THE INDIFFERENT LUNA 1 - Austan wolf

CHAPTER 3

I couldn't help but peep into the living room as we walked past it in the long corridor, it was as elegantly decorated as the rest of the house and I knew the elegance this house showed off was all the handiwork of Luna Mishael. One could tell by merely looking at the sky-blue straight dress she wore.

We soon walked into the dining room and then the kitchen, which was connected to it by a small door. The kitchen was filled with women going about the duty of preparing the evening meal, it was the busiest kitchen I had ever seen and I stood there in awe. Matilda looked around at all the busy women for a while.

"Hey, Eunice". I heard her call another woman, who was slightly bent over a cauldron. Eunice turned around and smiled at Matilda, then walked to her.

"What's up?"

"This is Lady Freya's maid, give her some work to do while she waits for her mistress."

That was all Matilda said, leaving before even Eunice could process the information amidst the noise, or was it I who took longer to process the information because before I knew what was going on, Eunice had pushed a pile of table clothes into my hands?

"Go and lay those over the dining table." She said before disappearing into the crowd of busy women.

I sighed, then went back the way I had come, into the dining room and began to clean the surface of the large table, which was more befitting for a feast.

This was not what I had planned to spend my day doing, but nothing in my life was what I intended it to be anyway so, that works just fine.

I had begun laying the table clothes over the table, though now lost in thought that I didn't look up when I heard footsteps walking past the dining room, nor when it walked back and then into the room.

I just assumed it was one of the busy maids, going about their duties. I also didn't notice how strong his scent had become at this time as I had slowly become used to perceiving it all around the house, except for the kitchen of course. Perhaps if I had a wolf, she would have alerted me of his presence.

I turned around quickly and my head collided with the chest of someone, obviously taller than me, who I didn't even know was standing there, right behind me. A thousand butterflies erupted deep in my stomach causing my knees to quiver.

I held my breath staring at his plain white shirt for a while, before slowly stepping back and looking up to see his face, knowing who it was even before I looked up, but not expecting to stare into a sea of dreamy blue eyes and thick black lashes.

"Mate?" He called as if asking me, looking into my eyes and causing my heart to skip beats repeatedly as his blue eyes darkened with intensity or was it confusion?

I let out shaky breaths as I stared back into his eyes, forgetting all my pep talks about not wanting trouble in my life. A strand of his short dark hair fell on his forehead and I bit my lower lip as I resisted the urge to swipe it out of his eyes.

How long we stood there, I don't know for sure, but I do know that this man recognized me just as I did him.

The sound of footsteps in the corridor jerked me back to reality, and I immediately began to step away from him but before I could do that his hands were around my waist and he pulled me back to himself, my hands landing on his chest.

My eyes went wide in shock as I now stared at him, not sure how to react or respond. My head was blank.

"You are mine."

I heard him declare in a whisper but with so much force that told me he wouldn't allow me to run from him. I gasped, as my knees buckled beneath me, but his arms around my waist tightened preventing me from falling.