The Alpha’s Arranged Bride

LAVENDER’S POV

I turned to the side, a groan escaping my lips as I felt the morning sun on my body. I felt really exhausted and so unwilling to get out of bed for another hour or two, but I knew I could not stay in bed for long. I would not want Caramel’s people to think I was lazy.

Speaking of Caramel, I fluttered my eyes open and made sure not to keep them too open, as I didn’t want to go blind by the sun. It was then I remembered the activities of the previous day. I knew I wasn’t too old to be a virgin, but none of the guys around me ever gave me that comfort enough to let me give them that.

However, I was a bit upset. I turned, laying on my back as I stared at the ceiling, my mind replaying all Caramel did to me. I had only met Caramel a few days ago, and here I was already going crazy for him. Caramel was different from all of them. He was a man that knew what he wanted and acted on it. My cheeks blushed red.

I never thought I would love being handled in such a way until I met Caramel. A knock came to the door, but it was faint as I was still stuck in my daydream.

“Your Majesty, your dress is ready,” I heard Mitchel say.

I stared at the door, blank for a moment, and then his voice came, “Won’t you answer the door?”

My eyes widened in shock as I turned to where he stood in front of the bathroom door. His lips curved up as he walked over to his wardrobe cabinet. I sluggishly got out of bed and grabbed my jacket, which was not too revealing, before opening the door wide enough for me to take the dress Mitchel held.

“Good morning, Your Majesty,” she greeted with a smile, and I nodded.

“Breakfast will be ready soon,” Mitchel added, and I smiled at her before shutting the door.

“You handled that well.” I sensed the sarcasm in his voice, which made me roll my eyes as I approached the bed.

I plopped on the bed as he spoke again. “You can sleep in. A queen always deserves her beauty sleep,” but then he turned to me.

His gaze remained on me for only a minute before turning around to grab his clothes. Before me, he put them on. I wanted to avoid looking at him, but when you have someone as good-looking as Caramel standing before you, it would be very hard.

He was not doing anything, but I felt myself wanting him all over again. His green eyes weren’t looking at me, but I wished they did. They were so calm and enchanting, and I could look at them every day. His pink lips that complemented his beauty were not left out. I could only remember how good they were on mine yesterday.

His hair fell over his shoulders as he was yet to place it in his usual bun, but he looked like a god even with his hair down. Another thing that stood out was his tattoo, which went around his waist. Unfortunately, I could not stare at it for long as he put on his trousers before turning around to face the mirror.

I had yet to have a proper look at that tattoo of his, to know what it might mean. I tilted my head to the side as I admired him some more. How could a man be hot and also cute at the same time? All I could say was that Caramel was both.

He turned around, and I straightened up, acting as though I was not just gloating over him. With a smile on his face, he crouched before me and then kissed me. I wrapped my hand around him as I slowly lay down on the bed.

He pulled away and locked eyes with me. “I know you want more, but now is not the time. I will miss breakfast,” he said.

“Why?” I asked him.

“Work. I have a few things I need to do in the pack,” he told me, and I sat up.

“Can I come with you? I’m not really doing anything here.”

He held my face and placed a kiss on my cheek. “Take care of yourself. I’ll be back before you know it.”

And he walked out of the room. I stood there wondering why he didn’t want me to come. Was it because I was human? I shoved that thought aside and went into the bathroom to carry out my morning routine.

Caramel’s bathroom was larger than mine, and mine was not even considered small. All the things I might need were in the cabinet, and I wondered how he got them. However, I did not let myself think about it much.

My stomach was rumbling, so I quickly stepped out of the room. Just at the door, I stepped on someone. Quickly, I stepped back and apologized. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.”

The lady before me sized me up. “You are so lucky I am in a good mood, or I’d break you, peasant,” she threatened, then walked away.

I stood there, stunned, wondering what had just happened. Was all that necessary? I asked myself. It then dawned on me I had not seen this lady since I came here. She was elegantly dressed, too, so I ought to have been introduced to her.

Maybe she was here briefly. I tried to brush it off. My growling stomach made me quickly head for the dining room so I could have a good meal. From the looks of it, I could eat an entire pot. When I stepped in, the lady was seated at the table.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

I smiled at her, but she frowned and looked away. Ignoring her, I took a seat at the head of the table. It was a habit back at home. Dad told me I was his daughter and needed to stay at the head of the table to prove that.

“Peasants now have audacity,” the lady spoke, and I frowned, turning to her.

“I’m not a peasant,” I calmly told her, irritation in my voice.

“Get off this table. I believe you are new, but maids do not sit at the dining table, and neither do they sit in the Alpha’s chair. I will inform him about this. You’ll die in a split second,” she told me.

Does she think I am a maid? That is a far-fetched assumption. Aren’t I dressed like I am royalty? Yes, I am not putting on a long, flowing gown that will hurt my ribs, but I was putting on a fancy dress. It was just simple.

I ignored her. If I kept on speaking, she would only see that as an avenue to keep speaking. I turned to the maid. “Please serve me.”

The maid was about to come to me when a resounding slap reached her face. “So you two decided to play this game, right?” the lady spoke, with the maid holding her slowly reddening face.

“You!” the lady turned to me. “Get off this table now!”

“Who are you to tell me that?” I had to ask.

“Lady Rose, Shadow Pack’s future Luna,” the lady angrily told me.