Chapter 9: Chapter 9

Ashley

Ever felt like something is too good to be true like you are in a beautiful dream where everything seems extraordinary out of this world?

That's exactly how I feel right now, even though I know that this arrangement between Alexander and me is fake. I still can't believe that a day would come when I will live and dress expensively.

After we got home from the mall, Alex took me to his room, well not technically his room, there is a secret door from his room that leads to another room.

The room is big, though not as big as his room, there is a moderate size bed and a wardrobe. He said he mainly used the room in past for just relaxation.

There is no other door leading outside except through his room door. According to him, he wants me to have the privacy I want, but I don't see how possible that is, as there is no bathroom in the room. There is only one bathroom and it is in his room.

So I guess I will have to always wait for him to go out before I take my baths. Another thing I noticed is that the room has soundproof.

No matter the noise you make in here, no one would hear you from the other room. Even though it is temporal, I am happy to have a room to myself.

Staring at all the clothes he got for me makes my heart melt.

I was busy unpacking the things we got from the mall, the clothes, the bags, and the shoes were all beautiful.

I started arranging the clothes in the wardrobe and arranging the shoes at the bottom of the wardrobe.

He sure has a good sense of style, there were dresses, shorts, jeans, and beautiful tops to pick from.

The shoes were majorly heels, a few sandals, and a handful of slippers.

The heels were very beautiful, too bad I might not be able to wear them as I have never walked in heels.

I wondered why he was not back, he said earlier said he was going to check on someone and that I should change into something appropriate before he returns.

I have been indecisive about what to put on that he might see as 'appropriate'

I have always wanted to be able to dress nicely and smell good. Now I can try out all my fashion fantasies.

After unpacking the bags, I was left with just one pack, the bag containing the tools he said I would be needing for the initiation.

I wonder what the initiation process is like, is it really dangerous, will I be going out there alone or with a group?

I guess I will have to wait on him to tell me my next line of action. With that, I picked up a pink towel from the set of three I just got and gaped at the well-arranged dresses for a while before making up my mind to pick black fitted jeans and a white off-shoulder blouse.

I took everything with me to the bathroom and after taking my bath, I mopped my skin clean of water before putting on my clothes.

I struggled a bit before finally wearing the jeans, but I loved the final look they had on me.

It made me realize that I had visible hips, like the ones you see on those beautiful models you see in magazines.

I combed my hair and decided to let it flow down my shoulder.

Even though my skin looked rough and had fading scars all over it, I could say for the first time in my life that I looked amazing.

Okay, that's enough I said to myself as I quickly snapped out of my illusions, what I don't want at this moment is to be seen leaving the bathroom by Alex.

There is a way he stares at me that I don't understand. It makes my heart beat very fast, it makes my stomach rumble and my body craves his touch.

And I can't be having those emotions, because he is going to be the alpha king.

I left the bathroom and headed straight to my room, I had barely laid down for a couple of minutes when I heard the door to my room open.

I quickly stood up and saw that it was Alex, his eyes scanned me for some seconds and I silently prayed he doesn't scold me for anything.

“You look nice,” he said after a moment as he uses his fingers to brush his lips subconsciously

“Thanks,” I said,

Realizing that, it was the third time he had complimented me today made me believe that he might not be as bad as I think.

But it's difficult getting the picture of the first time I saw him off my mind, I keep wondering whose blood it was on his shoes the day I saw him.

“I would like us to talk, get to know ourselves a little more,” he said, not moving from where he stood.

And those words broke me, how do I begin to tell him all about me, where do I start from, and what will be his perception of me after that?

“We could stay here if that would make you comfortable,” he said after waiting for my reply.

I nodded my head, suddenly afraid of the unknown.

“I will be right back,” he said. Q

***

Alexander

Ashley was stunning in her new look, and I must confess I almost lost track of time by just staring at her.

I looked at my wine shelf thinking of which wine would be best for the occasion. If we are going to be living together for the next year, we should know a little about our past life.

I settled for a red wine with about forty-five percent of alcohol. hopefully, it loosened her mouth. I picked up two glasses before heading back to her room.

Getting to her room I noticed she was still standing, her eyes were down and I could tell she was in no mood to talk

I walked up to where she stood and lifted her face till she is staring into my eyes.

“What are you afraid of?” I asked her, trying to ignore the level of a storm building up on the inside of me, just by touching her.

“If it makes you feel better, I will start,” I said to her.

She seem a bit relieved but fear was still evident in her eyes. I gestured for her to sit on the bed while I pulled a stool closer to place the wine and cups on.

I for one, have never liked talking about my life as a child because it came with lots of bad memory.

I opened the wine and the popping sound get her a little startled. After which poured the drink into each glass till it gets full.

I offered her one glass and she reluctantly took it, I took my glass and halved it in one sip before settling to sit on the vacant space on the bed.

I told her how many people in the pack considered me an abomination while I was growing up because my father had impregnated my uncle's mate.

How my uncle, Derrick, still hates my guts for the sin my father and mother committed against him. And how my father stood by me and made sure I became one of the best.

I urged her to take a sip from her drink and she reluctantly did.

I noticed she liked it as she kept sipping from the glass till it was empty. I could tell she was getting tipsy as she starts smiling and laughing at everything I said.

Her laughter was so infectious that I unconsciously found me laughing with her at some point.

I refilled the glass for her, I know I shouldn't but I did anyway.

“So tell me about yourself,” I said to her, itching to know every detail about her.

She chuckles and shudders a bit while staring at me with her beautiful eyes.

In all honesty, I am using the last trace of self-control not to bang her right now. The alcohol in my system is not helping my course.

“There is nothing to tell, I am the last child of my parents and also the least favorite,” she said pouting her lips playfully like a child.

“My parents didn't want another child before mum got pregnant with me. She tried aborting me by taking lots of bad drugs and that resulted in my being wolfess” she said and paused looking at me sexily.

She is so cute, that my head is beginning to get filled with nasty thoughts.

“I am listening,” I said urging her to continue and at the same time, trying to get my head straight.

“Growing up I use to work at our packhouse and used the money to support my family. One day they got tired of me and sold me into slavery. I was trying to escape from my masters when I was captured by your pack and they brought me here,” she said in a fainter voice as tears rolled down her eyes.

It's so sad to know that she has been through a whole lot of ordeal.

“Are you happy here?” I asked wiping the tears off her face with the back of my hand.

“I was before you asked me to pretend to be your mate,” she answered bluntly.

“So you don't want to be my mate?”

“It's not what I want, it's a matter of fact, we are two worlds apart. I am just an ordinary ugly slave girl, and you, you are cute, like a movie star, and you are going to be the alpha king. It doesn't make sense,” she said.

I smiled realizing that she unconsciously just said that I am cute, of course I know handsome. I have been told a million times by girls who desperately want to have a piece of me.

But coming from me, the words hit me differently.

I moved closer to her, closing the space between us while I spoke. I needed to assure her that I knew she had gone through a lot and hopefully, this plan of mine does not make her life more miserable.

“Like you said we are pretending, we are mates, and like I told you before I will protect you from all harms,”

“I don't want to pretend,” she mumbled, which made me look at her surprisingly.

Is she insinuating that she wants to become my mate, that means that she might like me.

I don't know but I felt my heart skip a bit, and my hunger for her increased.

“What did you say,” I asked looking at her to make sure I heard her correctly the first time. But then she starts laughing.

“And that was my undoing,” I reached out to her face and pulled her closer to mine till our lips were inches apart.

I tried keeping things simple by placing gentle kisses on her lips, but she had to moan. And before I knew it, the kissing got intense as I invaded her mouth with my tongue and sucked the hell out of her lips.

From her responses, I could tell she was still a novice, but the alcohol in her body was giving her all the confidence to match my skills.

I knew I had to stop this so as not to do anything that would result in me regretting my decisions afterward.

It's evident that she is drunk and might not remember shit when she wakes up.

I stopped kissing her and stared into her eyes, I could see she needed me, as she continually stared at me wondering why I stopped.

“You need to sleep, tomorrow is going to be a long day,” I said to her before I stood up and left her.