Chapter 5

My soul jumps out of my body. Damon sat in the dark end of the room watching the troops walk through from the giant windows, with a dagger in hand. He wore shorts made of fur and nothing and could see the lines and scars from war scattered all over his back and lower waist, his wounds were not all healed and traces of blood could be seen from the tips of a few cuts. 

“Is this the life I will live?” Damon turns towards me facing me with his clean chest. He had a scar just above his heart, I know he is the warlord not surprised by his wounds and all however he is royalty, he should be living in affluence and grace and let the people do the hard job. She knew some wealthy men stayed at the top and let the less privileged do the dirty work from the books she had the opportunity to read. 

“I will go in” I wasted no time in evaporating and condensing inside the bathroom. It had everything which makes me wonder when he had time to prepare. I had a long shower, I think I lasted in there for about an hour resulting in a knock on the door. 

“Seranda” I heard him call out to me. I was beneath the water filled to its brink in the bathtub. I barely replied in time stopping him from walking in faced with a naked me. The water felt good on my bo as much as I wanted to last longer in the bathroom, the knock on the door grew louder and fiercer by the moment. 

“Coming” Everything in the bathroom screamed seclusion and dominance, from color to choice of towels and slippers. I walked out in oversized bath slippers, with a white towel tight around my chest. Damon was still in the same position I left him, with a difference of him staring at me this time around. “Sarah will get you what you need, food will be ready at 10 pm, dont be late.” he walks out leaving me all to myself in the room. Sarah walks in just after him with a set of new white PJs for me. She looked cute, she helped me get dressed. 

“Will you want to have some fruts to before dinner my Lady” a knock on the door interrupts us. A man covered in black war armor walks in bowing to me with his right arm to his chest. “My lady, we have some gifts for you, I am Nathan Lansfield second in command to the Lord and his best friend” his smile was everything, I found Sarah smiling and flushing sheepishly at him, her eyes were capable of doing the deed without her moving a finger. 

“Thank you” The other servants brought in shopping bags and boxes of what I think are jewelry, he left as soon as he came. Sarah helped me seek out the dresses and arranged them nicely in the wardrobe, which looked too scanty. “Where are my lord’s possessions?” Sarah giggled with such amusement. Nothing I said was funny. “He lives 3 times to a single night here annually.” 

“So where does he stay if not here?”’

“In the fronts my lady, we are always attacked hence he is always at war, but not to worry, the castle is very safe nothing will happen to you”  could feel sweat break from my back, rolling down to my legs. I know nothing of war and defense, I am yet to understand who my mate is, Everything was happening rather too quickly. 

“Dinner is served my lady” Sarah and I returned to the first floor where Damon was waiting, he looked cold and graceful. His jawline clenching could tell just with a glance he did not like the presence of others around me. He appears to be calm and composed however his facial expressions gave him away. Sarah was a female who saw nothing with her accompanying me around.  Know very little about wolves, but have read they are very possessive of their mates. Sarah pulled out a seat for me and helped me serve my plate. Dinner went through in silence.

I retired for the night all exhausted nonetheless my mind was filled with the zeal of seeing the next day. Looking forward to another day gave way for a fascinating feeling to creep in. Damon lay on his back playing with the same Daggar as earlier. Ï had no idea of what to say or how to go about it. He was my mate and savior and as such should be grateful to him, but his presence alone scared me, I was not ready to die a second time. 

“My little mate, are you scared of me?”’ his steps came closer with every second, the clicking sound of his dagger inching closer to me. My body immediately tensed up, I tried moving away from him but there was just very limited space between him, me, and the bed. 

“You are my mate and my posseson. You are not allowed to be with others. Follow the rules or there will be consequences.”’ his smile became creepy by the minute. 

“Won't you sleep?’’

“I……. I will” Forcing a smile, I climb up to the bed next to him and roll over to the very end of the bed creating as much space between us as possible. I am not a wolf and as such can not be mated to one. If that is the case, only one possibility is explainable. I am not who I think I am. he covers the gap between the both of us engulfing me in a tight hug,  could smell the lavender scent from his cologne. His strong arms wrapped around my petted body with so much care and tenderness as if he was trying not to break what of left of my bones. 

‘’’ Hush now….Tomorrow will be a busy day so I advise you to get as much sleep as you can, stop thinking so much, you are my mate, you are my other half, and you are my little wolf.”