Dangerous Lycan: Claim Betrayed Luna’s Second Chance Mate

It was Kimberly or so I thought. And whatever Mrs Catherine was doing, was really a good work because she had turned me to look exactly like her. Now, I was to be someone else. I had to be someone else or else I wouldn’t be wanted. This was a different kind of torture. It was terrifying and freaked me out. All the same, I wanted to know why Kieran wanted this. I needed answers. If I am to play a role of someone then at least I needed to know my end.

I stumped out of the building as I walked out towards Kieran’s chamber. The last time I had badged into Ryan’s chamber, it didn’t end so well. But I needed to see him, to speak to him. I wanted to know exactly why he wanted me. If I was to be his puppet or something even worse.

I breathed forcefully as I stood in front of the door. I had chosen to act differently this time. All I wanted was just to talk. Kieran opened the door after the first knock and ushered me in. Unlike the first time I had come, he just stared lustfully at me which made me lose all that I wanted to say. His eyes on me only made me shy and the words evaporated. I didn’t know how to tell him I was still Clara, to see the look on his face when I would slam those words at him.

“Why do you stare like that?”

“Because you are beautiful,” he answered.

“Oh so now, I am beautiful.”

“Can’t you see now that you look like a royal?”

“Or your mate?”

“I don’t have a mate Clara. At least not yet.”

“And so who is this lady that you are trying to turn me to?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about?”

“You think I don’t know that this is just a plot to turn me into your mate? What happened to her? Did she die? Or did she leave you? Did she look you in the face and tell you that she was done being with an arrogant and prideful person like you?”

“Shut the fuck up! Clara. You speak rubbish!”

“Oh, at least you know that my name is still Clara,”

“How dare you speak to me like that?”

“How dare you try to change me to someone else? What am I even doing here? You don’t let me do anything. I just sit in that room all day. It feels like I should be living the good life because I have been chosen by the Lycan king to live in his Palace. I have a good room and a stylist, what else can a lady want but truth is I am leaving in hell!”NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“What are you doing in my chambers Clara.”

“Last I checked, you summoned me.”

“Well I don’t need you anymore. You can fucking leave now.”

“No.”

Kieran looked up at me sharply. I saw the shock in his eyes.

“What? No one has ever disobeyed you? Well let me be the first because I am not stepping my feet out of here until you tell me what all this is all about! Who is this lady that you want to make me look just like? Who is she? Talk to me!”

“That is none of your business. Let me tell you something Clara,” he moved closer, “you are no different from the slaves here. May I remind you that I own you, so you will do as I have told you. I would do to you as I please and you will not do anything about it. I am going to make life miserable for you if you think that you are smart.”

“Well bring it on Lycan King. I have seen and dealt with your type. I am not afraid of you. Let me see what you can do.”

“Now, get out,” he said.

I said nothing only walking out of his chambers as fast as my legs could carry me. Tears gathered by the edges of my eyes. Ilooked ahead avoiding the gazes of anyone. Mrs Catherine was seated by the time I walked into my room.

“I didn’t see you when I came back. Where did you go to. Oh girl you’ve ruined the make up. But don’t worry I can patch it up.”

“Please leave,” I said looking away.

“What?”

“I said leave.”

“But I am not done with the…”

“I said leave! I want to go to bed.”

“Okay,” she gathered her things and walked out of the room as I closed the door and locked it. I took up the piece of rag and began wiping off the lipstick and make up off my face. But Kieran’s words kept ringing in my ears. I still heard his voice loud and clear and the most painful thing was that he was actually right. He owned me now. This was all Ryan’s fault. If only he wasn’t selfish, perhaps I would have gotten my freedom by now. And I wouldn’t be in the mercy of a very ruthless king.

My hands began to tremble as I watched myself. What I have become in just a few days that I was there. All I wanted was to be happy. I had never been thrown in the state of confusion that I now had in me. At least with Ryan, I knew that I was the sacrificial lamb but with Kieran everything was just all over the place. He didn’t let me work but yet I wasn’t any different from the slaves.

Tears fell down my cheeks dragging the concealer down revealing my skin. I threw the pins and clips off my hair allowing my hair to fall on my neck again just the way that I have always liked to keep them. The thought that I wasn’t needed, instead a lady that I didn’t even wasn’t sure was still alive was much more appreciated than I was. It gripped my chest.

“Fuck!” I threw the brush. I could not hold down the tears. I just curled up on the bed with the duvet over my head and cried myself to sleep.

The next morning began with a knock on the door. I wasn’t thinking straight as I left the bed and strolled towards it all tired from having to stay up late consoling myself from having a bad day. And just before I got close, the knock came again.

“I am coming. Who is it anyway?” I muttered.

By the time I opened the door, the person was gone but there was a box and a note just waiting by the door step. I looked around to see if I could see who had dropped it but there was no one even by the hallway.

“Yeah, you just couldn’t wait a little longer,” my voice echoed through the hallway before I picked up the box and the note slamming the door.

I’ll be having a very important guest for breakfast today. I need you by my side. In the box, there is a dress. In a few minutes, the stylist will be coming in to make you look spotless. A maid would cone to you in an hour to escort you to the dinning room. Don’t be late.

I tossed the note aside and crashed to the bed.

“Fuck! And I have to face him again.”