Your Leash - A Cinderella Phenomenon Fanfiction

The Bark and the Bite

Lucette

I awoke to the sun shining through my curtains and light breaths on my neck. I sighed happily, snuggling against the warm muscles pressed flush to my back. I never did get around to putting my nightgown back on after all. I smirked to myself. I could get used to this.

I rolled over so that I was facing Varg, running my hands up his bare chest. "My wolf, it's morning..."

He grumbled to himself, his eyes stubbornly shut before he pulled me flush to his chest. I rolled my eyes.

"Come now, we must get up at some point. We can't stay in bed forever."

Varg grumbled some more and growled low in his chest, pulling me closer so my face was flush with his skin.

"Quiet, Woman. I'm sleeping," he mumbled, his voice hoarse and grumpy. I felt my jaw drop open and I started to push against him with earnest.

"Are trying to MUFFLE my voice with your body?!?!" I accused, full of indignation.

He growled loudly now, one eye opening to look down at me. "Yes, I fucking am, but it doesn't seem to be working. Go back to sleep."

"You obnoxious, arrogant little- Let me up!" I snarled. When he failed to move, I shimmied one of my arms around his back and yanked on the small hairs at the base of his neck. He let out a string of curses and loosened his grip, and I took advantage of the time to slip out of his arms. I stood next to the bed, glaring down at him.

He rubbed the back of his head, eyes mutinous and dark. "What is the matter with you? For the love of all that is holy, it's not even breakfast yet!"

I crossed my arms and took a deep steadying breath before answering. Frankly, it didn't help much. "Do you know who makes the breakfast, Varg, here at the Marchen? We make the breakfast. No one is going to wait on you, so stop being entitled and snooty."

His eyes were wide and incredulous. "Says the Crown Princess whose room in her PALACE is as big as the houses in the town for families of FOUR!"

"Yes," I said, smiling deceitful sweetness. "Which is why it is exceptionally ridiculous that the Princess has to tell YOU to stop acting like the people here owe you something."

Varg sat up, rubbing his temples. "I didn't even ask for breakfast! I just said it wasn't even that time yet and- you know what? Nevermind!"

He jumped to his feet, not bothering to dress in more than the pants he slept in, before stomping into the hallway.

I sighed and shook my head back and forth before picking up the articles of clothing and standing by the door. Just as I knew would happen, the door flew open again 2 minutes later and he stopped short as he saw me standing there holding his boots and shirt.

"Oh..." he said, suddenly lacking his usual sarcasm, "Um, Lucy-"

I pushed his things into his chest and sent him stumbling backward into the hallway, before slamming the door behind him and throwing the lock. I grimaced as I realized I was still topless. That seemed to be a rather undignified way to argue. As I crossed the room to put on my own things, I distinctly heard Karma laughing loudly and Varg telling him to shut it before shuffling off.

I dressed simply and, thinking about Varg's comment about me being "too old for pigtails," spun my hair into an elegant bun instead. Typically I'd just ignore him, but him mentioning them made me remember that the reason I wore my hair that way is because that is how Mother always did my hair. So, at least for awhile, no more pigtails. It was a small step, but one I felt was important. I wasn't a little girl anymore. I had grown up a lot in the past few months, and I would need to mature even more once we were able to deal with Mother. As I reached the stairs that would lead me into the dining room, I allowed myself a small moment to mourn her, the Mother I remembered from childhood. No matter what she did, I would always love her. I just had to find it in me to love the people of Angielle more.