Roxanne’s POV:
I woke up with a bad headache and blinked a few times before sitting upright in bed.
A lady in a long black dress and cloak moved closer and stood next to me as I prepared myself for her attack.
“Hi, my name is Thelma. I’m Master Garren’s servant, sired by his father. I was ordered to look after you until you feel better,” she said as I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the pain in my mouth.
“Where is that fucking son of a bitch?” I asked seriously, causing her eyes to widen in shock.
“Pardon?” she asked, as if asking me to repeat my sentence.
“You heard me. Where is that fucking son of a bitch you serve?” I asked angrily.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and released it.
No matter how I looked at her, she seemed very upset.
“Miss, please refrain from calling my master a foul name,” she said, as I laughed mockingly.
“Are you going to summon that damn bastard or not!?” I yelled at the top of my voice, my wolf instincts pulling through as I growled loudly at her.
She was just as pissed as I was about how he had treated us.
“No, I am not going to oblige,” she responded.
I stood up angrily, and as I was about to walk past her, she moved in front of me.
“Step aside, freak, before I make you,” I warned her.
“No, I…”
“Thelma, do it,” my mate’s voice came, and then the bedroom door opened, and he walked in.
He looked slightly pale, and his shirt wasn’t fully buttoned.
“Yes, master,” she responded in a respectful tone, then stepped aside.
“Next time, try to educate your slaves on manners,” I said deliberately to provoke the woman.
Just looking at her made me realize how she must have feelings for my mate because she was eye-fucking him right in front of my fucking eyes!
“Slave?” Thelma asked in disbelief.
“Thelma, don’t mind her. She’s the one who lacks manners,” my mate responded lazily.
Oh wow, was he trying to insult me indirectly!
“Look here, you sick fuck. I’ll lay it down simply for you. First of all, I won’t play any of your sick games or entertain you in any way. Secondly, you will have to let me go, or you will have me die by your hand,” I said loudly.
“What did she say, sick fuck? Master, please allow me to rip her head off!” Thelma screamed at the top of her voice, with her fangs showing.
My mate raised his hand, and she immediately lowered her gaze to the ground in silence.
“I can’t choose either of those two, so what’s the third suggestion you have to lie down for me?” he asked seriously.
I folded my arms, astonished at how well he was keeping his temper in check.
“Are you stupid, or are you just so used to being insulted?” I asked as Thelma looked at me for a second and glared.
“Neither of the two. Now let me hear the third request,” he answered.
“There is no third, so decide now,” I said loudly.
He kept quiet and gazed into my eyes.
A shiver went throughout my body, and for a second, I saw a death glare on his face.
The thought of what had happened invaded my mind, and I found myself slightly trembling in fear.
He was my mate, but that didn’t mean he cared for me or wanted me in any way. I was digging my own grave because he was definitely going to choose to kill me by his own hand.
“For some reason, I can’t choose either of those because I want you,” he answered softly, and in that moment, my heart fluttered.
I knew his words had no meaning, yet I still couldn’t help but love them.
I moved and stood in front of him, still gazing into his eyes.
“Garren, was it?” I asked, and he instantly tensed.
“You can’t call my master by his…”
“Thelma, leave us,” he instructed her without shifting his gaze from me.
“Yes, master,” she answered and went out of the room.
“Yes, I’m called Garren,” he whispered as I swallowed hard.
A second ago, the room was filled with a tense aura, but now everything felt different.
“What exactly do you want from me?” I asked seriously.
A smirk touched his lips, and his eyes went to my lips.
Before I could quickly move back, he leaned in and crushed his lips against mine as his hand went around my back, pulling me closer to close the little space between us while his other hand went on my ass.
I struggled to kiss him back, and that only made him plunder my sealed lips harder with his tongue. When he squeezed my ass roughly, I gasped, and he took that chance to thrust his tongue in as my wolf purred in satisfaction, having our mate being intimate with us. A second ago, she was furious and angry with him, but right now, she was more than ready to have us spread our legs apart for him so he would have his way.
I was failing to breathe at the same time to match his pace. My mind was yelling at me to pull back, but my body and wolf wanted to feel more of him.
I gave out a loud scream when he swept me off of my feet, carrying me caveman-style on his shoulder.
He walked to the bed and threw me onto it, causing me to bounce a bit as I tried to steady myself.
Just as I was about to look up, his lips brushed against mine once again. I was pushed flat on the bed with him on top, and I eagerly kissed him back. My hand wrapped around his shoulders, encouraging him to do more.
“Master,” Thelma’s voice broke through, snapping me out of the trance.
Angry and out of breath, I pushed him away and covered my lips with my hand.
He moved slowly, letting out a heavy sigh, and sat at the edge of the bed, covering his face with his hand.
“Just a moment,” he said huskily, almost growling.
His shoulders rose and fell as he breathed heavily.
Hesitant, I sat upright and looked at him with concern.
I didn’t understand why I felt bad for pushing him away.
He inhaled sharply, then exhaled, and stood up, heading towards the door.
“What is it?” he asked coldly.
“There’s an important phone call for you,” she answered.
He remained silent, then opened the door and walked away without a word or a backward glance.
I bit my lower lip, feeling disappointed that he would leave like that without even acknowledging me. He truly was the worst.