Chapter 11
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Where was he? She didn't know why but there was something in herself that was missing his face, his irritating smirk. She shook away the thoughts in disbelief. How come she felt this way about him?
She sat up and rubbed the sleep off her eyes. The sunlight brightened the gloomy room. She saw the bedroom doors on the floor, lying asleep and broken. It was exactly how she felt last night. The doors to the bathroom were on the floor as well, fallen and defeated.
This pretty much looked like a mess.
It wouldn't take a genius to `know they had a fight. Not the first one, might she add. He really needed some serious anger management. She exhaled a sigh in defeat. Standing up, she went to the bathroom and took a bath.
She felt like she was taking advantage of the situation. This was his room and he practically left because of her. Where the hell was he? Perhaps it wouldn't be bad to admit to herself that she was, in fact, worried about him.
After showering, she went back to the room and took one
clean dark shirt from his closet. It reached mid thigh. She wore it on and put on one of his boxers. As soon as she was done, she heard footsteps behind her.
In quick reflexes, she turned, anticipating to see him and at least know that he was alright. Hopefully.
"Good morning, Luna," Jenny greeted with a happy smile. Her joy looked almost contagious but then she remembered him and her mood changed the other way around.
Where was he? She badly wanted to ask.
"Hi," Anastasia replied without emotion. Jenny began talking and it turned out it was time for breakfast and she came here to escort her to the kitchen. Once they got there, she sat down on a stool and watched as maids walked around. The one cooking breakfast looked older. She smelled the delicious scent of ham and instantly, she was hungry.
The old maid turned around and looked at her with a smile. Everybody seemed to be in a happy mood. Although, she still noticed some who refused to look her in the eye. She didn't know if they were shy or they were just afraid of her.
"Your breakfast, Luna," the old maid spoke as she placed a plate of ham and cheese burger in front of her.
Anastasia's mouth watered. "Thank you," she responded eagerly. With a nod, the maid left.
Anastasia ate her food in silence as she wondered where her captor was. A girl with a blonde hair bun placed a glass of juice in front of her. She smiled but didn't look at her, keeping her head lowered, as she walked away. She frowned in confusion.
After finishing her food, she saw the old maid still cooking food in the kitchen. She was all alone. Anastasia decided to walk over to her.
"What is it, dear?" the old maid asked, looking at her.
"Um, it's just that I see you're alone and I, uh, thought I can help you if you need a hand."
Her face brightened. "I'm cooking for lunch. Do you know how to make dessert?"
Anastasia nodded her head enthusiastically.
"Very well then."
The old maid explained what to do. Turned out they were going to bake a cake which she knew how. Soon, they were in the middle of their work, talking and laughing. She was a funny lady.
Anastasia learned her name — Amanda. She had two sons, specifically twins, who serve the Alpha. Their names were Jackson and Jacob. her husband, however, died during a war between two clans.
"That's awful," Anastasia said, feeling sorry for Amanda.
"Yes, it was," Amanda murmured sadly. "But I'm proud of him. He fought for our family. He fought for justice."
Deep.
"I hope it hadn't resulted in war and even death," Anastasia didn't even want to think how hard it had been for her father when he lost her mother. She wished things had been different.
"We didn't have a choice."
But everyone always had a choice, Anastasia wanted to say. Instead, she shut up. She wanted to ask what happened that day but something told her it had something to do with the Alpha. He was the one who wouldn't give her a choice.
He was arrogant and cruel. Perhaps this had affected Amanda's life in some way. They were quiet for awhile. She moved around to put the freshly baked cake on the fridge and sit on a stool, watching as Amanda cooked. She had dark hair but some strands hinted the color of white hair. Had she grown older serving the Alpha?
"Do you think the Alpha's a good man, Amanda?" Anastasia found herself asking. She saw Amanda smiling and she wondered why.
"Yes, Luna. We owe him our lives."
Why did it seem like everyone owed him? Lives are precious and if offered to someone, these are debts forever leff unpaid.
"What do you mean?"
"It's complicated," Amanda sighed.
Anastasia looked away, feeling left in the dark. Jenny once told her there are secrets forbidden to be revealed, that those who reveal them were punished.
Still, her curiosity always got the best of her. She wanted to know the mysteries of this mansion. She wanted to figure him out, to know more about him. What was he hiding from her?
She fidgeted with her hands and looked up at Amanda. "Do you know where he is?" she asked.
She remembered Jenny telling her not to ask these kinds of questions but she couldn't help it. She wanted to know where he was. And perhaps to see him too.
"Oh, he's training," Amanda responded. "Lunch is almost ready. Would you like to call him?"
"Um." She thought about it but she realized I didn't know exactly where he was. The gym, maybe? "But I don't know where—"
"Ground floor."
Anastasia bit her lip and reluctantly nodded her head. She walked out of the kitchen and unconsciously fixed her hair. She took the stairs down to the ground floor and walked around. A few men walked to her and bowed down their heads as if in greeting.
"Luna," they said, acknowledging her presence. It made her feel like an important person. But, was she?
"Hi, um, do you know where the Alpha is?"
They pointed to the end of the hall. "He's been very eager lately," one with black hair and pale skin answered. They were smiling at her.
"He took us all down in one fight," the other one with blond hair boasted with pride.
Something stirred inside her. She had the nagging feeling that this was my fault.
"Oh," was her response since she really didn't know what else to say.
She thanked them and they insisted to lead her the way so she let them. It seemed they didn't take no for an answer as well. Although, she had to admit they were quite fun to talk with.
They all had the same physique. Built and strong. They entered a room and she saw men training. This was practically what she'd call the gym. My eyes wandered around the room until she saw him.
Her knees instantly weakened and she almost fell on the floor. In the middle of the room, he's lifting heavy weights.
Gosh, he was shirtless!
She watched as his muscles bulged in each movement of his strong arms.
His face held no expression at all as if he barely felt any pain and effort. Beads of sweat slowly ran down his skin. Anastasia gulped down the lump in her throat as she stare at him, feeling heat warming her panties.
Oh, wait. She wasn't wearing any panties.
Facepalm.
As if feeling the intensity of her stare, his eyes darted towards her from across the room. His gaze bore into hers. She suddenly felt her heart racing. He looked angry. Really angry. What did she do?
He suddenly dropped the heavy weights he's lifting. The fall made a large sound of punch into the ground and she gasped.
"Get out," he barked to the whole room and everyone quickly scampered out of the room. She almost got crushed from the stampede. Turning to leave, she stepped back.
"Not you," he growled.
Anastasia stopped immediately and turned to look at him. She heard the loud shut of the doors, leaving the loud sound of silence, reminding her that they're alone.
