Dangerous Lycan: Claim Betrayed Luna’s Second Chance Mate

“You aren’t a slave anymore, I mean my words. You would be treated like the princess that you are.”

“C’mon Ryan, we can talk about this. Just let me out.”

“I can’t do that Clara, don’t you get it? The Lycan King is powerful he always have his ways. If I let you go he would come for you and he would have you all to himself. He is even more ruthless and doesn’t treat his slaves kindly. I can’t stand anyone treating you like that. I am doing this for your own safety.”

“I understand, Ryan. Trust me, I do. But you would have to let me out of here, please, Ryan! You are really going crazy. Don’t let whatever Kieran said get to your head. He could just be bluffing. You know he is arrogant,” my eyes had become blurry as tears ran down my cheek.

“I have to go, I will come back shortly to check on you. Hang tight.”

“Please, don’t leave! Let me out!”

I didn’t hear his voice again from behind the door. I slouched close to the door resting my back on it. Ryan could have done better, he claimed to love me but sitting there only meant that he hadn’t kept to his promise. All the thoughts of getting to leave and seeing a better world somehow went underneath the surface. I didn’t want it to be buried.

Hoping had become exhausting, I just wanted to live for a moment without having to answer to anyone. But the more I sat there wondering, the more it occurred to me that I was going to be there longer than I thought. Ryan didn’t come back as he had promised that he would. He didn’t send the maids to bring the food, it was like I had been completely forgotten. I laid on my back as the cold marble floor calmed me watching the ceiling still on the dress I had worn for the meeting.

Lying there put thoughts in my head which only felt more like memories. The memories of life that I have once lived, as a prisoner. Thrown in the carriage by the slave traders, stuffy in there as I stared at the nothingness.

The neck stripes of the dress began to feel much tighter than it actually was. Even after a few adjustments as I struggled with the dress it only felt worse. I took off the buttons and then the whole dress getting into something much lighter.

Much better.

My chilly back had began to ache from having to lie for so long by the time that I opened my eyes again. The sun already brought its lights through the window causing a stream of warmth. Just then, I heard the keys from the door outside as I hurried towards it finding the door open.

“Oh thank God,” I heaved.

Perhaps sleeping through things had really worked for Ryan. I could feel the anger melt away into sweat as I opted for a stroll around. Being locked up in a confined space had awoken a part of me that I had left buried for so long. And I knew that it would have to take a lot more to put it back.

As I stepped into the hallway, I was caught in between going over to see Ryan perhaps to have a talk with him but then, I didn’t know if I was ready to face his possessive words and carelessness. I just needed my moment so badly and so I headed for the big wooden door.

I walked towards the exit door and just when I got close, the two guards moved forward keeping me from reaching the door. I made another attempt to move perhaps they could be up for a games of some sort but instead they held me backwards.

“What is going on here?”

“You have been restricted from further movement.”

“I don’t understand. What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m sorry ma’am but we are just following strict instructions.”

“Hold on, I presume this could be some of your jokes or prank but I am not in the mood for any of that now. I had a really bad night and would like to take a stroll around for a while. What is all of this?” I snapped.

“Like we said, we are just following strict instructions”

“From who? Madam Ana?” I asked, they gave each other a glance and said nothing throwing me in a state that I just couldn’t understand. I felt my head burning, the desire to just push them off and have my way through.

“It’s Ryan right? He gave you guys this fucking instruction,” without another word, I walked back the hallway with just one thought on my mind; to speak to Ryan.

How could he? At first it was locking me in the room all night and now he had to get the guards involved. He had clearly outdone himself this time. I matched down as fact as my legs could carry me with the one destination that never left my head. I didn’t know what exactly I would say to him once I eventually reach there, but I was in a mood to rant, scream and pour out every frustration that he had put on me.

I just wanted a stroll under the sun, to be able to move around again, a clear indication of the freedom that he had claimed to have given me but right there, I could get none, what was worse than that?

I walked up to his Chambers as I folded my fist to knock but then, there were voices coming from within. Ryan never had any meeting in his Chambers no matter how personal they could be. I had never seen him with any other woman after that night with Patricia. I didn’t know if it was jealously that blocked my wind pipe but I was definitely feeling something.

A feeling that wasn’t exactly good for me at that moment. My feelings with Ryan had always been unclear perhaps, because he never really gave me the chance to own my shit so I dint know if I actually cared about him, or if I only cared because he asked me to. Confusion eluded me.

The more I stood behind that door, curiosity sprung up. I just wanted to know who he conversed with and so leaned forward placing my ears on the door but what I heard didn’t sound like the voice of a pleasured man or a soft-spoken damsel gasping her moans. Instead, they sounded personal, as if he thought his next words properly before he spoke.

Ryan was many things but his pride was at a height that awarded him so much courage and so he feared no one. None of his meetings were in closed doors. But whatever this was, it was something he didn’t want anyone to know about. I leaned more, shutting my eyes to get even the slightest detail. And then, I finally got something, a word.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Fortnight.”

Whatever it is that was being cooked up, it was going to happen in a fortnight.