The Lycan King's Luna

Chaper 5:

Elle's pov

I was so embarrassed by my attraction to the king, I wished that the ground would open up and swallow me. But nothing happened.

I didn't raise my head up again until they left the ground floor.

And everyone began talking at once , I knew everyone must have smelt my arousal and my colleagues must be either as embarrassed at my reaction, disgusted or livid and shocked by it.

I was still standing there in a daze of self loathing, when their condemning words began to register in my mind.

"Goddess be damned !! Elle you are such a dirty w***e.

I can't believe you did that."

"Do you have no respect for yourself or the king?"

"I have heard a lot of rumors and talk about you being a slut and a pretender. But I always had a hard time believing them because I work with you everyday and I have never seen you do anything of the sort till today."

"You're such a professional w***e Elle, trying to snag the most eligible unmated male you set you eyes on !!"

Phoebe accused in a scandalized tone.

" Such a low level Scheming w***e, did you think the king was going to give you the time of day? Those men are too powerful and busy for an unmated she wolf like you."

A tall Lycan said as she brushed past me, purposely pushing me aside with her elbow as she walked past.

I stumbled backwards and ran into the sanctuary of my office.

Dear goddess, how was I going to face them from now on, they didn't respect me before, but at least they listened to my instructions.

But now how will I get them to even look at me.

People have always called names like w***e, slut , skank, that wasn't new to me, but me behaving exactly like one was totally new to me.

They all continued snickering and laughing as they continued to call me the worst names they could find in their vocabulary.

Now I know why he was staring at me, he could tell that I was pinning for him like a professional w***e who had just seen her biggest pay day.

I hid in my office for the rest of the day as no one had errands for me because of the presence of the king.

I took off my glasses and gently massaged the ridge between my eyes .

No matter how many times people call me names and I pretend not to be offended or hurt by it. The truth is it hurts everytime.

But the name calling wasn't my biggest worry right now as It just occurred to me that my whoring performance could actually get me sacked.

‘Oh goddess I really could lose my job over this’. I thought as I began to panic over the possibility.

Nothing has gone right or in my favor, in the last twenty four hours.

By now everyone must have heard about how I got aroused in the presence of the company’s top executives and the king.

Gossips like this spread faster than wild fire at Brent inc.

"Goddess help me " I whispered to no one in particular

I checked my phone and groaned, it was eighteen minutes before the close of work.

I was dreading leaving the office, and began debating how long I should wait for before leaving the building, when the shrill sound of the phone ringing almost made me jump out of my skin.

“Elle Bordeaux’s office.” I said into the receiver.

"Miss Bordeaux, this is Hilda knight.

Please report to the twelfth floor, ten minutes after closing hours."

"Okayy, but what's thi .."

The line went dead.

"Oookayyy." Calm down Elle, I inwardly admonished myself.

The twelfth floor belongs to the king, his beta and gamma. So it was obvious I would be given a stern warning, suspension or my matching orders.

None of these were good options, I didn't want to be on that floor, but I needed to brace myself for what is to come.

Loosing my deadbeat job at Brent inc. Isn’t the end of the world, but was disappointing to a depressing point.

Would they even give me a referral, for another job? I asked myself and sighed.

A thought occurred to me that if I couldn't keep a shitty job like this, then how do I hope to keep a better one?.

A million thoughts and possibilities raced through my mind, as I waited watching the clock tick like a hawk.

When it was four minutes before the time i was given, I gathered myself together, picked up my bag and headed for the elevators.

I took slow steps to my doom and wondered if other people lost their jobs this fast over stuffs like disrespect of this magnitude.

They had no plans to wait, they wanted to sack me today.

I stared mindlessly at the numbers as they kept changing, four ,five, six, seven, eight.

The loud ding of the elevator dragged me out of my musings.

It was time to face my fate at Brent inc. I stepped out and hoped for the best, at Brent Inc people hardly gave me an opportunity to explain or express myself.

This would be no different.

I stopped in front of the executive assistant, who I had never seen before, her name tag said Hilda. She looked up from her computer screen, with a blank professional face and said “Come With me.”

Her expression made it hard for me to read her, I couldn't tell if they were angry with my reaction to the king or not.

She was pretty, with nice blonde hair, but looked to be in her early forties. She must be a really old Lycan, to look that way.

I followed her numbly through a set of doors and then another before the scenery changed, to one of understated elegance. The plush carpet made our movements silent as we walked.

Hilda stopped in front of an unmarked deep coffee brown door and knocked. It was the last of four in the wide passage, we had turned into.

After about a minute or less Hilda turned the door knob and opened the door, before nodding for me to go on in.

I gripped the handle of my bag tighter, and walked in.

I was instantly hit with the mouth watering scent of the king, making

my body shiver involuntarily.

Why did he have to smell so nice?

I wondered.

That intense feeling I had felt earlier on today when I saw him at the reception returned, making my legs feel a little heavy as I approached the huge desk.

The powerful aura of the king and his sharp strong scent almost overwhelmed me but I paused and stopped myself, gritting my teeth and digging my nails into my palms as I fought hard for control.

Every thought and fear of losing my job, of what people were saying or will say had disappeared from my mind.

My brain felt fuzzy as I stared at the back of the swivel chair that held the kings huge form.

" Your majesty," I stuttered out stopping a few feet away. I figured it was better to be closer to the door than the king, before I embarrass myself by getting aroused again.

The king turned to face me, his eyes instantly finding mine.

Two things happened, the feeling intensified to almost painful proportions, as my heart began pounding in my chest.

There were what looked like fresh claw marks marring the expensive looking desk. I found myself impossibly drawn to him and mentally dug in my feet to stop myself from moving, as I fought the sudden strong urge to go to him.

I noticed that his eyes were gradually turning dark.

Then He smirked, making him look impossibly sexier. Then I remembered my manners and bowed my head in respect, showing my submission.

But low growl he released made me look up at him again with a worried expression on my face.

The deadliest being in the whole of Brentwood is sitting a few feet away from me, the last thing I want to do is annoy or irritate him.

Sexy or not, attracted or not the last thing I wanted is my head on a platter.

“ I am sorry my king.” I said, apologizing for my disrespect.

But there was no response.

A small lump of fear, moved up from my belly to my chest before lodging itself in my throat.

"My Elle." he said, it was almost like he purred and I felt a little calm rush over my body.

His voice was slightly husky and velvety as it washed over me.

" I can sense that you are a werewolf, but I cant feel your wolf.

”Why do you not have a wolf, sweet Elle, He asked, his voice soft and low.

Hold on, I screeched In my head, why was he not mad at me and did he just call me sweet? I asked myself in horror as the irony of a lamb being led to the slaughter house crossed my mind.