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Atasha's Point of View
After that wild altercation that happened at the mansion, we both found our way back to the small cabin where the two of us stayed the last time. Because of the punishment that he received from his father, he is not permitted to go back to the mansion. Therefore, the shabby couch is where the two of us are now seated, wondering what to do next.
"In order to interrupt the ceremony, we only need one piece of proof to establish on Alpha that your sister Astrid is a fake Devaraugh and that she's only telling lies," Elijah said.
He’s also not allowed to go back to Veronica’s place. I guess that’s why Veronica didn’t bother to stop them when they were both fighting. She may also have been hurt by getting punished because of her two brothers.
"Well, we don’t have any evidence." First, she’s now wearing cosmetics to conceal her face so we no longer both look alike. I also noticed her total physique was now different. Second, she now controls Zach and even Margaux, who is now considered her sister. Third, you’re not in a position to cause any trouble at the ceremony, especially since Alpha grounded you and we’re not allowed to go back to the Mansion without any word from Alpha Gregory himself. So inshort, it's imposible."
He then began cooking some food and didn’t bother to respond to what I said to him. I perhaps said too much which makes him worried that we don't have any choice at this moment.
When I saw him in such a state, I knew it could only mean one thing. He is determined to get away. Now he wants to go away from all of this pressure and stress about what to say next.
I noticed with Elijah that he keeps himself busy instead of getting enraged or saying something terrible. Especially if he's talking to me. This is what I love about him. Though he was so hot-tempered to the people around him when it comes to me he's trying his best not to. I noticed it just now. After I'm giving him negative responses he was trying his best to stay positive so that I'll not be worried.
Cooking was almost like a method for him to ease his mind. As soon as I realized what he was trying to tell me, I pivoted and started tidying up our shared space in the house as he continued to cook. I started sweeping the floor after grabbing the broomstick from the corner of the room.
It would be best for all of us if I cooperated and let him know that I could empathize with how he is currently feeling. He is correct; we will, in the end, be able to figure it out. We simply need some time to gather our thoughts and take a step back, and then we can begin creating a strategy to prevent Astrid and Zach from getting the throne.
After that, I went inside our room, where I was surprised to find spider webs all over the ceiling. After that, I went to remove some of the dust that had accumulated on the bedsheets, wash some of his older clothes, and clean his shoes. Everything should be clean and tidy.
When I clean his shoes, he always displays his appreciation for me. I can still recall the occasions when we were staying at Devon's house. I'll clean his shoes and clothes while he's out getting some food or preparing our lunch while he's hunting outside.
When he came home wearing his slippers instead of his shoes, it made me so glad to watch him smile since he had a clean pair of his shoes waiting for him.
"It was like the old days, isn’t it? When we’re from Devon’s place? "
"Absolutely, this was something that I missed. This setting is Like two of us, doing normal things," he said while sipping his glass of whiskey.
"You know what did I miss?"
"What is it? Devon's house?"
"Breaking tables,"
I choked out on his response and he quickly grabbed the glass of water for me to drink. I drank all of it and he was rubbing my back. While rubbing my back his hands slowly traveled to my buttocks. I then gave him a furious gaze. "What are you doing back there Elijah?"
"Just appreciating the beautiful things that were provided to me by the Moon Goddess."
I rolled my eyes at him, he was such a sweet talker. But I can't help but blush because he's always trying to make me embarrassed with his words. Even though we're in a terrible situation right now, Elijah is still the Elijah that I know ever since I was a slave of him.
"You never change, you're always being naughty all the time."
As I was saying this he already massaging my back while we were both standing in front of the sink. I put away his glass of whiskey and washed his glass. He's now from my behind while giving me a massage. My mind was now more relaxed than ever. His hands were so good at pinpointing the muscles that needed some massage.
"Can I fuck you baby? You make me hard," he whispered into my ear and I could feel his groin touching my buttocks already. I left a moan when he began touching my breast and kissing the back of my neck. His lips were so soft and his warm breath sent shivers to my spine. I felt goosebumps around my body. His bulge is now getting so hard and it's brushing to the back of my thighs. He slips his hand into my pants and when his large hands went into my slit. My mind went crazy when he began nibbling my ear then he switches it on kissing and licking it which made me ticklish.
"Baby, you're soaking wet." He then made me turn around and he removed his shirt. "Baby, let's break some tables tonight," I replied.
