journey.

****

“Hello, miss, please wake up,” I heard a friendly but firm she-wolf say to me.

I opened my eyes to see that I was alone in the car and had been awoken by a middle-aged woman with a friendly smile.

I couldn't tell exactly how long I had spent sleeping in the car, but I could tell it was a long time, as it was already afternoon when I opened my eyes.

“Alpha Tyron has asked me to take you to your room,” she said politely.

“Good afternoon, ma'am,” I said as I got off the car.

“Good afternoon, miss. Please follow me this way,” she said, moving smartly ahead of me.

My eyes took in the view before me, and honestly, it was nothing short of a castle.

It was the most beautiful house I had ever seen; not even our pack house was close to this piece of artwork before me.

The house itself was a four-story building, with smaller buildings scattered around the compound, which was super large, by the way.

There were lots of beautiful, luxurious cars in the compound. There was a massive waterfall at one end of the compound that connected to a swimming pool, beautiful, well-trimmed flowers in a unique maze garden, and some nice, eye-catching artworks of Vikings and warriors.

The scenery was so bright and lively that It was almost impossible to imagine that he lived here.

I almost tripped at one point because I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, but luckily, I did not fall flat on my face.

When the door opened, and I was ushered in, it felt as if I had entered some unrealistic multiverse.

The sitting room was all covered in white paint, and the furniture was mostly black with a little touch of gold to it.

There was a wall screen that immediately gave you the feeling of being in a movie theater.

It was such a lovely sight.

The woman leads me through the first floor, the second floor, and finally the third floor.

There were only a few rooms on this floor, compared to others that had numerous rooms.

I couldn't help but wonder if he lived in one of the rooms.

“We have prepared a room for you here on the third floor as instructed by the alpha. But, If it doesn't fit your taste, you can tell me and I will have it changed immediately,” she said, before opening one of the doors to a huge, beautiful bedroom.

It was so massive that I was so sure my father, mother, and even Kylie's rooms would fit into it perfectly.

The room was painted and furnished in peach, off-white, and gold. It had a nicely placed canopy bed at the far end of the room, which had lots of nicely placed pillows on it.

There was a huge wardrobe at one end, an artistically well-made mirror, a dressing table, and everything else that makes a room feel royally made for a princess.

“Are you satisfied with the room, miss?” asked the woman.

At that moment, I wasn't even sure how to respond to her, as I was almost tempted to tell her that there may have been some sort of mistake. That the room she had taken me to, was too expensive and sophisticated for someone like me.

Not even my sister or mother had a room as glamorous as this. And honestly seeing all these

“Yes, ma'am, thank you so much,” I heard myself say to her while silently gulping my saliva to keep myself from saying anything else.

“Oh, please call me Sarah; everyone calls me that,” she said politely.

“Thank you,” I answered, deliberately avoiding calling her by her name.

“I have asked the chef to prepare something for you, and the royal stylist will be here any moment to take your measurement. Please, if you need anything, don't fail to ring the bell aside your bed, and either I or one of the other maids will come attend to you,” she said.

“Thank you,” I replied.

“Please excuse me; I will be back shortly,” she said before walking out of the room.

As soon as she left, I had the opportunity to walk around the room and admire everything in there.

There was a lot to take in; I wouldn't have known that there were bells to call the maids other than shouting out their names like I was used to in my father's house.

Everything in the room screamed expensive and classy, two words I was so not familiar with.

I have heard in the past how wealthy Alpha Tyron was, I would never have imagined he was this rich. Now I can understand why he was willing to let go of such a huge sum of money.

He did not need the money, which made me wonder why he had brought me here.

While I was still walking around and checking out the room, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, and honestly, I looked unsuitable for such scenery.

Seeing myself in the mirror made me acknowledge that there was no way he would have asked them to prepare something as splendid as this for me.

Perhaps he did all this because he thought that he was coming back with my sister, Kylie. The thought immediately soured my mood, as I found myself no longer excited to be there.

What if Sarah had made a mistake in bringing me to this room instead of taking me elsewhere?

I quietly walked over to the white fluffy sofa to sit on the edge while quietly waiting for Sarah to come back and tell me it was a mistake.