Her Lies
Xander POV
The fire flickers in the corner of my office. It casts long shadows across the room. Sighing, I pick up my glass and swirl it in my hand, I watch as the liquid inside shifts before I decide to take a slow sip.
It burns, but it’s doing nothing for my thoughts that won’t stop screaming in my mind.
She said she’s a virgin, and I don’t believe her at all. That whole play of her been of pills to stop her wolf’s urges is also total rubbish. She’s twenty–three everyone finds their mate at eighteen, they feel the bond So her claiming she never did, it’s yet another lie from her lips. She thinks I don’t know, but I know she lies.
Women like Serafine are raised to play to long game, they are taught to use whatever they have to manipilate and twist situations in their favor. I know exactly what her father is doing, he’s sent her to me as a pawn, a way to claw himself into my good graces and attach himself to my power.
It’s fucking insulting. If Gideon thinks I’m stupid enough to believe his lies and hers, he’s a fool. There’s no way he sold his daughter to me, untouched, and untrained in seduction. The moment I saw him putting her up for sale, I had to do it. She was never my plan, but there was no way I could resist it. He wanted to find a way to utilise her, and he has, by selling her to me. I have to wonder what information she will want to gather. They believe I’m a rogue, so maybe if I have alliances with other packs? He’s the sort to burn a pack down to the ground and him knowing if I’m invovled in them it will be helpful. So, how long will it be before she asks to call him?
Leaning back in my chair I consider it. It’s certainly a clever move, a untouched woman who is pure. They are more valuable than a woman with experience. I’ve seen so many fall into that trap before, believing the innocence makes them trustworthy, that their submission is real, but I know the truth.
What I don’t understand is the price, she sold for far less than those like her, if her claims about been untouched are true. Even moreso because she never found a mate, that means there’s never been a bond before. So was the low price to draw me in, assuming I couldn’t afford her?
Either way, I know that she will play the game, she’ll act meek and pretend like she’s afraid. She will make me believe that she’s grateful for the scraps that I throw at her. Then when I finally let my guard down, she will sink those claws into me, and use everything in her power to manipulate me.
I won’t fall for it, she won’t break me like she no doubt has others. Tapping my fingers against the desk I think of the way she looked at me. The moment she admitted it, her voice was steady, her body barely moved but there was something in her eyes. It was too raw to be fake, at least that’s what I thought and I realised I almost believed her.
Almost.
Reaching for my drink again, I take another slow sip, before pushing the glass away. It makes no difference if she’s telling the truth, or just playing innocent, she belongs to me now. But she is a Nightbourne and they can never be trusted.
This isn’t working, I need to do something, so maybe if I go to her room I can prove her wrong? Deciding that’s the way, I stand and walk out of the office. The halls are quiet as I walk through them toward her room. The only sound is coming from my boots clicking against the stone floor.
My muscles are tense, and my jaw is locked. I’ve spent years watching women lie, twist the truth and use whatever they have to survive and manipulate for their families. Serafine is no different. She was raised in a pack that thrives off manipulation and ruining lives. She was trained from birth to obey her fathers orders, and that’s what is happening now. She’s meant to be a weakness for me, and a pawn for him. The issue is, I never have weaknesses anymore. When I reach her door I knock once, it’s sharp and demanding. There’s a pause but then I hear the soft sound of movement before it finally opens.
Serafine blinks at me, clearly just waking. Her dark hair falls around her shoulders, and her eyes are heavy with sleep. She’s beautiful, stunning, which is a shame as she’s my enemies daughter. She’s wearing a summer dress and I now wonder if she brought clothes?
Surely she did, or is this part of the plan? To act like she had nothing, so I feel sorry for her?
Standing in front of me, she hesitates, and her fingers tighten on the edge of the door. “Alpha?” she whispers, looking at m confused.
“Strip,” I order.
Her breath catches instantly, and her body goes rigid.
I move closer to her, keeping my voice low and unwavering. “I gave you an order, it wasn’t a request. Take off your clothes, everything.”
For a moment, she doesn’t even move. Hell, she’s barely breathing. I can see her mind racing and calculating, as if she’s trying to figure out what the response is. There’s only one response, there’s no choices she was told that.
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“Now”
Slowly, she nods, and I watch her as she lifts the dress from her body Her fingers tremble as she pulls it over her heart As It drops to the floor I realise she has nothing on, she was only wearing the dress? Who wears a summer dress to Bed without underwear? Someone who is playing games, that’s who. It almost makes me laugh that she thinks I would fall for
this
I don’t take in her body, that’s not why I’m here. What I do notice though, is she’s stands like there’s no shame in her. She’s not defiant either, there’s just a quiet resignation, like she’s learned fighting back isn’t worth the pain and hassle None of that though makes her look innocent. These women are trained to do this, so I won’t fall into that trap of hers “Get on the bed” I nod toward it and wait. She looks at me like she’s going to refuse. I give her one hard look and wat She hesitates again, and I wait watching as she finally obeys. She doesn’t look back at me, she turns, walks to the bed and climbs on it before lying down. She doesn’t look at me, she stares at the ceiling is that meant to make me believe she’s uneasy and not sure how to act?
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