Rogues in the Midnight

Unwanted

A/N:

The photo above is somebody who more or less reminds me of Clarissa in this story. Hope you think so too and hope to hear your opinion of her.

Hope you enjoy this chapter:)
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Five years had gone by since Clay had found me in the forest. Got to say, not bad at all.

Clay had fed me and provided me with clothes and shelter.

First few months I had thought he would rape me or something, but he treated me like a daughter of some kind.

He was a rogue, too, but unlike me, he was part of a groep. And amoung his peers, he was one of the... kindest when it comes to people like me.

I am a servent in the household. Constantly I had to cook and clean after Clay and his daughter, Clarissa - who prefers being called Clary.

I was right about her going to be beautiful. Her blond hair shined, especially in the moonlight. He bright blue eyes always twinkled and even through she was cast between the rogues, she always seemed happy.

She was the opposite of her father, who still looks dark and mysterious.

I think it's mostly her for being the way I was treated.

Most servents are being beaten up daily or even raped. Seven servents in the last year was killed by their "masters" if the have escaped.

If the women were pregnant, the rogues either level their status to house wife or gets killed after the child is born. If it is a boy, the father took care of them and trained them. If it was a girl, they would borrow a female servent from one of their peers and she has to raise them till the age of six.

Thus far, Clay hasn't layd a finger of me.

I knew it wasn't because of my status as a daughter of an Alpha. Clay didn't know.

He would always ask me who my father was and his status when I did something "like a real women."

"Sheila," Clay's voice boomed through the quiet house.

Quickly I stood upright from standing on my knees as I washed the floor and went into Clay's study.

Once oudside the study, I knocked on the door.

I heard Clay sigh. "You know, Sheila, when I call you, I don't expect you to knock."

"I know, Mr. Burke, but I do it to show my respect." Which was true. I respected the man very much.

Almost three years ago I saw the lust in his eyes, yet he still didn't make a move. Even now as he sat behind his desk, I saw the lust behind his dark eyes.

Even though I wouldn't admit it, that gaze did strange things below.

I felt a blush creep into my cheeks as I looked away.

"And I told you to call me Clay," he said as he pushed his chair back a little. "Okay," he said, before I opened my mouth. "The reason I called you here. You need to cook for another person. Clary is bringing some boy home. A boy from a pack. I don't even want to know how they met. Just cook him something too."

"No problem, Mr. Burke," I said as I turned to leave.

"Sheila," Clay said as he stood up. "Clary asked something of me that pains me, but for her I would ask just to please her."

Clay seemed hesitant and he looked everywhere but at me.

"Would you play the role of my wife for the night?" He said as he blushed. "You know, pretend," he added quickly.