I never expected it to come easy when I accepted that I was going to live with a wolf, but coming to hear all of these rules, I was already believing that I had made the wrong choice. I still did not understand how I was supposed to pretend to be a wolf, but even with that, he still has a very important rule to enforce?
"You must be careful," he said.
Well, that was a little bit confusing because it did not sound like a rule to me. I was expecting something more commanding, something that would take me so much thinking to agree on, but here he was telling me to be careful?
"I do not understand. Is that the rule?" I asked him in a low voice, looking up at his face.
"It might sound easy, Cassandra, but it is the most important rule to me: you need to be careful; you need to make sure that you do not get hurt because my pup must not be hurt. "Believe me, you'll regret the consequence should you break this most important rule," he said to me, and I could already feel my hands trembling.
His presence was both intimidating and uncomfortable. I also did not like the fact that I had to look up at him to speak to him because of how tall he was compared to me.
I had already convinced myself that I hated everything about him, but here I was at his mercy, having to obey all of the rules that he threw at me.
"Can I know what the consequence would be if I should fail at this most important rule?" I asked him in a low voice, looking up at his face.
"I am sorry I cannot disclose; let's leave it to your imagination. I just hope for your sake that you would be able to avoid it completely until our deal is over," he said to me, and without waiting for me to say anything else, he walked past me towards the door.
I turned around slowly, watching him leave, and just as he held the door handle, he stopped and turned to face me again.
"I am going to get you help, and you do not have to worry; it'll be human. "They'll help you around your space," he said to me, and not waiting to hear what my response was going to be, he opened the door and stepped out.
At that point I realised that the person I was dealing with was a bigger problem than I thought.
I had a job, I had a life, and now all of it has to be thrown awaybecause I was carrying a wolf child in me. Andrew made it more complicated by selling off the house without even giving me a heads-up.
Slowly, I helped myself to the couch; hot tears were already clouding my eyes, yet I was doing my best not to let them fall. My foster mother always told me that tears do not fix anything and are only a waste, but right now, I could not hold them back.
The living room, even though it was not the main living room in the mansion, looked quite bigger than the one at my house. The house now belongs to someone else, and I wondered how one person could own such a large mansion and call it their home. It looked more like a five-star hotel.
I took out my phone, wondering what I was supposed to do. The thought of calling Emily came to mind, but I knew she was part of the reason I had accepted to do this, and I did not want to make her feel guilty by making her think that she was making me go through hell. She would lose her medical licence and all of her years of work if it got out that she had made a mistake with the insemination, something I was not ready to do to a friend who had been kind to me for the past two years. Besides, Donald made it clear that I was not supposed to tell anyone about my stay in his mansion, and I intended to keep to that rule.
Out of frustration, I threw the phone back on the cream-coloured cotton couch as I let out a heavy sigh.
I stood up slowly as I found my way to the kitchen that was a few steps away from the dining room. I poured myself a glass of water, but just as I raised the glass to my mouth to drink, I heard footsteps behind me.
"Who's there?" I asked, looking towards the door.
I was about to take a step forward when a young woman who looked like she was about 16 came into view, standing right before the door.
She had the red-brown wavy hair, and her eyes...she looked so young that I became confused as to who she was because she obviously could not be the help.
"Hi, Madame Cassandra, I am Sophia, and I'm going to be your new help." She muttered in a soft voice that made me feel uneasy.
"You are my help? I mean, how old are you?" I asked her.
" I am 19" She responded.
"19? Sophia, you should be in college. "Why are you here?" I asked, unable to help the curiosity.
"I am working to raise the funds, ma'am, and I promise I am going to be on my best behaviour," she said to me.
At that point I could not explain the way I was feeling; the only thing I was sure about was I was feeling way worse than the way I was feeling before.
After a few seconds of silence I let out that breath of relief. "Okay, Sophia, I am also new here. "I hope we can get along, and you can call me Cassie, not Cassandra," I said to her.
"Okay, Ma. Is there something you'd like me to do for you right now?"
She asked me, and it felt as if that question made everything seem real.
"Anything is fine." I responded after gulping down the glass of water.
I walked back to the living room and was staring at the telephone with which Donald said I could call him if I needed to speak to him about anything.
Was I going to be right if I complained that Sophia seemed too young for such responsibility?