Marked by the Alpha, blessed by the Fae

Lyanna

Lucien requested for me to go live with him, but I refused. I still can't stand him yet, and I don't think we'd be able to live under the same roof for now. Though he warned me to quit my coffee job, and go back to his workplace to work for him again.

Ugh.

 I stick my tongue out, as I clutch my file. I'm wearing a black pencil skirt, a grey long sleeves, and a six-inch heel. Today, I just want to look nerdy, and stay out of trouble, so I add glasses. To look as geeky as possible.

 I inhale deeply, as I walk towards his office, silently grounding my teeth. He had asked me to be personal assistant, even though he already had one!

 "How else would he make my life better if not so?" I roll my eyes, exhaling deeply before standing in front of his office.

 I peek through my lashes, and see there's no one inside.

 "Where has he gone to now?" I gently push the door open, entering inside.

 "Oh, he must have stepped out," I breathe deeply, gently putting the file on his desk.

"You are five minutes late, Miss Sanders."

 I press my lips into a thin lips not ready to get pissed off by this rock head.

 "I'm sorry," I cough slightly, turning on my heels, brushing past him to the door.

 "In order to avoid this, I told you to come stay with me."

A jittery feeling travels for my spine, making my shiver slightly. I swallow hard, turning to face him, "No thanks. I think I'm fine."

 "How are you supposed to be my girlfriend, if you stay far away from me?" His Adam's apple bobs up and down.

 Oh damn, that looks sexy.

"Uhh, cause I'm not your wife?" I shrug, giving him a hard glare.

 "Hm," he tilts his head slightly, "Should I mark you then?"

 "How am I supposed to leave you when it's the end of six months?"

 He closes the space between us. His gaze piercing into my soul, "Maybe you won't," his voice drops to a whisper.

 This man gives me the chills.

"I should go reply to those unread emails," I bow slightly, already feeling uncomfortable.

 "Lyanna stop."

 I hold my breath,"Yes?"

"You have to stay with me. I want you close to me alright?" He clears his throat after the last part of the sentence.

 My stomach erupts in butterflies, a strange rush filling my chest, electrifying my nipples. My stomach churns in response to his words, forcing me to involuntarily clutch my stomach.

My back is still facing him, as I am too uncomfortable to face him. My whole body shakes.

 His hand grips my arm, "You're staying with me. Your stubbornness won't take you anywhere, don't stress me so much," his voice drops.

 I clench my jaw, my heart dropping to my stomach, "What if..."

 "No what ifs. You're staying with me. By the end of today, you're going home with me."

 Before I can say anything else, he cuts me short, "Okay. Go read those emails," I hear his footsteps receding.

 I swallow hard, and my heart pounds hard and fast.

He didn't give me a chance to refuse.

 I force myself to leave the room with wobbly legs.

 "That son of a gun," I swear under my breath, heading towards my office– which is way farther from his!

 Ugh!

***

 A heavy sigh escapes my lips, "Phew," I wipe my forehead, looking at the gigantic door before me.

This man lives in a freaking palace! How did he build this if he was just banished from his wolf kingdom in two months?

Odd.

I take a step forward, my hands trembling as I clutch my tiny suitcase. I look around for a sign of anyone at all, but not a single soul is at the door.

I inch closer to the front door. My heart is still racing hard and fast.

"Hello?" My voice drops to a whisper.

"Hello there Miss Sanders," a cool voice greets me.

I turn my head to see a redhead dressed in a suit, who's just a few inches taller than I am. She flashes a sweet smile at me, calming my nerves down.

"Hello."

"Come with me ma'am," she pushes the door open, then walks inside.

I hesitate, my heart still pounding against my ribs.

This feels so wrong, yet–

"Ma'am?"

"Yes. I'm coming," I laugh nervously, hurrying in after her.

The inside is even better than I thought. Everything here screams high class and luxury. From the ceilings to the hard marble floor.. it's all royalty.

'He was a prince.'

"Let me take that for you ma'am," A huge guy suddenly pops out of nowhere, taking my suitcase out of my hand.

"Oh you don't have to," I try to reach for my suitcase, but the scary man just ignores me, and goes up the stairs.

"Huh?" I grimace.

"Mr. Reynolds instructed that you should be treated properly. He wouldn't like it if he saw you holding your suitcase."

Hmm. That's.. nice of him I guess?

"Okay then," I just shrug, darting my eyes now and then for a sign of his shadow.

The redhead takes my hand, then leads me up the flight of stairs to my new room.

"This is your new room, Miss Sanders," she hands me a key.

"There's a tiny bell on your bedside table. Please ring it if you need help for anything," her smile widens.

"A bath has been prepared for you. Where do you like to have your dinner?"

I blink at her, still trying to process her words.

"Uh.. my room."

"Okay then," she bows, "Dinner will be sent to your room shortly."

"Thank you. Besides, Lyanna is just fine. No need for all the formality,"

She looks around, as if someone will suddenly pounce on us.

"No Miss Sanders. Sir clearly instructed us to be formal. We can't be so informal, ma'am."

What is that man's problem?

"But.."

"I will go see if your dinner is ready. Have a nice evening, Miss Sanders," she chuckles, before walking back.

I open my mouth, hoping some kind of sensible word will find its way out of it, but nothing comes out.

Feeling exhausted, I just open the door, then walk inside.

"Oh wow," a surprised mumble leaves my lips.

This place was designed just for a princess. The walls are painted in royal blue, and white. There's a queen sized canopy bed in the center of the room. Royal blue curtains frame the windows, casting an unreal blue glow over the room. A silver rug spreads across the room. There's a walk-in-closet to the left of the room, a full-length mirror, and a dressing drawers.

"Damn," I scratch the back of my neck, too overwhelmed to speak.

"First, let me go take a bath."