Chapter 14

I slept alone in his bed that night. He never came back. Only the cold breeze of the night hugged me, reminding me of his absence. The next morning, I wake up alone again. The empty space beside me says so. I don't know why but there's something deep inside me that is missing his warmth, aching his touch, his skin against mine. I shake away the thoughts in disbelief. How come I feel this way about him?

I sit up and rub the sleep off my eyes. The sunlight brightens the gloomy room. I see the bedroom doors are still on the floor, lying asleep and broken. It's exactly how I felt last night. The doors to the bathroom are on the floor as well, fallen and defeated.

This pretty much looks like a mess. It won't take a genius to know we had a fight. Not the first one, might I add. He really needs some serious anger management.

I shake my head and sigh. Standing up, I go to the bathroom and take a bath. I feel like I'm taking advantage of the situation. This is his room and he practically left because of me. Where the hell is he? Perhaps it won't be bad to admit to myself that I am, in fact, worried about him.

After showering, I go back to the room and take one clean dark shirt from his closet. It reaches mid thigh. I wear it on and put on one of his boxers. As soon as I'm done, I hear footsteps behind me. In quick reflexes, I turn, anticipating to see him and at least know that he is OK. Hopefully.

"Good morning, Luna," Jenny greets me with a happy smile. Her joy looks almost contagious but then I remember him and my mood changes the other way around. Where is he? I badly want to ask.

"Hi," I reply without emotion.

She starts talking and it turns out it's time for breakfast and she came here to escort me to the kitchen. Once we get there, I sit down on a stool and watch as maids walk around. A maid who looks older is cooking breakfast.

I smell the delicious scent of ham and instantly, I'm hungry. She turns around and looks at me, smiling. Everybody seems to be in a happy mood. Although, I still notice some who refuse to look me in the eye. I don't know if they're shy or they're just afraid of me.

"Your breakfast, Luna," the old maid says and places a plate of ham and cheese burger in front of me.

My mouth waters and I smile at her. "Thank you," I respond.

She nods her head and leaves me. I eat my food alone and I wonder where he is. A girl with a brunette bun places a glass of juice in front of me. I smile at her but she doesn't look at me, keeping her head lowered, and walks away. I frown.

After finishing my food, I see the old maid still cooking food in the kitchen. She's all alone. I walk to her and compose myself. She turns to me and quickly gives me a smile. "What is it, dear?"

"Um, it's just that I see you're alone and I, uh, thought I can help you if you need some help." I offer her a smile.

Her face brightens. "I'm cooking for lunch. Do you know how to make dessert?"

I nod my head enthusiastically.

"Very well, then." She explains the instructions to me. We're going to bake cake which I know how. Soon, we're in the middle of our work, talking and laughing.

She's a funny lady. A little bit corny and still, I manage to plaster a smile on my face. Her name is Amanda and she has two sons, specifically twins, who "serve" the Alpha. Their names are Jackson and Jacob. Her husband died during a fight.

"That's awful," I say, feeling sorry.

"Yes," she murmurs sadly. "But I'm proud of him. He fought for our family. He fought for justice."

Deep. "But it shouldn't have resulted to a fight and death," I reason. "It could have been solved by talking."

"We didn't have a choice."

But everyone always has a choice, I want to say. Instead, I shut up. I want to ask what happened but something tells me it has something to do with the Alpha. He doesn't always give anyone a choice. He's arrogant and savage. Perhaps this has affected Amanda's life in some way.

We are quiet for awhile. I move around to put the freshly baked cake on the fridge and sit on a stool, watching as Amanda cooks. She has dark hair but some strands hint the color of white hair. Has she grown older serving the Alpha?

"Do you think the Alpha's a good man, Amanda?" I ask.

I see her smiling and I wonder why. "Yes, Luna," she answers. "I and my family owe him our lives."

Why does it seem like everyone owes him? Lives are precious and if offered to someone, these are debts forever left unpaid. "What do you mean?" I ask.

"It's complicated," she sighs.

I look away, feeling left in the dark. Jenny said there are secrets forbidden to be revealed, that those who reveal them are punished. Still, my curiosity always gets the best of me. I want to know the mysteries of this mansion. I want to figure him out, to know more about him. What is he hiding from me?

I fidget with my hands and look up at Amanda. "Do you know where he is?" I ask. I remember Jenny telling me not to ask these kinds of questions but I can't help it. I want to know where he is, to see him.

"Oh, he's training," she responds. "Lunch is almost ready. Would you like to call him?"

"Uhm." I think about it but I realize I don't know exactly where he is. The gym, maybe? "But I don't know where–"

"Ground floor," she states.

I bite my lip and reluctantly nod my head. I walk out of the room and unconsciously fix my hair. I take the stairs down to the ground floor and walk around. A few men walk to me and bow down their heads as if in greeting.

"Luna," they say, acknowledging my presence. It makes me feel like an important person. But, am I?

"Hi, um, do you know where the Alpha is?"

They point to the end of the hall. "He's been very eager lately," one with black hair and pale skin answers. They are smiling at me. "He took us all down in one fight," the other one with blond hair boasts. Something stirs inside me. I have the nagging feeling that this is my fault.

"Oh," is my response since I really don't know what else to say. I thank them but they insist on leading me the way so I let them. It seems they don't take no for an answer either. Although, I have to admit they are quite fun to talk with. They all have the same physique. Built and strong.

We enter a room and I see men training. This is practically what I call the gym. My eyes wander around the room until I see him. My knees instantly weaken and I almost fall on the floor.

In the middle of the room, he's lifting heavy weights. Gosh, he's shirtless! I watch as his muscles bulge in each movement of his strong arms. His face holds no expression at all as if he barely feels any pain and effort. Beads of sweat slowly run down his skin.

I gulp down the lump in my throat as I stare at him, feeling heat warming my panties. Oh, wait. I'm not wearing any panties.

Facepalm.

As if feeling the intensity of my stare, his eyes dart towards me from across the room. His gaze bores into mine. I suddenly feel my heart racing. He looks angry. Really angry. What did I do?

He suddenly drops the heavy weights he's lifting. The fall makes a large sound of punch into the ground and I gasp.

"Get out," he barks to the whole room and everyone quickly scampers out of the room. I almost get crushed from the stampede. Turning to leave, I step back.

"Not you," he growls.

I stop immediately and turn to look at him. I hear the loud shut of the doors, leaving the loud sound of silence, reminding me that we're alone.