ANYA
I woke up the next morning feeling happy and excited when I got the news of Kyrell’s return.
I had not expected him to co back so soon but I was overjoyed nonetheless. I had missed him so much and had longed to be on his bed ever since I was told that he had left for his stupid marriage ritual.
And the worst part of everything was that I couldn’t send a ssage to communicate with him and because I was nothing but the Lycan King’s mistress, no one paid any attention to or my demands. They all treated as trash, as though I didn’t exist.
I didn’t bother herself with any of that though, I was only here for Kyrell. He was my saviour and I answered only to him. No one existed in my world except him and I would make sure that I sealed the bond between us and make our relationship a permanent one. I know that it will take a lot of ti and even though it might be difficult, I will still win him over.
After cleaning myself and getting fully dressed, I made my way towards the kitchen area. I heard loud chattering and whispers coming from the maids as I approached the kitchen but they imdiately stopped talking and scampered away as soon as they saw .
Moira walked in minutes after they left.
"Anya?" She called out my na, bewildered by my presence. "What are you doing in here?"
"The Lycan King is back Moira." I announced happily.
"I know. I heard of his return from the sentinels that guarded the pack gates last night and even went out to welco him myself." She answered and walked over to the counter to pick up her apron.
"I want to go and see him." I blurted out, beaming with a bright smile.
Moira faced squarely. "I’m pretty sure that he doesn’t want to see anyone right now Anya. Kyrell is not the type to ask for an audience especially if it’s not important. And even if he did want to see anyone, he would send for them first so, I’d advise that you don’t go to see him."
I frowned visibly at her statent, feeling utterly insulted. Was she trying to tell that I am not important to him because of my status and that I am nothing but a consort to him?
I have served him for a very long ti. Ever since he won over his pack, I have been by his side. I had tended not only to his physical needs but his sexual needs as well. I am just as important as any person in this pack even though I am still but a mistress to him.
"If he needs your presence or services then he will send for you." Moira added in a bid to calm down.
"By the way, did you take the herbs that I prepared for you last night?"
"I did." I responded begrudgingly, my eyes refusing to et hers.
"You should know that it is Kyrell’s instruction to have you take them so make sure you do so, so that you don’t upset him." Moira warned keenly.
"I am not a child Moira." I flared up, "I know the purpose of those herbs and I have made up my mind to take them without complaint especially after what happened so please, spare the lengthy advice and let it be."
She ignored my outburst and continued with whatever she was doing. Bold of her to assu that her words made any difference to . I will my best to refrain from taking those herbs until I achieve my goal. I won’t get tossed out to the side when I had struggled all my life to be here. Impossible!
I had waited all my life for him. Even after Lady Natalia died, I had been so delighted to know that I was one step closer and it will only remain so. Everyone else is useless in my plans so I wouldn’t concern myself with them.
"Where are you going with that?" I asked when Moira picked up a tray containing a cup of hot brewing herbal tonic.
"Kyrell’s bed chambers. I want to serve him his morning tea."
"I’ll take it to him instead." I offered, "Please let take it to him. You must be extrely busy this morning and I want to help take this little task off your hands."
There was a brief pause before she handed the tray over to .
"Thank you, Moira." I voiced out gratefully before taking the route that led to the stairs of Kyrell’s chambers, up to his tower.
When I arrived, I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. Slowly but hesitantly, I raised up my hands to knock on his door but before I did, I heard his voice from the inside. He must’ve known that I was standing out here.
"Co inside, Anya." His deep voice bood and I pulled the door knob causing it to creak open almost imdiately before I made my way inside.
"Welco back ho, My Lord." I greeted cheekily. My face radiant, expressing the sudden glow and excitent that coursed through my entire body just by seeing him seated on his desk. I have missed him so much.
"How was your journey, My Lord? Did you manage to get your work done over there?"
"Why are you here Anya?" He asked instead, scribbling away on his paper and ignoring my previous remark. "I didn’t send for you."
"Well..." I trailed off, my mouth unable to utter words. "I was In the kitchen and Moira asked to bring you your tea." I lifted the tray slightly so that he could see it but he didn’t spare a single glance.
"Put it on the table and leave. I’ll have it later." He ordered but I didn’t move an inch.
"Did you not hear what I said?" He repeated and I quickly placed the tray on his desk.
"My Lord." I started and when he didn’t respond, I took it as my cue to continue. "Would you like to serve your breakfast?"
"Anya." He called out still scribbling and I straightened myself expectantly to listen to what he wanted to say. "Are you suddenly forgetting your place in this household?"
I was taken aback by his question but still tried to maintain my stand before giving him an answer. "I can never, My Lord."
"And what exactly is your place in this household?"
I hesitated but replied, "I am your sex slave. Your mistress to do as you please."
"And what is your duty as my sex slave?" Ca another question.
"To serve, pleasure, please and satisfy your sexual needs, My Lord."
Kyrell discarded his working tools and rose up to his feet to face then. "I picked you from nothing, Anya. The only reason why you’re this close to is because you owe and willingly agreed to serve ."
"You are not my woman and will never be one so do not try to flatter yourself by thinking that you’re sowhat important to because you are not." He stated firmly with an air of finality.
Picking up the glass from the tray, he drowned the content in one gulp. "Do a favor and discard the dirty dishes. When I need your services, I will send for you so until then, leave and don’t co back here until you have been asked to do so."
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