Evangeline
Two nights have passed, and I have been in and out of consciousness. Sometimes, I struggle and then manage to turn over. At other times, I am not even able to open my eyes. I am alone, there is no one to help me, and I crawl to the bathroom when I need to go.
I am exhausted, mentally and physically, yet I am constantly under his cold gaze. The window is locked, and although I didn't try it, I saw the man who had come to bolt it shut. I remain in the Prince's bed, and I am relieved that not once has he slept in it. I'm sure I am far too dirty and disgusting for him to want to be near. Perhaps he will no longer be interested in me without the pretty dress and makeup.
I can only pray for that.
It’s been three nights, and I can finally walk to and from the bathroom. I don’t belong here. It is far too luxurious, and I would prefer to be in the omega quarters regardless. Luckily, the Prince has been gone since last night. I just finished showering when I realise that I have no more clothes.
I need to ask for some from someone, or perhaps someone can get mine from the Welhaven Manor. Is this my life now? Am I now just being a servant of the Prince, or worse, a sex slave?Shuddering in fear, I begin cleaning the bathroom, feeling the dull ache of sadness in my heart, still crushing me.
Did Grandmother or anyone enquire about me? They must have. Perhaps they aren’t allowed to visit me. Would they visit me? I am being silly. Why would they? I am just an omega. A foolish one to think I can ever expect more.I do my best with the cleaning. Obviously, the Prince doesn’t do the cleaning himself, so there are no supplies in the room or bathroom. I am scrubbing away with what little I found, although it isn’t filthy. Suddenly, the bathroom door bursts open, making me gasp and jump away from the toilet I am wiping down.
"I'm sorry," I whisper, terrified of what I may have done to anger him.
My heart is beating violently as I watch him scan the bathroom. Is it because I used the shower without permission? His gaze finally stops scanning the room and snaps to me. His eyes darken as they run over me.
Oh no, the towel.I look down, clutching it tightly to my chest, realising most of my legs are on display, too. I don’t want to tempt him.
Go away, please.He advances on me, and I move back until my foot hits the bathtub.
"I'm sorry," I repeat as my hands begin shaking. Irritation flashes in his eyes as he pinches my chin between his fingers, making me flinch.
It hurts. My entire body is still covered in cuts and bruises, I still am not fully healed.
He bends down, glaring coldly at me. "If you dare to run, Little Mouse, I will hunt you down and kill you," he warns menacingly.
Was that why he rushed in?"Good. What are you doing in here?" he asks, his cold gaze dropping to the cloth in my hand.
"I am cleaning the bathroom," I state the obvious, hoping he doesn’t get angry. "I will do my chores…"
He tilts his head, leaning closer. His minty breath fans my face as his thumb rubs over my lip. There is something about his touch that doesn’t feel pure. Is it the dirty thoughts that I know are running through his mind?
"Your job is to warm my bed and pleasure me, not take care of the chores. You're far too beautiful for that."
Fear envelops me like a cloak, and I pull away, hitting my legs on the bathtub and falling to the floor, trying not to wince in pain.
Warm his bed."P-please no, I don't have a wolf. I'll die," I whisper, hating my weakness.
He tsks, leaning down and grabbing my hair in a painful grip. "You shouldn't be on your knees unless it's to take my cock in this pretty little mouth of yours. I won't take you by force, Little Mouse, that is not my style, but there will come the day that you will willingly want me, and you won't care if you die in the process."
Never.Our eyes meet, and for a moment, I feel like he is trying to figure out what I am thinking. Then, that cold, dangerous aura of his returns. "For now, you can make yourself useful. Go to the kitchens and get me my breakfast," he says coldly, his gaze dipping down.
"Y-yes, Alpha Prince. R-right away," I reply with a vigorous nod that makes my neck hurt. He pauses at the door, looking over me again.
My heart is thundering as his gaze falls on my breasts, and terror returns with a vengeance. My only consolation is that he said he won’t force me.
Will he uphold that?
He turns away from me and strides to the door. "Put some clothes on. Your body is for my eyes only," he snarls, making me jump.
His? The thought alone terrifies me. I feel naked under his burning gaze. "I-I don't have any c-clothes."
"Take something from the wardrobe," he growls before storming out of the bathroom.
"Yes, Alpha Prince," I reply, placing the cloth down and washing my hands quickly before I rush from the room. He is already at the wardrobe and throws a shirt and sweatpants at me. "Thank you."
"Change," he commands, crossing his arms.
Is he planning to watch me? It seems like it. Luckily, it isn’t hard to get dressed like this. I quickly pull the shirt over my head, flinching as pain rushes through my arm and back. I take a steady breath and put on the sweatpants. They are big, but I happily pull them to my waist and rolled them up. Only then do I remove my towel and place it to the side.
His frown deepens, and I try not to show my fear. "I-I'll go get your breakfast, My Prince," I say quietly. The more obedient I am, the easier it will be to escape his scorching gaze. If I can at least move around the castle, that in itself would be plenty.
"Don't try anything," comes his sinister voice, and I find myself nodding before I rush from the room.
It suddenly feels like I can breathe again, and the urge to find the nearest exit nearly overtakes me, but I know I won’t get far. I'd be dead before I even reach the castle gates. So, instead, I make my way to the lower floor and towards the back of the castle, hoping to find the kitchens.
"Oi, what are you doing?! State your business!" a guard shouts, making me freeze. He comes over, his blue eyes watching me sharply.
I raise my hands in surrender. "The Third Prince sent me to get his breakfast," I state clearly.
He relaxes a little, looking me over. "You're the omega from the Silver Mountain Pack. You're alive." He sounds far too shocked for my liking.
"I might not be for long if you don't let me get to the kitchen," I find myself saying with a weak smile.
He grins and nods. "Oh, good point. Come, I'll take you there. You may want to go to the Head Omega for some clothes after," he adds, examining my attire.
"Do you think she can give me some?" I ask, very aware that I am not wearing a bra.
He nods as he leads the way down the dark, cold hall. "Oh, absolutely, all the omegas must wear the colour and uniform of their alphas."
I nod. That makes sense. Usually, the omegas back at the Welhaven Manor wear a dark red and grey pin on their clothes, consisting of simple colours. Yet with so many princes in one place, it makes sense for each to have their own colours.
"What is the colour of Prince Zedkiel's omegas?" I hope it is something dull.
When he doesn’t reply, I turned to the kind man curiously. "Uh… I am not sure. He's never had any omegas that have lasted the night."
I stop dead in my tracks, my heart palpitating. "B-but… What about the staff who cl-clean his quarters?"