Princess of the Elite

Pride and Pack

Namjoon's eyes were wide as he took in my place. His neck craned so he could get a good look at the high ceilings and the chandelier that hung from it. He had skimmed the entry hall and caught sight of most of the room before he turned back to me with an incredulous look on his face. 

"This is where you live?"

I nodded and took a look around as well. I wanted to see if I could take in my home through the same lens as Namjoon but I was too used to the marble floors, double winding staircases, and imported Italian rugs. Though I could recognize their beauty, they didn't inspire the same feelings of awe or excitement they did in Namjoon. 

"Home sweet home, I guess."

He turned to me and his amazement was replaced with a soft expression. Again, I was confused at what brought on such a sudden change in his mood. My inability to predict any of Namjoon's actions was beginning to become slightly annoying. I couldn't deny the part of me that loved Namjoon's unpredictability. It made him all the more fascinating.  

"It must be lonely living in this big place all alone."

I started back at him with a blank expression on my face. Out of all the things that might come to mind at the sight of my house he's worried about me? I suddenly felt too exposed and wished I was wearing a sweater instead of the skintight dress. Anything to cover myself from his prying eyes. I cleared my throat before responding. 

"Yeah, sometimes."

It seemed like it was my turn to reveal too much feeling in my words. The yearning in my voice rang out clear as day and I knew Namjoon had noticed. Thankfully, he was too kind to bring it up and let it pass between us.

I waved my hand around, gesturing to the penthouse. Desperate to change the topic before Namjoon changed his mind and decided he wanted to break down more of my walls, revealing more of the self I keep hidden. 

"Feel free to explore as much as you want. What's mine is yours." I started my ascent up the stairs as I finished. "I gotta get out of this dress before I lose my mind."

I didn't bother waiting for a response and headed up the stairs to my room. Once I had entered the double doors I kicked off my heels and flopped onto my bed, letting a soft groan leave my lips. It seemed like this night was never ending and there was still things to do before I could sleep.

I turned over so I was resting on my stomach and pulled my phone out of my purse. The faces of the six other hybrids hadn't left my mind since I first saw them on the email. My curiosity felt like it would consume me if I didn't indulge it. I pulled up the email and once again I was face to face with my newly purchased hybrids. A small chill ran down my spine at the word. Purchased. I never thought I would become one of the rich who bought hybrids. I tried to tell myself it was for a good cause but I couldn't rid myself of the pool of guilt that sat at the bottom of my stomach. 

I clicked on the hybrid who's large doe eyes caught my attention. Jeon Jungkook. The link next to his name brought up a bunch of information and a page with even more links and attachments. I hummed softly as I skimmed the email. 

Jeon Jungkook | 23 years old | Havana Rabbit Hybrid. 

Rarity Type Class C | Sub-Alpha Male

My anger flared when I read his hybrid type as it only reminded me of the way the men laughed when they imagined him getting ripped apart by the larger predator hybrids. No matter which way I thought about it I couldn't justify the cruel way those men found amusement in watching him get hurt. Buying them from the trafficker was the right decision. I would just have to prove it to them and myself by being the best owner they've ever had.