Chapter 6 Implicated

• "Why do you ask?"
• I avoided gazing at him as he continued firmly, "I was about to commend your courage when you asked that. The first time I spotted you, I knew you were the one."
• I strained for a few seconds, trying to make sense of what he was saying. By "I was the one," what did he mean? Was I bought by Magnus to be mated to his father?
• Even though I could feel his eyes still being on mine, I kept my cool and swallowed the knot in my throat so as not to offend him because I was just a bought product.
• "I knew you were the right one for the King." I felt a wave of peace come over me as he finally explained what he had said. With a huge breath of relief, I moved to meet his eyes and all dread melted away.
• "I appreciate, father." I said, bending my head, thinking it was impolite to continue staring at him in such manner.
• He patted my back, got up, and laughed gently, his voice cracking. It wasn't at all what I expected—I assumed he would introduce himself or be bossy. I was starting to believe he had assumed I had met him through Ava. I mean, I had no right to inquire, or else something might have happened to me.
• "Emily."
• I sensed the shift in his tone and responded almost instantly. This time, it felt more empty.
• He left the room and went inside what appeared to be more of an interior store. I narrowed my eyes to see whether he had gotten in, and if he was going to hurt me, I could definitely run for my life. Perhaps I could escape from the room and locate a hiding spot in the woods.
• However, he soon emerged from the store grinning a little. He saw me watching in the direction he was coming from and holding a tray full of food.
• The food nearly spilled onto the tray as he sagged into his seat, but I propped him up.
• "Thank you." With a quiet word, he turned to face the food on the tray in front of us and leaned back in the chair.
• It was a dish served hot in a skillet with freshly chopped herbs on top. A vibrant mixture of well cooked sautéed vegetables, including bell peppers, garlic, and mushrooms, were present in the skillet. It was served with a side of warm, freshly made bread that had been lightly honeyed.
• Beside it was an opulent Moon Cake adorned with gold leaf and sugar flowers. The cake had a little lavender flavor and was moist and tasty. I was able to relish it because it came with glittering macarons and velvety icing.
• He whispered quietly once again, his gaze flickering down to meet mine. "Come on, eat up."
• I graciously declined the offer, my heart thumping in my chest, saying, "No, father. I'm grateful."
• "Are you scared?" He enquired.
• Who wouldn't be? I hardly knew him at all. On our first encounter, how was he able to serve me this high-cost dish? Why had Ava not given me more information about his character? Was he a someone anyone could believe in?
• I clinched my teeth and said, "No," observing the pathetic look on his face, as if I had let him down by not eating.
• "I don't use food to murder people. See, I could have easily killed you if I had wanted to," he continued, gesturing to the left corner of the chamber where various armories with swords and other weapons were located.
• I let out three deep sighs and inched my way over to the tray. I had once heard my mother say that dragging a plate of food from its original location was impolite. Moving closer to it would be more considerate, particularly if it is being served by an honorable person or an elderly man. This dude was the perfect combination.
• His gaze followed every step I took as my hands softly made their way over to it. There wasn't much of an option, yet I felt awkward and hesitant. What would happen if he decided to stab me before I could escape the room?
• The door burst open as I picked up the plastic spoon, and we abruptly turned to face that direction. He almost panicked since it was so unexpected.
• Magnus was standing there, his face etched with angry expressions and his heart racing. I was having some lumps in my throat from not knowing how to tell him how I came to be here and began eating at his dad's place.
• "Papa, I had no idea you would act in this way. A low-cost whore? No, this is not taking place. Without saying anything, his father watched him and shook his head.
• Abruptly, he took hold of my hands forcibly, hauled me to my feet, took my shirt, and led me out of the room.
• "You need to stop doing this! It's unjust to the woman. Magnus, come on." Father spoke and nearly got up, but he stumbled back onto the chair due to weakness.
• "I'm hoping you don't lose your own life!" Better have a seat," he yelled, standing at the doorway. Then he said to me, "You should just shut the fuck up. Follow closely behind me. Three steps or less away. Do you understand?"
• As he left the room to go to his own room, I gave him a hard nod of the head. I was following him without realizing what was in store for me, and I could feel my heart hammering in my chest. He had commanded me to shut the fuck up, but I wanted to explain how it had all happened. He shouldn't behave aggressively in the middle of the pack, in my opinion. He could be disrespected or insulted by his wolves. Though I was still a new member of the pack, it was my assumption.
• But I would continue to assume as long as it allowed me to keep my cool.
• After a while, we went into his room. He closed the door as I moved inside.
• I was ready to explain and apologize when he kicked me on my legs, causing me to fall to the ground with a sharp groan.
• "I swear --"
• "Stop being such a hungry bastard. How were you able to get to his room?"
• "It was Ava that—" I said in response, but his comments echoed throughout the room as he roared angrily.
• "I said, shut the fuck up!!"
• I tried for a few seconds to remember whether there was something more horrible I had done to deserve this kind of anger from him, but then I remembered that wolves like me weren't supposed to be treated fairly in this world.
• As I met his stare, I longed to allow a single tear to flow down my chin, but instead my eyes became dry. The water prickling at the corner of my eyes seemed to have dried up due to the hatred in his stare.
• He was furious, but he remained silent. Now that he's stopped yelling at me, I realized that getting up would mean signing a death contract, so I stayed on the ground and wept quietly.
• Abruptly, he flung open the door and turned to leave. I let out a weak sigh as the door banged shut.
• I was thinking that I should get up now before he came back, but I was too weak to move one inch. His kick to my legs shattered every last fibre of energy I had.
• In the instant when I was still considering how to get out of the room, he returned with the food tray in his hands. The blazing stare had somewhat subsided, and I felt somewhat respected. Had he brought the food to me once more?
• I was really hungry even though I didn't meet the father for food. I didn't receive anything yesterday, and last night he gave me a really good fuck until someone yelled at him to stop.
• Instead of giving it to me as I had anticipated, he went to his desk and set it down. He came back to me shortly and helped me up gently. I took his warm hands in mine and stood up, trying not to smile in order to avoid upsetting him.
• Abruptly, he put his two palms on top of my shirt. He let out a low sigh, and then proceeded to tear it down to my knees, causing my ears to prickle. I wasn't expecting that from him at all.
• I was left staring at him with my eyes popping in my bra and underwear.
• "You would keep glaring at me rudely, right?" He inquired, and I sighed and said nothing.
• He took a much closer look at me and lifted my chin as if he wanted to kiss me. He pressed his nose to mine and sniffed me. With careful action, he unhooked my bra with his hands stroking through it.
• He took off the bra and threw it away, his gaze never leaving mine. He clasped and weighed my breasts with his hands, swallowing at their size.
• "How much does this weigh?" His voice was becoming uncontrollable as he asked.
• "I-I don't know."
• He took off his hands and gave me a slap across the chin even though I instantly clarified my stutter.
• "I told you never to speak!" His eyes gleamed with dread as he yelled back.
• "Never assume that I have a body obsession. After all, you are nothing to be proud of, slut." He walked around me and muttered something angrily. He surrounded me while I continued to hold my hands across my chin.
• "Are you going to beat me up?" He questioned, took a whiff of my smell, and went back to his desk.
• He sat there and motioned for me to turn around and face him.
• "The Alpha must now eat since he's starving. But get off those panties, I need an excuse to consume this meal," he continued, giving me an obscene look.
• I did it right away without hesitation. He swallowed and looked away from me almost instantly.
• "You will receive better favors from me the more skilled you are at dancing and the faster I eat. Let me see your moves as you wiggle that ass." He placed his order, eager to get started.
• "What?" Slowly, not understanding what he was saying, I inquired.
• "Have I spoken Portuguese? Dance, I said." He continued, and I started to move slowly since I had no idea how to dance.
• Feeling completely unmotivated, he returned the meal on the platter after bringing it to his lips and seeing my nervous moves.
• He got to his feet and came over to me after a few minutes, as he led me in the direction of the door.
• "You're too useless, slutty!"
• Still completely nude, he spat on me, kicked down the door, and shoved me out.