Auctioned to the Cruel King - Chapter 5: Chapter 5

Kayla's pov
I stopped dead on my track as I saw some girl in my room. She was moving seamlessly through my stuffs in my room and she didn’t seem to notice my presence at first
I clutched my robe tighter to my body, the water from my hair dripping down my body as I watched her intently.
“How may I help you?” I made my presence known since the girl didn’t seem to notice me after a while.
My gaze darted to the door and back to her. How did she get in? Her hand stopped midway through my hangers of clothes.
She swirled with the grace of a dancer and then she smiled. A sickening smile. “So it’s you,” she hummed, taking me in. Long blonde hair was held perfectly behind her. She was in heels too.
“How may I help you?” I asked yet again. “Are you looking for someone?” Even though I clearly knew she wasn’t, I was giving her a way out.
“Am I looking for someone?” She repeated my question like a tendril of smoke leaving her. As she did she walked up to me. Stalking like a cat would a mouse. “I’m looking for you,” she said.
“Me…”
My words hitched in my throat as her fingers came up to caress my hair, brushing the wet hair back with sheer disgust.
“Where did you meet him?” Her eyes did meet mine as she asked the question, too focused on my hair.
“Who?”
“Who else?”
Then at that moment her eyes dropped like anchors to mine, towering over me due to her heels. “The Lycan king of course. Where did you meet him? In the club? That certainly has to be it, where else would you meet him.” At some time it felt like she was speaking to herself.
“I don’t understand what you are after.”
Clear irritation in my voice as I shoved her hand away, displeased by the fact that she loomed over me with baseless questions.
Her stare came back into focus and they flashed with a glint that made me both weary at her and mad.
“Did you use something on the Lycan king?” Her tone was accusatory and degrading even as she watched me from head to foot. Fingers came right back to my head, “certainly you must, there was no way he would bring you back home.” She craned her neck assessing me like some mutt.
“Why would I do that?” I retorted, tone sharp and on edge. “And if you are curious you should seek the King out and get your answers straight from h—-“
My words died in my throat as she yanked at my hair making me wince and follow the direction she pulled my hair to.
“I am not joking with you,” she gritted, “tell me what you did. Certainly he didn't fuck the likes of you.”
This bitch was pissing me off.
“Are you insane?” I shoved her away by the chest as I slapped her hand away from my hair. I already have much to worry about, and definitely don't need another.
She glared at me and stepped back gingerly. “Trying to fix yourself here is only a failed plan. The Lycan king and I have a standing before your imminent arrival. I suggest you should leave.”
My scalp was still pulsing from the pull of my hair.
“You better take your leave now I am being kind, trust me darling I'm not usually so merciful. The late Lycan king already chose me to be the Lycan queen. You have no place here. I would advise you to take your bag and leave.” Then momentarily her eyes dropped to me. Hands crossed over her chest, she said, “That’s if you have one.”
Huh? Guess every pack has one.
“You must not be good enough to need a third party in order to ground your relationship with him…” my lips fell into a thin line and I shut my eyes as wet liquid cascaded down my face.
“Who do you think you are?!” She demanded hotly, her voice gaining an octave. When I opened my eyes to reply to her she struck me hard across the face that I saw stars dance in my vision as well as a glitching sound in my ears.
When I peeled my eyes open, a hot ball of rage latched itself in my head. I wanted to ignore it, but hell, I was done being treated like trash. Angrily, I snatched the jug of freshly squeezed juice and emptied it on her face then I returned the gesture by slapping her hard across her face the room echoed the sound.
Which was around the moment the door swung open to the Lycan king. All the possible colour that might have been on my face blanched.
I stared like a deer caught in a headlight by the sheer pinned look from his eyes. Other times I would have vowed I remain frozen like a statue due to his gaze. The jug was still in my hand and he’d walked in on me slapping her.
His aure exuded a deathly chill that made my soul drop into the ground under my feet. “What’s going on here?” He demanded with an ice cracking cold tone.
She whirled on her feet and faced the Lycan king. “Dear…Lance.” She curtsies before she went on to say. “Nothing much, I merely met her at the wrong times. She was in a bit of a mood.”
My mouth dropped at her report. What?!
I attempted to cut her off and say what actually happened, however one cut-glass look from the king had my throat parched up.
“I stepped out of line, I merely asked her how she met you and lashed out and slapped me.” Her gaze dropped to the jug in my hand. “Then she emptied the juice on me.”
She was lying! I wanted to yell, but the better part of me let me know that I would only incur more wrath on myself.
“Get on your knees and clean it,” the Lycan king commanded in one single clear-cut tone.
I dropped to my knees and took the napkin from my tray of food and wiped her feet and body clean of the juice.
Even if I wanted to argue I had no evidence. I was wet from bathing whilst she was dry save for my actions on her.
“Leave,” he commanded the girl when I was done wiping her body.
“Lance…”
“Leave.”
She bowed, sent a small smile my way before she strutted out.
The moment we were left alone in a split of seconds of the door jamming he was already on me. Hands wrapped around my neck in a threatening life fist as he yanked me from the floor and slammed me against the wall.
My heart jumped to my throat as episodes of Landon came barreling through the forefront of my mind and with it the brash position I’d seen him in last night.
“Why the hell would you start something rash with someone that meant you no harm?” He growled and it was like being blasted by a stormy wind in the winter.
My body quaked and every word eluded me.
“You recently just arrived and you thought it wise to start a fucking problem?”
As he snarled, my feet quaked beneath me, the only thing holding me upright was his hand around my neck.
Did I trade one fire for hell?
My chest rose and fell at the prospect of dying in his hand whilst I’d thought I was free from Landon’s grip.
“Remember you are here for one reason and if you do anything contrary to that I will kill you.” I saw his canines protrude from his words and his grip around my neck tightened that my vision turned white.
I wanted to nod in understanding as my life force was leaving me, so that he could free me but there was not a single space for movement and it felt like his vice was getting even stronger.
His scent wafted through my nose. Some kind of incense and pine wood and with a knee jerk action he pulled back like an invisible force of string yanked him away from me.
Still plastered on the wall, I massaged my neck where he had grabbed so much vice. I tensed and my heart rose and fell in rapid pace as I realized that what I’d sensed was the same as that night I was called to his room.
When I lifted my head to him, I found his eyes glowing. In a blink it was gone and I was left second guessing if I’d actually seen it.
A knock on the door snapped my neck in that direction. It opened to a woman. When her eyes met mine she smiled, and bowed to the Lycan king.
I forced myself to straighten and the woman walked towards me. “I’m Doctor Helene, I’ve come to conduct some tests on you.” As she spoke she led me to the bed.
I stopped breathing and I froze. Doctor?
The woman chuckled. “No need to be scared dear. I’ve come to take just your blood to run some tests. I know some people are scared of needles, but it would just be a pinch.” She wiped my arms while talking. Took the amount of blood she deemed fit and stood up.
The Lycan king looked at me with so much hate and disgust that made my nerves rattle. He didn't have this look before, at least not the day he accepted my deal.
“When is it going to be ready?”
“Tonight, Alpha.”