The Wolves Belong Underground

Chapter 10

(WARNING: VERY detailed erotica in this chapter. If that's not your cup of tea please skip this chapter ❤️)

Days went on without any sign of Zorath's return. Maria thought this was for the best for her, she needed the space to clear her thoughts. And yet she couldn't help but glance into Zorath's office every time she passed it. The room was empty every single time. And every time she felt stupid for looking.

"He does this every once in a while," Anne shrugged nonchalantly when Maria brought up his absence. "Sometimes he's gone for a few hours, sometimes a few weeks. But he still comes back a miserable son of a bitch."

She knew why he would be gone for so long. Well, she assumed she knew what he was doing. She wasn't certain what being the Queens watch dog entailed, but it sounded like some underground work. At least that's how he acted about it when she overheard him and Ludwig. She found it best to just nod and say she understood.

A week had nearly passed by now. Maria resumed her duties, keeping the manor spotless while he was gone. The days were growing colder as winter was blowing its way in, frost blanketing over the ground in the mornings. The manor was growing colder every day, no matter how many fireplaces were lit.

The day was coming to an end, the sun sinking into the sky for the moon to come out. She stood in the main foyer, lighting the candelabras to give the manor some light for the dark night that was coming. The front door suddenly opened, her head whipping over her shoulders. Zorath came in, and he somehow looked different in her eyes. His coat hung on his body, covering his attire. His eyes looked tired, but a fire was burning wildly behind them. Their eyes met for a moment, before she quickly turned back to the candles. She held her breath as he walked by her silently, the sound of his shoes clicking against the marble floors. He headed up the stairs, her eyes burning to watch him. He stopped, keeping his back to her.

"How are you feeling, Miss. DeRose?" He finally spoke. She caved and looked at him. He stood at the center of the stairs, keeping his eyes up at the window on the landing.

"I'm...I'm alright. Feeling much better now." she said sheepishly.

"Very good. Do come up and tidy up my room in ten minutes. My room is in a state." He requested and then continued his way back up the stairs. She froze there, her feet rooted to the floors. Her mind was trying to process what he just said. A part of her was frightened, the other ready to take off for his bed. She quickly finished lighting the rest of the candles and headed to his room, slowly walking down his cold, dark hallway. She knocked on his door and waited for a response. When there was none, she pushed the door open.

"Master?" She called out timidly. The fireplace was roaring, a few candles around the room lit. She turned over, seeing him sitting in a chair in the corner. He was wearing a fresh set of clothes, a black dress shirt and matching black trousers. She could tell it was, she was the one that washed it just a few days ago and had not seen him wear it since up until now.

"Come here." He demanded coldly. She hesitated before stepping over, her hands behind her back. His eyes traveled up and down her.

"I want to get dressed. I'm ready to retire for bed."

"Oh, um..." she trailed off, not sure what he was asking from her.

"A proper maid dresses her Master for the day and to prepare for bed. I think that is something you should start doing." His burning in his eyes did not fade. She thought perhaps it was the lighting, but she could have sworn his eyes had turned crimson. Either way, the fire in them did not burn out. If anything, fuel was added to those flames. She arched a brow at him, placing a hand on her hip.