Chapter 10 Is this a trap

She lay on the bed, kicking her legs in the air as she coloured her drawing. It didn't come out as planned, but it did look similar to what she pictured in her head. Her short hair was messed up and unnecessarily filled with pins. She hummed, tapping her chin thoughtfully with her head tilted to the side to observe her work. It was still missing something. Sunshine. She picked her yellow coloured pencil and drew a big bright sun.

Once she was done, she sat up, sitting on her knees and holding the drawing book up. The little girl in a sunflower dress and bright red heels, playing under the big bright sun, was happy. She had nothing to worry about, she had no fear and felt no pain. The girl was surrounded by friends, all three skipping along with her in their floral dresses and their different shoe colours. They were skipping to her mother, who sat under the only tree in the drawing, smiling with her head tilted upward to the sun. The people in the picture were happy, free, and surrounded by loved ones. The girl in the picture was not her.

"I wonder how it feels to be fearlessly happy."

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"And who is the other one?" There was a brief pause, a pause that caused a deafening silence. My heart paused along with the silence as if anticipating his reply. Somehow, I felt nervous to hear what he thought of me, or rather, what I would be to him. What was I expecting? I had no idea, but I hoped that it would be something good.

"To be honest, I don't know," he sighed. My heart skipped, forcing me to take in a sharp breath and look at Scarlette as if silently begging for help. "She's an omega from Shtylla e forcës, the most useful one from what I could tell. She's also Scarlette's best friend and the reason why your Beta was able to find his mate. She is not to be referred to as an omega, nor can she be treated like one. However, she is here to work, but mostly for me. She will stay in my house as my personal maid until Cooper and his mate fully bond and are ready to harbour her. Or maybe later I would think of what to do with her."

Personal maid.

Personal maid.

Personal maid.

Personal maid.

The words echoed in my head over and over again. I was slightly offended by that title, which I shouldn't have. I've heard worse titles tagged to my fake names. Titles like doll, toy, pet, slave, dog, slut, whore, servant, bitch et cetera. I'd heard so many bad names, his words were not even supposed to be offensive. Yet, I was upset by that title, like it wasn't supposed to be that title. Why?

"Her name is Sapphire, better remember it. Sapphire is mute, thanks to her other pack. I'll love it if you don't give me a headache by trying to oppress her. I've never tolerated that kind of behaviour, and I'm not about to start tolerating it. Spread the news to those not present, I'm going to bed. Sapphire, follow me." My bag, I remembered my bag. I quickly ran to the car with my bag inside, my old embarrassing bag. I tapped the boot, which the man gratefully understood. He opened the boot and picked out my poor bag. Thanking him with a bow, I collected the bag, ran over to Scarlette, kissed the giggling girl's cheek and ran after the alpha.

He walks fast. Finally, someone who speaks my language. I met up with him but stayed six feet behind, holding my bag in front of me. I kept my face down for the first time, not until we passed a great silver bar gate. The gate blocked out a path that looked like an estate. You know, like those fine paths leading to a castle.

The ground was paved smoothly. The hard surface took the colours of Alice blue and celadon. The ground was clean, but not clean enough to my taste. It was still beautiful, though. Trees lined both sides of the paved ground, like that scene in Hollywood only that the trees were different, it was lined up with sakura. Like literally, three to four sakura in a vertical line, then endless along the path.

I couldn't see anything in there except the cherry trees. I could tell that the trees led to a forest that led to somewhere open. The other side of the pavement, however, led to the town after passing the Sakura army. It was beautiful, breathtaking. Everyone knows how beautiful a cherry tree is when in full blossom. The beautiful pink scenery, the sweet scent. I'd never seen anything more beautiful before.

I jogged up a few paces closer, feeling the need to grab onto him, but resisting. The paved ground was cut out, leaving a nicely shaved green lawn. It looked so perfectly smooth, perfect for a picnic or one's kids to play on. Then after the lawn, was the colonial mansion, my dream home. The home I knew I would never get, but surprisingly found myself at. The mansion was white, spotlessly white from what I could see, with bright charm pink window glasses, pink curtains in most and some silver engraving matching the window frames.

From my observation, it was a real-life luxury colonial mansion, which means there was a large swimming pool somewhere. I always wanted mine to be in front of the entryway, but this will do. The entryway was silver, along with the porch. The house was larger than the one I dreamt of. Bigger is better.

Looking around briefly, I could tell the house was surrounded by a ring of sakura, giving it the perfect romantic view if the sun set on it. I also knew the windows were the kind that would illuminate and brighten the interior if touched by the sun. In other words, the house would be a beautiful shade of pink like the exterior.

Alpha Ajax unlocked the front door and pushed it open, stepping aside for me to walk past. I stood rooted to the ground, not sure if it was a trap or a test. He sighed, shook his head and walked in first. I quickly walked in after him, taking off my shoes so I wouldn't get scolded. I was taking off the second one when I felt his hand locked around my wrist and pulled me in, my shoe in my hand. He took my bag from me and led me across the large living room to the staircase. I couldn't stop gasping silently and staring at everything that caught my fancy.

The living room's curtains were divided into two sets. The thin cherry blossom pink curtains with ultra pink coloured sakura print were the first. From how the curtains poured their pink light into the living room, I could tell that was their use. The curtains were really thin. Anyone can see into the house through it. The second set of curtains pinned to the walls was dark red. They were thicker, softer, and velvety. Most things in the living room were glass and pink. It brought out the beauty of the white walls.

The rest of the way was too unique for me to breathe. There was either a sculpture here, a vase there, a mini tree or a painting of nature or something pink. I was a little surprised that he loved pink that much. Either that or his mother or some female he loved decorated the house and forced him to live in it.

I listened attentively as he pointed at places to make me aware of my surrounding, so I won't get lost. And between sighing over his voice, the tingling sensation from his hand, and the beautiful view, I was greatly overwhelmed.

"And this is your room," he said, pushing a brilliant lavender door open. My eyes widened when I saw the room. The first thing I noticed was the pale magenta curtains that illuminated the room, the white, brilliant lavender and pale magenta bed covers and well... everything. It was either white, brilliant lavender or pale magenta. The room was spacious, wonderful, everything! But too feminine.

I pointed at the room, then at myself to make sure he wasn't mistaken. "Yes, Sapphire, it's yours. If you don't like the colours, you can tell me and I'll have it redecorated to your liking," I pointed at the room and myself again, thrice. He chuckled and responded by pushing me in. I looked at him again after stumbling in, pointing at the room to be sure.

"Sapphire, this is your room," he chuckled. "Do you like the colours? Sorry, I'm a bit of a fan for different shades of pink and lavender," a bit? "Do you want me to change it? It's okay if you don't like it, I won't judge or scold you. Please, tell me if it's okay. Don't be afraid to tell," my favourite colours are sapphire and yellow-yellow rose and royal rose to be precise. But it didn't mean I was stupid enough to complain. I shook m toy head frantically, hoping he wouldn't see me as ungrateful.

"Okay then. You can wash up and then head down for dinner, I'm cooking. If you get lost on your way down, shout my name and I'll be there. Don't hurt yourself." He said. He stepped back, biting his lip like he had something to say. I could see his hand twitching, it scared me. My alpha's hand usually twitched before he dashed me a slap. I whimpered and stepped back, bowing my head with fear. I knew it was a trap, I should have known better than to fall for that.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he whispered, "I won't hurt you. I'll leave so you can be comfortable." Then he was gone. He didn't hurt me, he didn't yell. If this isn't a trap, then what is it?