Dangerous Lycan: Claim Betrayed Luna’s Second Chance Mate

I didn’t know how much of a big deal this was but Magdaleneand Donna didn’t seem to take the news as I did. Even if I had been invited to his chambers, I still didn’t feel like it was a big deal. I had been to Ryan’s chamber all the time and it became a normal thing.

“This is not Ryan. This is Kieran. The Lycan king. He neverjust invites anyone to his chambers. Perhaps he has plans,” Donna said.

Magdalene had invited us in and closed the mini mart just so Icould have enough time to prepare for this meeting.

“I still feel that all of this is not necessary. I just needed a change of dress and that’s all.”

“You need more than a nice dress to see Kieran. You need to look your best. You never know what his plans could be.”

“There is nothing special about this. Trust me.”

“Well, we are sorry, we can’t,” they chuckled as they kept on with the arrangements. Donna already began with my hair. While Magdalene patched up a dress she thought would be nice.

“Here you go,” she handed me the dress.

“Come on, try it on. Let’s see if it needs a little more adjustment.”

“Okay, lets give this a try. If it’s not to my taste, I’ll get to wear what I want.”

“Okay fine. Just try it out.”

I stood in front of the mirror and watched myself as soon as I put it on. Magdalene had done a perfect job, she really did have eyes for beautiful things. It was short, with a sweetheart neckline that marked out my curves nicely. I didn’t even notice I had that until now. The golden lace design on the cleavage of the dressadded a touch of elegance.

Just perfect.

Donna walked over and adjusted the drawstring at the waist and it fit better. The dress hugged my hips and had a slit that showed off my legs as I mimicked a walk. I just couldn’t stop staring. I had missed dressing up for something or someone. Getting to look my best for a party. Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes even if I tried to hold them in it just fell freely down my cheek.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

“Why are you crying? You don’t like the dress?” Magdalene asked.

“Of course I do.”

“Then why are you crying? Are you hurt.”

“I just miss this. Having to look this nice. It’s been hell ever since I left home. Haven’t even gotten time to look after myself.”

“It’s okay. We are here for you.”

“Thank you.”

“Now, lets work on that face. You can’t go there looking like someone just died.”

“I still feel we are doing too much.”

“Do you like the way you look Clara?”

“Yes of course, I do.”

“Then enjoy the moment. Just bask in it. Whatever happens after this, you know that you have had the makeover you have solely missed.”

I nodded in response without saying anything.

After fixing my makeup and brushing my hair, I couldn’t recognize the woman I had become. Lost in so much pain that I have actually forgotten how beautiful and gorgeous I once were. I still remember how Raymond used to praise me. He worshipped the ground I stepped on. Now all I had were enemies and people who just wanted to own me.

“Thank you so much Magdalene. Really, this means so much to me.”

“You are welcome darling. Go have some good time. He wouldn’t resist you. Bring only the best news back.”

“Sure, we have to get going now.”

Donna and I walked back to the building. Walking back felt different. I didn’t know if it was the dress or the concealer that hid away the scars on my face. But there was this boldness that just sprung up from the moment that I walked out of the mini mart.

“This is where I would have to stop you Clara, you go to his chambers from here now. You look absolutely gorgeous.”

“Thank you. I would get to you as soon as I am done with this meeting.”

“Okay, that would be nice.”

“I have to go now,” I said as we patted ways. I wasn’t really familiar with Kieran’s chamber but I just walked on letting my instinct lead until I got to a door. And then I knocked.

“Your majesty,” I said with a smile as soon as he unlocked the door letting me in but he did not respond.

“Clara?”

“Yes, you sent for me,” I still had my smile.

He said nothing at first only looking around me.

“What is this?” He asked. The smiles on my lips suddenly evaporated. My brows already knitted as confusion set in. I didn’t exactly know what I had done wrong or maybe doing wrong.

“What is what?”

“I haven’t seen you for a few days and now you look even worse than you previously looked.”

I scoffed, “What’s that supposed to mean? Do you know how long it took me to dress this way?”

“Well, perhaps you shouldn’t have bothered. You should have let my stylist work on you.”

“Where were you all these days? I stayed in that room for days with even a change of clothe. I had no place to go. Besides what is wrong with the dress?”

“It’s not just the dress. It’s everything. The way you look, the way you smell. Your hair is supposed to smell like pure lavender. That’s how she smells.”

“Who? Your mate? Kimberly right?”

“How did you know that name?”

“You know the first day you saw me in that meeting. When you walked up to me you called me a name. Kimberly that’s what you said. At first I thought it was just some way of getting to talk to me but then I had the dots connected. That was why you said that you wanted me right? So maybe you could make me look like her.”

“That’s not the point here. All I am saying is that you look trashy and below standards and I cannot have a meeting with you looking like this.”

“Well I am sorry I have no better clothes. I have no money nor lavender oil.”

Kieran clapped his hand and a guard ran in.

“Call me the stylist,” he ordered.

“Just so you know, I am not Kimberly. I am Clara. And I have my style.”

“Well your style is classless. The sight of you irritates me, I can’t even look at you right now. Just seat over there and don’t speak until the stylist arrives.”

As we awaited the stylist, Kieran said nothing. Neither did he look at me. Deep down I felt the last bit of pride I had left crushing. No man had ever tagged me classless. I just wanted to walk away and never look back. But I just sat there wondering how much of a beast he saw me as.

“Sire, the stylist is here.”

“Bring her in.”

The stylist, a middle aged woman walked in holding a bag.

“Mrs Catherine, meet Clara over there,” he pointed to me, “fix her.”

Fix her? He just couldn’t use a better word. Kieran always like to be possessive. He always like to show everyone that he owned me. And as much as I wanted to disagree with this, I knew that after I signed that contract I signed most of my freewill to him. I led the stylist to my room and she began what she had been called for.

“Can I ask you a question ma’am,” I asked.

“Yes, sure,” she had always had this smile on since she walked in perhaps it came with the job of a being a stylist.

“Is it a bad dress?”

“Not at all darling.”

“And the make up?”

“You look just beautiful.”

“Okay,” It sounded almost like I couldn’t believe her.

“It’s Kieran right?”

“What?”

“I mean he put those thoughts in your head. I know it could be wrong of me saying this but you don’t have to listen to everything he says. He can’t actually make you look like someone else. No one can and no one should.”

“Look like someone else? Is this what this is about?”

“Lets get started.”

“Come on talk to me.”

“I have spilled too much on this, Kieran would not like it at all.”

After those words, she said nothing again as she just kept on with the hair. She would stop for a second and look through a paper before she would continue. I watched her for a while without saying anything. She just kept on looking at it and whenever she turned towards the mirror, I would just look away like I had not been looking ever since.

“What are you looking at?”

“Huh, what?” She stuttered.

“You seem to be looking through something. I was wondering what it was.”

“Oh it’s nothing,” she smiled, “Have a look,” she handed me a mirror as I looked at my new look. It was nothing close to how I liked to look. First my hair was high up in a bun with a red lipstick drawn across my lips. I didn’t know how I would have to walk around looking like the ladies from the regency era but in this case, everything was just a bit too extreme.

“I… uhmmm.”

“What? You don’t like the way you look?”

“I just feel that the lipstick is a bit too much.”

“No, its just perfect. Look, this is just how much he likes it. Trust me you would be happy about this. You know being beautiful you need to make a little sacrifice.”

“Wow! I didn’t expect that from a stylist.”

“Don’t worry you would understand soon. Oh I think I left the lavender oil. I will be right back let me go and get it. Please seat tight so you dint get to ruin the make up.”

She patted my back and walked out of the room. As soon as she was gone, I left the seat and headed for the purse. The same one she had sneaked the piece of paper in. Just a few depths down, it wasn’t just a piece of note as I had thought. It was a photo of a lady, her hair was up in an arranged bun just the way Mrs Catherine had made mine and her lips just as reddish as she had painted mine. And I knew just then that I was right.

“What the fuck?!”