Deserae

Chapter 2

Authors note: Remember, more than likely the chapters will change perspectives each time, if this is different I'll be sure to let you know.

- supreme overlord

What did I do wrong? From the first time I looked at her I saw nothing but hatred in her eyes. It's like she feels nothing more for me than she would for a cockroach she found crawling around on the floor. I wasn't expecting a warm welcome, I was bought at a pet shop, but I thought we would at least get to know each other before deciding to declare war.

Maybe I was wrong for thinking this would be a nice place. I was hoping my owner would be busy all the time and not get to see me much. Or I would be one of many pets and all of us would bear the burden together.

But I was so wrong. I was bought for a psychotic woman that hates me for reasons unknown. Does she know me? Have we met before and I got on her bad side, then the Fates decided they wanted to punish me more by her buying me? That's the only way any of this makes any sense.

A sigh escaped my lips as I heard the woman's retreating footsteps. Hopefully I can fall asleep while she's gone and allow myself a little rest. But, with the fear tightening in my chest, I highly doubt it. I haven't been able to breath correctly since I got here, so sleep is definitely the last think my body's thinking about right now.

I remember the older man calling the woman 'Luna'. Is that her name? I thought the 'mates' or 'wives' or whatever, of the Alpha were called Luna's after their god. Or goddess? I'm not sure, I've never really been told much about the Wolf culture. Supposedly it's not that confusing, a couple other creatures in the shop knew about it, but I never got around to asking them.

Maybe I just need to be more grateful. I was taken out of that horrible pet shop and bought by the richest Wolf family in the world. Maybe my owner is a little crazy and a little abusive, but it's nothing compared to what happened to me at the shop. Nothing can be worse than that place.

Even if I have a sadistic, hateful owner, I'm still in a pretty good position. I'm living in a massive house with tons of servants in it, that means all of the housework isn't going to be put on me. My owner is the Princess, so perhaps she's a very busy person and I won't get to see her much. Her father, I'm assuming that's who the older man is, seems nice enough. But the older woman I'm a little sceptical about, there's something in the way she's looking at me that makes me uneasy.

I looked around the room and at all of the decorations. The bed is massive, it looks bigger than a king size mattress. The headboard and footboard are both outlined in wood, with the centers a fabric that has beads pressing the fabric down. It's looks beautiful, but oddly expensively unnecessary. The comforter is white as well, with slight hues of pink and blue on occasion. Then there's a massive brown and grey fur lying across it. All I can think about is how my owner might have killed it herself. The pillows are all stacked biggest to smallest, and embroidered with gold.

Why is everything so expensive looking?

I stood to see a small table draped with silk cloths on the sides of it at the base of the bed. Across from it is a massive dresser that's at least six feet across and just as high. It has two doors on either side that are the full length of the dresser, then there are two middle ones about two-thirds of the size because of two pull out draws on the bottom of the dresser.

It's not hard to imagine the thing is filled with clothes, probably all designer and she only wears them once. Then throws it away and goes back into the city to buy herself ten more outfits all thousands of dollars each. This 'Luna' strikes me as that kind of person, but there's no way I would say it to her face.

I flinched, to think about just implying that she might be afraid of something caused her to hit me. I didn't mean she was scared, but that she was cautious. I guess Wolves are just so prideful about their image that they refuse to be compared to something so embarrassing.