Chasing the rejected Luna novel Chapter 25

"I'm not going," I blurted out with fists tight and glared at the ground, unable to look him in the eyes to see anger swirling in them. 

I heard footsteps and he came to stand in front of me. My eyes moved from my foot to his. He was wearing shining black boots that hid under his equally black pants. 

His hand touched my face and brought it up to his. His eyes were like two black pools which hid the anger that was buried. He didn't like being disobeyed. But I just couldn't go to the party. 

Even if the medication worked magic on me, and I feel so much better, I knew we would arrive late. And I wouldn't have enough sleep to take care of the next day which I was sure would be more hell than today. 

"Look at me when you speak. Care to say that again?" He asked me. I wanted to tell him everything, my fears and assumptions. But instead, I dared to look him in the eye and did what he asked. 

"I don't think I can go to the party. I'm tired," I said and he raised an eyebrow at me. His lips slowly stretched into a smile. First a smirk, then an alluring smile that made my heart leap in my chest. 

"It wasn't a question. Now go have your bath. You reek of sweat," he said, patting my head like a child. He ruffled it, bringing out his playful side. But that also scared me. 

He was acting like I was nothing. My opinions didn't matter. It hurts to admit to oneself that it was true no matter how much I denied it. 

"I'm not going," I said again in a whisper. "I'd be tired when I get back. I don't even know why I'm here."

"Is that how you thank me for bringing you out of that hell hole? I don't want to get mad again. Today has been totally bad for me. Just be a darling and do what I say," he said and walked away from me. 

Soon enough, I heard the door open and close. Then I was alone in the room. Collapsing on my butt, I rasped from too many emotions. He avoided the question. If there was one way to find out what was going on, it would be at that party. 

I was sure Alpha's Lunas would be in attendance. And the one thing they were so good at was gossiping. 

With a new resolve and strength, I walked into the bathroom. My feet halted when I caught a pretty white dress on a metal hanger just on the door knob. My hands moved on their own, touching the dress with awe spread out on my face. 

It was so beautiful and soft. For a moment, I almost slipped and thought of Alpha Ryven being so sweet for offering me something as valuable as that. But I stopped the thought just in time before it could consume me. 

Leaving the dress, I walked over to the bathtub. It was way bigger than the one in my room. I put on the heater and ran cold water into a tub. I needed a soak. Stripping, I entered into the water when I found just the right temperature for me. But then my feet froze on the floor. 

The door wasn't locked. I didn't want Alpha Ryven to sneak up on me. Even if I was basically nothing here, I still needed my dignity intact. So I went ahead to lock the door. After that, I soaked in the tub for more than ten minutes until I caught myself sleeping off. 

I bathed with Alpha Ryven's soap and shampoo which smelt of him. It was refreshing after I got out of the tub. And then creamed myself with whatever I could find. 

I blow-dried my hair. I didn't want to catch a cold. And then, it was time to put on the dress. With uncertainty about how the dress would look on me, I put it on. To my greatest surprise, it looked so good on me like it was tailor-made just for me. 

But there was a problem. The dress was too short. It stopped just below my mid thigh. And the neckline was unbelievably low. It showed my cleavage, pushing it up which made my boobs appear bigger than it actually was. 

Was Alpha Ryven trying to sell me off as a sex slave at the party or what? I looked like a slut. That was one word to describe. Yet I felt beautiful. 

Looking back at the hanger, I saw a blue cotton coat that reached below my knees. At least he thought of something. But the downside was, there were no buttons at the front which could be used to cover up my embarrassing frontside.   

I shrugged and got out of the bathroom to meet some food on the table. At that moment, my stomach decided to make itself known by rumbling loudly. Thankfully, I was the only one in the room. 

Looking at the clock, to my horror, I had spent about forty-five minutes getting dressed. Which meant I had only fifteen minutes to eat and apply some makeup to my face. I ate hastily and dived into the makeup kits on the table. 

With my makeup skills that sucked, I applied a little bit of everything. And after it all, it turned out to be surprisingly good. I looked more like a person from an aristocratic family and not one from the slums. Not like I was from the slums but that was the perfect word I found to describe myself. 

Putting on the heels that were in a carton just by the side of the bed, I sat down on the chair, my knees jammed together while I waited for Alpha Ryven to be back.