Chapter Six

Amelia's pov

I woke up the next morning, feeling tired than usual.The journey tired me out probably because I never left home.

Of course I was treated like a slave in my step father's house, and unlike my sister Anna who had the freedom to lurk around, I didn't think I had much freedom.

I yawned, running my hands against the bed with a worried expression on my face. 

“He didn't touch me last night.” 

The thought was comforting, and at the same time worrisome. I didn't know if this was a set up, or if he didn't feel the same way. I  was feeling really weird.

A sigh escaped my lips as I thought about the whole thing. I thought about home, and about Bryan when I didn't even get the chance to see again, but I could tell he was heart broken. 

I felt bad because we really planned a good life for ourselves, but my stepfather was determined to separate me from him just the way I separated my mother from him.

As soon as I said that, I heard Bryan's voice in my head.

“Don't ever blame yourself for that.” 

Bryan has been the one always comforting me about my mother's death. I would have loved with a scar of blaming myself if he didn't show up.

I wasn't surprised. I was just sad, as was hoping things happen to make me happier here because even when I missed Bryan so much, I could also admit that I was happy about the fact that I wasn't woken up by a bucket of water being emptied on my body, or by being kicked hard by Anna.

I didn't know how long I was lost in thought, but I was brought back to reality by the knock I heard on the door, causing me to direct my line of sight to the door.

“Good morning ma'am,” I heard. Feminine voice greeted me, and I felt really scared. I wasn't used to being greeted in the morning.

In fact, I was used to being snubbed by those even when I greeted them.

“G-ood morning,” I replied back, hoping whatever she had to say was nice.

“May I come in?” Her question followed, and crossed lines immediately appeared on my face. I was shocked by the whole thing.

“Umm…” I hesitated to speak. Why didn't she just walk into the room? Why did she have to ask for my permission?

I asked with raised brows, without wasting any of my time, I allowed her in.

“Yes you may come on,” I replied, feeling unsure about what I had just said.

Watching the door knob being twisted, my heart hammered In my chest until I saw a young girl with a tray filled with food in her hands.

My eyes widened, and I gasped which only made her lower her head even more.

However, I didn't say anything more than that. Once she had come in, she closed the door behind her, and immediately moved towards where  I was in the bed.

Anna was usually the one I served like this. That was if she didn't feel like eating in the dining room.

She placed the tray on the counter, and turned to look at me.

“I'm here to prepare your bathe.” 

At first I was confused. I thought they helped me bathe yesterday because they were preparing me for the alpha.

“I can bathe myself, you don't have to worry,” I tried explaining to her with a smile, but it seemed like she wasn't understanding what was going on.

“I have to bathe you. That's what I'm ordered to do. Not bathe you, but at least prepare the bathe for you,” She explained, but since I sounded so scared when I told her I could do it myself.

My heart skipped a beat when I told her about that. In fact, I was really confused at why she was determined, but I guess it was her job.

I didn't say a thing. I just tried to be myself, staring at the delicious breakfast which I could only have after the meal.

I didn't say a thing, expecting that things would go well.

She walked away to the bathroom, and prepared whatever I needed, and once she was done, she invited me to the bath.

I walked towards the bath, and once she was sure I was ready to bathe, she gave me privacy.

Once I started the bathroom, I closed my eyes, allowing the warm water to do it work on my skin. I loved whatever was happening to my skin. However, I couldn't figure out why I had just started to act this way.

The way he kissed me at the ceremony played in my head, and I felt I was going crazy.

It was a gentle kiss, yet it left a kind of yearning in me.

Something I had ever felt before. Yet, I wasn't certain he was my mate. 

My growling stomach snapped my back to reality which caused me to bathe quickly. The food outside made me realise that I was really hungry.

As soon as I was done with the whole thing, I walked out wrapped in the towel she had provided me with.

On getting outside the room, I widened my eyes when I saw the skin products she showed to me.

“What are all these for?” I asked, and she gave one simple answer.

“The alpha likes his women to be smooth, and well taken care of,” she explained, and I nodded, rubbing the product in my skin before putting on the flower pattern dress she got for me to wear.

I loved how light the dress was, and how nice I smelt.

I wasn't allowed to look so pretty. However as I was about to eat my food, she caught my attention.

“I have to make your hair to make you look more beautiful, she expressed, making me blush.

The last time someone made my hair was when my mother was alive. Whatever the maid said made me emotional.

I sighed, trying to fight back the tears as I took a seat facing the huge mirror.

However, as she began to fix my hair, tears flowed down like never before.

I turned my neck towards where the loud bang came from, and I saw the alpha frowning at the maid making my hair.

He didn't even give her the chance to speak before grabbing her hand.

“Can't you see she's hurt?”