Chapter FIVE

The ride to wherever he is taking me is long, or maybe the fact that I am scared makes it look like hours. I do not even move, because I do not want to make him get mad at me. The car suddenly pulls to a stop, and I remain still, unsure of what to do. I know he is my mate, but since he has not said anything yet, I don’t want to push it. If he doesn’t want me, he would have by now, rejected me.

“Get down,” he says, and I clumsily alight from the vehicle, and I follow him. As we walk into the mansion, everyone bows as a sign of respect. I am not surprised, as he is Don Richardo after all, feared by all for his power.

“Claire,” he calls, and a young girl, most likely my age, comes running and bows her head. “Yes, Master” He points at me. “Make her look presentable as my mate”, he says, and leaves, without giving me as much as a passing glance. I don’t mind, as long as he doesn’t reject me. I am fine with whatever treatment I get. Claire takes me to a magnificent room, and I look at it in awe.

“I am Claire, and you are?” she says, smiling at me.

“Nala,” I return her smile.

“I am so happy he has found his mate. At least he will be nicer”, she whispers.

“What makes you say so?” I whisper back to her, and my curiosity heightens.

“Well, you see, Master always waited for his mate, but he could not find her. This frustrated him, and he became cruel. But, now that you are here, you will help tame him” Claire finishes, with a look of hope on her pretty face.  I give her a reassuring smile, wishing I could actually tame him. Who am I kidding? Who can tame Don Richardo?

“Let’s be friends,” I say, and her face immediately lights up.

“I feel so honored, of course,” she says, and we both laugh. I stop laughing immediately, and Claire realizes why.

He is close. I can smell him, and I can feel my heart thumping loudly against my ribcage.

“Has he ever hit anyone? “. I ask in fear.

“You are his mate, he won’t lay a finger on you”, she says, avoiding stating the obvious.

“You did not answer my question”

“Fine. He does, but trust me, he would never hit you. At least, not intentionally”.

Don Richardo comes into the room.

“It is time to go,” he says, and I stand up quickly, bow my head and try to leave. He pulls me and walks quickly into a room. From all indications, it is his bedroom.

“Listen to me, Nala. You are mine”, he leans close to me, and his lips touch my neck. The feel of his breath sends shivers down my body.

“Okay, sir”

“I am Don to you, little mate,” he says, and I nod quickly. He walks towards the bed, and I stand still, watching his every move. He tells me not to be scared of him and assures me that he will never hurt me. I want to believe him, but I can’t. I nod, and he smiles at me.

He beckons to me, “come here, you belong here”, tapping his lap. I move towards him and sit on his lap. I am really scared of his first move. I don’t expect what happens next. He kisses me, and I surprise myself, as I kiss him back with so much urgency. This is the only thing I have done without fear since he busted into my life this morning. I grip his hair tighter, and inch closer to him.

He immediately stiffens his body, lifts me from his laps, and drops me on the bed. He then leaves the room without even turning to look at me.

The tears continue to flow, and I don’t stop them. I feel used, worthless, and useless. Well, I am not expecting him to just accept me. I am his object, one which he can use at any time he pleases. I can never be more than a toy to him. What choice do I have?.