Lost
Nikolai’s POVBelongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
I wasn’t even sure what I was doing or why I was creeping around in my own house, but all I knew was that I was hungry. I shook my head as if to get rid of this ridiculous feeling but I could still hear my stomach rumble in disapproval, so I knew it wasn’t helpful. Since the dining table issue I hadn’t had anything to eat. And after my show of anger earlier, I would chop my own head off before I asked them for food.
As I neared the kitchen, my stomach growled so loud I thought it would alert the rest of the pack. The mansion was so big that at the moment, no one was on this floor right now. Although I felt ridiculous tiptoeing in my own house, but I really could not help it. And I think what infuriated me the more was the fact that all I craved were those fucking samosas. I raked my fingers through my hair. This was all just so stupid. My stomach growled once more as if to silence me.
Cursing silently, I made my way into the kitchen and began popping lids off the many dishes that sat on the counter. I cursed under my breath when I went through the counter and still didn’t find it. As I was about to give up my eyes landed on a dish below the counter that I hadn’t noticed before. I quickly popped it open, sighing in relief when I saw more than a dozen samosas arranged neatly in it.
The scent of the snack filling my nose, I dug in, pushing them into my mouth. I still couldn’t believe how good they tasted. Of course I was pissed that it had been prepared by the prisoner, but I didn’t care. I reached out in the refrigerator to grab a juice carton. As I tilted the juice to my lips, the sound of someone walking into the kitchen startled me, making me nearly drop the juice pack.
I looked up to see Margaret standing at the doorway, a mischievous smile beginning to form on her face. I tried to come up with a reasonable enough explanation but the half eaten samosas and the juice in my hand told a different story.
“I was hungry, there was nothing else to eat,” I defended.
“I didn’t ask,” She smirked, walking to the tap to wash her hands. I pushed the dishes and juice away and turned, feeling embarrassed. Of course, I had no excuse. I shook my head. I had not felt this embarrassed in a very long. For a minute, I felt like a child again. Margaret had been a sort of nanny for me and Annalise. The more we grew, the more distant we were. But from the smile on Margaret’s face, I knew it was okay.
I stood up straighter, clearing my throat. “I was going to send for you very soon,” I said.
So it wasn’t a lie. I was going to send for her regarding a few things concerning the prisoner and Eve.
“Is that so?” She said, raising her glass of water to her lips to hide her smirk.
“Yes,” I eyed her, still embarrassed. “I need you to clean up the prisoner a little. Maybe a shower and a change of clothes as well.”
I watched her almost choke on water. She stared wide-eyed at me for a few seconds. “Wait, you’re serious?”
I nodded. “She will work as the little girl’s nanny from now on.”
Eve had vehemently refused to let anyone that wasn’t the prisoner to touch her. At first I thought she was just being stubborn. And then I had assigned five different omegas to take care of her. Her reaction had been the same. As a last resort, I had put her under Annalise’s care. It was even worse. For the first time I saw Eve cry her eyes out, yelling for the prisoner the whole time.
I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable so I decided to fulfill her wishes. But I was aware of how inquisitive and observant Eve was. And I didn’t want her asking questions. I dreaded telling her that she was just a slave. Which was why I needed her cleaned up and presentable. So it would be like she was just one of the maids.
“Oh,” Margaret breathed. “Okay. As you wish.” The expression on her face told me quite clear that she wanted to say more, ask more, but she didn’t. I was grateful for that as I didn’t feel like answering any questions.
Before she could change her mind about asking questions, I walked out of the kitchen. I sighed heavily as I got into my room. It was beginning to dawn on me that I had nothing to do. The only thing I had to prepare for right now was the meeting I had with a business partner in a few days. And it was going to hold here, at my house. He was a human so it would be a bit of a problem. I needed to train the younger wolves again, their appetite, their control. We didn’t need to start brewing trouble at this time.
After hours of pacing and poring over files from work, I moved to the security room to check up. All the security cameras were displayed in this room. It enabled me check up whatever I wanted to without having to leave my room. The exterior of the house was clear. Carefully I observed each footage.
I paused when I came across the live footage from Eve’s room. That was the only room that contained a camera, and that was because I wanted to keep an eye on her.
My wolf let out a low growl when the prisoner came into view. She sat with Eve on her lap, reading out of a that looked like a children’s book. I watched as the prisoner crossed her legs, placed a hand beneath her jaw and nodded at intervals as she listened to the little girl talk nonstop about something. I wondered if she was only pretending, but the smile on her face said otherwise. This was someone who was pampered and who felt entitled to everything. I didn’t expect her to have enough patience to deal with a child, especially one as expressive as Eve. So it really baffled me. At this point I was certain there was something off about her, and I needed to find out. Now I was more confused than infuriated.
I watched Eve laugh so much until she let herself fall onto the bed. I guess she was really tired because after a while it seemed like she had dozed off. The girl watched for a few minutes and then I saw her gently move the little girl so she could be more comfortable. I couldn’t help but wonder how she was so affectionate. The more I thought about it, the more confused I became.
I spent the next hour pacing round my room. It felt like I was going crazy.
‘We need to see our mate.’
“Shut up!” I yelled at the sound of my wolf speaking although I knew yelling wouldn’t help. I gripped at my hair. She wasn’t my mate. She wasn’t. She. Was. Not.
I tried to control my breathing but to no avail. Why was I so drawn to her? I didn’t want to see her, I wanted to make her suffer, make her pay for all the pain I’d been going through for eight years. So why?
After fighting my wolf instincts for a while, I began to make my way to Eve’s bedroom.
‘Mate.’
“I just want to check up on Eve,” I snapped at him. “I want to check on the little girl. I don’t trust that prisoner with her.”
My hands froze on the doorknob as I reached out to open the door. I really shouldn’t be here. What the hell was I even doing? After taking a few moments to convince myself that I just wanted to check up on Eve, I turned the knob and walked in.
The sight of the prisoner who slept next to Eve, placing her hand over her protectively, stopped me in my tracks. It was the most heartwarming thing I had seen in a while.
My eyes slowly riveted to the prisoner. I sucked in a sharp breath. She looked cleaner, healthier. The top of the dress she was wearing stopped just below the swell of her breasts, and my eyes couldn’t help but follow the trail of her full breasts. I felt desire run through me as I stared at her form on the bed. When her scent filled my nose, I was torn between dragging her off with me and protecting her from any harm, and tearing her legs apart and pleasuring her until she screamed my name.
I was so lost in staring at her that I didn’t notice she had awakened until I heard her let out a small gasp in alarm. She looked from me to the little girl and quickly jumped from the bed, facing me and bowing a little.
I was still so surprised that I struggled to form my words. As though she had only just realized what had been happening, she looked up at me frowning a little.
Not giving her time to assume I’d been staring at her, I grabbed her arm. “Your work her is done. Leave!”
When her long hair billowed from the pressure, my wolf growled at I could feel my arms going weak. I didn’t want her having this effect on me.
Pushing her out the door, I shut it behind me and tried to catch my breath. What the hell was going on?