3. Seduce

She followed the Head Maid who glared at her. She didn’t show much expression since the woman probably thought that the King would bed her anytime soon. 

Bellatrix had thought about it. She will kill him before it happens. However, she doesn’t have any equipment and it’ll be hard to kill the King with bare hands. He’s the strongest among all of the lycans. 

The view to the gold black double door came into view. There were no other doors in the area and it seems that the King wanted it private in the North wing of the castle. The woman opened the door as she followed him. 

“That white door is the bathroom. The Red one is the main bedroom. The gold one is his closet. You will be cleaning this place every day.” 

“Understood.” She mumbled. 

“You will be searched before you leave this room so you must finish everything quickly. You must prepare his bath and leave.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

She waited for the woman to leave but the head Maid whom she remembered as Miss Gigi raised her well-trimmed brows at her. She bowed to her and headed to the bathroom.

She eyed the luxurious things around her. Gold faucet, the bathtub had gold handles on each side, it was round, big, and wide almost like a pool. She turned on the water and adjusted the heat. 

Then she poured essential oil. From what she knows, the King likes mint with lemon in his bath. From the essential oils, she knew that it was specially made for him. The luxury of being a royal and a King. 

She crossed her arms as she roamed her eyes around, searching for something to be able to kill the King. If she had her sword or a dagger that could kill even the Lycan king, it’d be easy. Killing him with her hands, by only snapping his neck would wake him in a few hours. 

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He found her. 

The scent was the same and he knew well that this would end well for him. 

“Are you crazy?!” Paxton hissed. “What if she’s an assassin? She could be that one who slaughtered the Baron’s men!” 

“You are worrying over nothing. No one could kill me.” 

Paxton frowned at him. He knew well that’s a lie. He nearly died when he was a teen and whoever his mate might have felt the same pain. 

“Paxton, that woman is mine.” He said. “I will take advantage of this situation now.” 

“And you can’t just force her to make love to you! She doesn’t even recognize you!” 

“I will make her.” He said with a deep voice. “It doesn’t matter. As long as I impregnate her, my main problem is solved.” 

“That won’t solve all of your problems.” Paxton hissed again. “You need to think this over, my King. That woman is a maid and you already had a bad reputation for sleeping with your maids.” He said. “What’s with your kink with the maid’s uniform anyway?” He grumbled as he turned back. 

He ignored how Paxton reacted after he picked up his maid. But at least, Paxton’s worries lessen from searching for that girl. 

Now, he’s excited to take a bath. Never did he get excited over a bath. He headed to his bedroom and upon entering the door, Miss Gigi was still there commanding the new maid. 

“Gigi,” he called. 

“Your majesty,” She bowed her head. 

“Let her be.” He said. “Had someone bring food in here? I need a break from work.” 

“As you wish.” 

He removed his biker’s boots as he started undressing from the top. He headed toward the bathtub and the new maid seemed to be doing perfectly. 

She’s petite in his eyes. She’s around five - seven, completely small from his almost seven-foot height. He approached her with a smirk. 

“Little lady,” he called. “What’s your name?” 

The maid bowed her head without looking at him. 

“It’s Bella, sir.” 

“I see.” He smirked as he lowered his head, and tilted it a little to peek at her face. “Raise your head, Bella.” 

She finally raised her head and met his hazel eyes. He was momentarily mesmerized by her deep blue eyes, almost a color between purple and dark blue. She should be wearing a contact lens but she’s not. 

He reached her chin as he lowered his head. 

“Little lady, do you know why you are here? In my room?” 

“I drew your bath, sir.” She said as she stepped back. 

He stared at her for as long as he unbuckled his pants. She then bowed her head and left the bathroom. She knew well what to do. Few maids would wait for him to strip so he could do it to them. 

He smirked and was plastered on his face as he undressed and dipped into the warm bathtub. He reached for the bell and rang it. He waited for that woman to come back but she didn’t. 

Out of frustration, he rang it again and then, there was no one. He stood and took the towel as he headed out of the bathroom, pissed. He found no one in his room. 

He tried to calm himself as he reached the telephone and called the head maid. 

“Where’s my maid?” He asked. 

“Apologies, sir. She’ll be there right away.” 

He crossed his arms as he waited. Then, after what seemed to be five minutes, the maid came back. 

“You called for me, sir?” 

“Why did you leave?” He asked. 

“I was told to leave as soon as I am done preparing your bath.” 

“Then, you won’t leave unless I tell you so.” He said as he headed back inside to continue his bath. He soaked again as he rang the bell. “Get me wine.” 

He was surprised that in a few seconds, she came with a tray, a cold bottle of wine, and a glass. She knelt beside the pool as she handed the glass. 

He finished the wine in a drink. Then, he handed it to her as she poured another. Instead of drinking it, he placed it on the other side as her scent caught him again. 

He pulled her down on the water as the bottle dived into the bathtub. He pinned her down, her eyes widened as he finally reached her face. 

“I want to be straightforward now. You know what I want. And you will give it.” 

She gritted her teeth like she was trying to conceal all of her emotions, but she was pissed. She tried to push him but he was strong. He knew that. A frail little lady wouldn’t even be able to hurt him. 

“No.” She said strongly. He smiled. This is what he likes. Someone who would defy him. 

“You are mine now.” He whispered. “You are not running away from me, mate.” 

Her eyes dilated. She had no recognition of him. Lycans, werewolves, or other immortals could recognize their mate. But this one doesn't.