Chapter 9 My Lycan husband is evil

Chapter 9

My Lycan husband is evil!

SERAPHINA

"Let me go," I said through gritted teeth, but Leone didn't even blink.

His hand stayed rough and firm around my waist. I pushed at his chest, twisted my body, but it was like trying to move a wall. He didn't budge. I could feel every breath he took. I hated how easily he controlled me. I hated how my body trembled, not just with fear but something else I would rather not name.

"Please," I said again, louder. "Let go of me."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing my ears. "I'm trying to show you the importance of this alliance," he whispered against my ear, his breath warm.

My whole body stiffened. His voice crawled over my skin. I hated the way he spoke to me like he owned me, like he could touch me anytime he wanted. I hated the way his voice sounded like they're the most beautiful thing in this world. His fingers moved slowly, sliding towards the underside of my breast. I held my breath as the feelings crawled around me; my eyes closed subconsciously as I felt myself falling deeper into it. In that moment I forgot everything and concentrated on the way his fingers caressed my skin. My thoughts blurred as I wanted more of it. I wanted to feel this new thing.

No. No, this was what he wanted. Control. Power. This was his way of torturing me and driving home; he owns me.

I opened my eyes fast. I snapped out of it. His touch meant nothing. It was a trick. He wanted to break me down, make me beg, make me weak, confuse me, and use my body against me.

I looked at him now, and my anger came back.

I stepped back hard and shoved at his chest. "You're a filthy dog," I spat.

He blinked, his head tilting.

"You're disgusting." The words poured out fast, and I didn't wait to think about what he would do to me. "All lycans are just filthy, wild, cursed dogs with nothing but power."

The smile left his face as he stopped moving. His eyes darkened, and all he did was glare at me.

And then he shoved me back, not hard enough to hurt me, but hard enough to make a point. I stumbled and caught myself before I hit the wall. His jaw clenched tight, his eyes changed color to that of a golden hue, and his whole body shook like he wanted to rip something apart. Like he was on the edge of transforming and snagging my head off my neck.

"You just don't like an easy life, do you?" he growled.

I said nothing but stepped forward.

"I gave you a chance," he said. "But no, you throw it in my face."

I stayed quiet, wondering where he was heading.

"You want a hard life?" he said again. "You want to suffer, little wolf? Fine. I'll give it to you."

His voice was ice. I felt it all the way down my spine. I watched him turn his head and call out.

He sneered at me before he spun around to face the hallway he had come in. "Philip!" he shouted, voice sharp.

"Yes, Alpha?" Philip answered, entering from the corner he had been lurking, eyes shifting between us.

Leone didn't waste time, and he wouldn't look at me anymore.

"Tell the head housemaid we've got a new helper," he said, a wry smile twisting his lips.

I gasp, fear punching a hole in my stomach.

Philip blinked in feigned surprise. "A new... worker?"

Leone pointed at me without looking. "This one is her new worker now."

I gasped.

"What?" I stuttered. "You are not entitled to..."

"Tell her," Leone continued cutting me off whilst ignoring me, "that the little wolf will now be helping with the plates."

Philip blinked. His eyes shifted to me, then back to Leone.

"Washing?" I asked, confused. "What..."

"By hand," Leone said, cutting me off. "She is to wash all the plates. Each one."

Philip's mouth opened slightly, then shut, and he turned to grin at me, loving the idea."No machines," Leone added, turning slowly toward me. "If she's caught using the machine, the head housemaid will suffer. Not the little wolf, but her."

Philip's face went pale. "Understood, Alpha."

I clenched my fist. "You're evil."

He faced me, and my mouth dropped open. Did I have a death wish without me knowing?

"You can't do that," I snapped. "You have no right..."

He stepped closer, closer than before. Our lips were almost touching. I felt his breath on my lips. My heart thudded in my ears, but his eyes never blinked.

He leaned in more.

His lips passed my cheek in a slow, torturous way and landed near my ear. "Watch me," he whispered.

I trembled. He pulled away, straightened, and turned toward the clock on the wall.

It was still dark, not morning yet. I followed his gaze. I saw the time. My chest burned with shame and fury. I wish I could punch the smile off his face, but I'd be in more trouble than my stupid mouth has landed me in if I did it.

Then he turned back to me, and smiled. A slow, cruel smile. He didn't even look at Philip. His eyes stayed on me, and a wicked smile curled the harsh like of his perfect lips.

"She is to start immediately."