Claimed

Chapter 2

Author Note

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A.M.

"Stop squirming Winnie, you can't escape punishment."

There is a hint of playfulness in his voice as we continue down the empty hallway. It isn't long before we reach his room. Unlocking the door he pushes open the massive mahogany door, with many intricate carvings. Shutting the door with his foot he walks over to his custom made bed dropping me softly onto his fur blankets from animals he has slaughtered in the past. The room is bright from sunlight coming through the curtains. I remain motionless on the bed for a moment. The sound of the locks clicking echo throughout the room. I roll over to my stomach crawling across the massive bed.

"Oh no you don't."

He pulls gently on my leg tugging me closer to the edge where he stands. Removing my shoes it doesn't take long before I continue to crawl. Hands on my waist turn me over. Face to face with my master he is inches away from my face, a smirk graces his lips.

"Winnie stay still so I can give you your punishment."

I shake my head no smiling slightly.

"You come to breakfast late, wear the wrong attire, have men touch you. Tell me why I shouldn't punish you."

I bite my lip nervously.

"You know that drives me crazy right."

He whispers in my ear before biting on my ear lobe slightly. He moves my braid out of the way to have better access of my neck. Careful he leans down more inhaling my scent before kissing then sucking on my tender flesh. A tingling sensation arises in me as I squirm more, due to nerves. He unlatches from my neck staring down at me with his grey storm colored eyes. Knocking soon breaks his concentration on me. Huffing in frustration he gets up unlocking the door in anger. As soon as the door swings open I sit up in shock.

"Mother."

Still in her apron from earlier this morning she bolts in, pushing past Xael.

"Get up off that bed right now Winnie. Make yourself decent."

"Old woman what gives you the right to step into my chambers without permission?"

My mother, Annabelle comes to stand in front of me, a look of disappointment on her face.

"I'm not afraid of you master Xael, never have, never will be. As long as I live and breathe under your ruling I won't have you defiling Winnie like she is some harlot that only you have access too."

"Mother!"

My face is beet red as Annabelle adjusts the front of my dress that is inches away from exposing my undergarments.

" Get up Winnie we are leaving."

I step down off the bed cautiously trying to avoid the intense stare of a livid wolf. With Annabelle dragging me along by arm we exit his room. Gabriel stands outside the room silently nodding at our presence before we continue quickly down the hallway to the slave quarters. Opening her room door she drags me inside. The bare floor cold on my naked feet. She lets me go once I am fully in the center of the small room.

"Sit down Winnie."

I comply sitting on a small stool near the window.

"How could you be so foolish?"

"I wasn't asking to be lead to that situation mother. It just happened."

"I've been telling you for years ever since you could understand, he has an unhealthy obsession about you. You need to keep your distance especially since you are of age. You are a woman. Forbidden fruit to him."

"Mother, I promise you nothing happened between us. He just kissed my neck. We've never kissed on the lips. I'm still a virgin. I admit this isn't the first time I've been in his bed but...."

"Hush Winnie. I don't want to hear any more. For now on you are to stay with me at all times and help me with my chores and daily duties. You are to sleep in this room with me for the time being."

"What! Why?"

"I may not be your birth mother, but you are my child. I raised you from the time you were a baby till now. You must know I am doing this for your own good.

"But all my clothes are in my room. I have no shoes. Your bed isn't made for two and this room is freezing. "

"He has spoiled you. You need to relearn what hard work is. One day I hope for you to be able to leave this place and live your life, until then all I can do is keep you safe."

She turns around walking to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Stay here. You need time to think."

Exiting out the room I watch the door close. I wait a couple of minutes before trying to leave out only to find it locked.

I can't believe this is happening right now. I can't help the feeling he has for me and I him or at least I think I do?

Walking over to the bed I lay down hiding underneath the flimsy blanket to keep warm. Tears begin to fall as I cry myself to sleep. A booming voice awakens me from my slumber.

"Where is she!"

Xael.

Mother: "Somewhere where you can't touch her."

I scramble up out of bed quietly, pressing my ear to the door to hear them speak.

Mother must have masked my scent somehow.

Xael: "I could have you thrown in the dungeon for your insolence. She better still be on this land."

Mother: "Do your worst. You will not be seeing her until you can control yourself. She is human and fragile. She does not want you and because of you she has no friends. A pariah among her own race. The maids here think she is a sex slave, selling herself for luxury. Winnie has a kind heart. I won't let you taint her any longer."

Xael: " I gave her to you to raise, remember that and I can surely take her away from you. I could sell you to a crueler master than me. Would you like that?"

Mother: "She would never forgive you. You know that. Your threats hold no weight as long as Winnie sees me as her mother, you won't touch me."

Xael: "I want to see her. You don't understand."

Mother:" I understand completely, but you can't force her to love you. I know my daughter and she will never love you freely."

He loves me?

Xael: "You know nothing of how I feel old woman."

Mother: "End this infatuation now, before you both get hurt."

It is silent once again as the hallway is quiet once more. Tummy rumbling from hunger the room starts to descend into darkness as I light the lantern in the room. Picking up my favorite Jane Austen novel left from my last visit to my mother's room I get comfortable under the covers. Time flies by, and soon I am asleep, with no food, cold feet, feeling miserable.