Chapter 5 Five

• CHAPTER
• FIVE
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• The ride to wherever he is taking me
• is long, or maybe the fact that I am scared makes it look like hours. I do not
• even move, because I do not want to make him get mad at me. The car suddenly
• pulls to a stop, and I remain still, unsure of what to do. I know he is my
• mate, but since he has not said anything yet, I don’t want to push it. If he
• doesn’t want me, he would have by now, rejected me.
• “Get down,” he says, and I clumsily
• alight from the vehicle, and I follow him. As we walk into the mansion,
• everyone bows as a sign of respect. I am not surprised, as he is Don Richardo
• after all, feared by all for his power.
• “Claire,” he calls, and a young girl,
• most likely my age, comes running and bows her head. “Yes, Master” He points at
• me. “Make her look presentable as my mate”, he says, and leaves, without giving
• me as much as a passing glance. I don’t mind, as long as he doesn’t reject me.
• I am fine with whatever treatment I get. Claire takes me to a magnificent room,
• and I look at it in awe.
• “I am Claire, and you are?” she says,
• smiling at me.
• “Nala,” I return her smile.
• “I am so happy he has found his mate.
• At least he will be nicer”, she whispers.
• “What makes you say so?” I whisper
• back to her, and my curiosity heightens.
• “Well, you see, Master always waited
• for his mate, but he could not find her. This frustrated him, and he became
• cruel. But, now that you are here, you will help tame him” Claire finishes,
• with a look of hope on her pretty face. 
• I give her a reassuring smile, wishing I could actually tame him. Who am
• I kidding? Who can tame Don Richardo?
• “Let’s be friends,” I say, and her
• face immediately lights up.
• “I feel so honored, of course,” she
• says, and we both laugh. I stop laughing immediately, and Claire realizes why.
• He is close. I can smell him, and I
• can feel my heart thumping loudly against my ribcage.
• “Has he ever hit anyone? “. I ask in
• fear.
• “You are his mate, he won’t lay a
• finger on you”, she says, avoiding stating the obvious.
• “You did not answer my question”
• “Fine. He does, but trust me, he would
• never hit you. At least, not intentionally”.
• Don Richardo comes into the room.
• “It is time to go,” he says, and I
• stand up quickly, bow my head and try to leave. He pulls me and walks quickly
• into a room. From all indications, it is his bedroom.
• “Listen to me, Nala. You are mine”, he
• leans close to me, and his lips touch my neck. The feel of his breath sends
• shivers down my body.
• “Okay, sir”
• “I am Don to you, little mate,” he
• says, and I nod quickly. He walks towards the bed, and I stand still, watching
• his every move. He tells me not to be scared of him and assures me that he will
• never hurt me. I want to believe him, but I can’t. I nod, and he smiles at me.
• He beckons to me, “come here, you
• belong here”, tapping his lap. I move towards him and sit on his lap. I am
• really scared of his first move. I don’t expect what happens next. He kisses
• me, and I surprise myself, as I kiss him back with so much urgency. This is the
• only thing I have done without fear since he busted into my life this morning.
• I grip his hair tighter, and inch closer to him.
• He immediately stiffens his body,
• lifts me from his laps, and drops me on the bed. He then leaves the room
• without even turning to look at me.
• The tears continue to flow, and I
• don’t stop them. I feel used, worthless, and useless. Well, I am not expecting
• him to just accept me. I am his object, one which he can use at any time he
• pleases. I can never be more than a toy to him. What choice do I have?.