Chapter 7 Chapter 7

Amira's POV

I immediately looked away, pretending the floor was suddenly fascinating.

Alex was still standing in front of me.

“…Can you move?” I whispered, trying to sound polite, though annoyance slipped through.

“No,” he answered instantly.

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, I felt something cold touch my waist.

I froze.

Alex’s hand had wrapped around my waist, steady, guiding, pulling me toward a seat. He didn’t seem to realize what that simple touch did to me.

I didn’t recover for the rest of the meal.

I sat silently, mind blank, barely tasting the food in front of me.

That cold touch on my waist still lingered.

It was strange… unsettling… and yet, something about it made my heart feel like it had skipped.

Shameless, Amira. Absolutely shameless.

I glanced over and saw they were also done eating. Santiago stood up and left.

I wanted to rush to him but he'd long left before I could. I could only look back at the Alex and Maximus. They had wipe their mouth and look as if they wanted to leave also.

I didn't wait for that to happen. Speedily, I stood at their front looking breathless.

“You should wait.” My words were unclear.

“I need to know where Aphia is. Can you tell me?” I hurried and ask my question.

Only God knows if I didn't ask now, I might not be able to later, as they might just disappear as they did this morning.

“Why do you want to know?” Maximus suspicious voice woke me up.

It's true, why do I want to know. After how Aphia had sold me off and I should be happy I couldn't see him anymore.

“It's nothing.” I ended up saying.

“Okay..” Maximus shrug his shoulder and left.

“Phew.” I slumped into the chair, my eyes following the figure until it disappeared completely.

The three men weren’t around, yet the heaviness inside me didn’t lift.

Everything about this place reminded me of what I had become, someone who had been sold. Not for a day, not for a month… but forever.

I wouldn’t have to see that traitor, Aphia, again. Still, the pain refused to leave.

My chest tightened as I looked around, hoping, foolishly, that maybe I’d see him standing there. But there was nothing. Just emptiness.

Had he really left me here?

Yesterday, I almost saw him again. A small part of me had hoped he would change his mind, that he’d say this was all a cruel joke. But deep down, I already knew the truth.

As the hours passed, it became painfully clear, he wasn’t coming back. Aphia meant every word he said. And this… this was my new reality.

Tears slipped down my cheeks before I even realized it. I tried to hold them back, but they kept falling. Thankfully, no one was around to see me break down.

I cried until there was nothing left, no sound, no tears, just emptiness. Then I took a shaky breath, wiped my face, and pushed myself up.

The living room felt colder than before. I didn’t sit. My eyes kept roaming, restless, searching for something, anything.

Not for a person. Not even for comfort. Just… a way out.

I wanted to run.

I had told myself last night to accept this fate, to be strong, but standing here now, I wasn’t sure I could. If I already felt this trapped on the first day, what would happen after weeks? Months? I’d lose my mind.

My gaze swept around again, and that’s when I noticed it.

The servants were gone.

I had seen them earlier this morning, right before breakfast. But now… the place was silent.

I didn’t stop to wonder why. Maybe this was my chance.

If the goddess was kind enough to give me even the smallest opportunity, I’d take it. I’d run, far away from this place. Far away from Aphia.

My heartbeat quickened as I hurried through the corridors, eyes darting left and right, searching desperately for an exit.

But the hallways stretched endlessly. Every turn led somewhere unfamiliar, like the house itself was designed to trap me.

Minutes turned to hours. Frustration clawed at my chest.

What was I even doing?

I had been walking endlessly, searching and searching, yet I couldn’t find a single way out. Not even a hint.

It was as if this house belonged to a monster who had sealed every door to keep his victims inside.

The thought made my head spin.

And then—

I froze.

A sound.

A voice.

I turned quickly, heart pounding.

Someone was walking toward me.

I looked up and instantly recognized the woman walking toward me. It was Lily, the head attendant. She was the one who had given me all those strict instructions before I first met the three men.

“Miss Amira,” she called.

I wasn’t close to her, so I forced a polite smile. “Hello,” I said softly.

Her expression didn’t change. “What are you doing here?” she asked, her tone sharp and direct, completely ignoring my greeting.

I blinked, confused. “Doing… where?” I muttered, glancing around.

That’s when I realized it. I wasn’t in the living room anymore. Somehow, I’d wandered into a cornered hallway.

Heat crept up my neck as I scratched my head awkwardly, too embarrassed to meet her eyes. She probably thought I was one of those restless girls who couldn’t sit still.

Thankfully, she didn’t question it any further. “Please, follow me,” she said.

I nodded quickly and trailed behind her until we stopped beside a couch. I stood quietly, waiting. I didn’t dare sit before she did.

“Sit down,” she said.

“Mm?”

“I said, sit down,” she repeated firmly.

I froze for a moment. I’d heard her the first time, but… was she serious? She was the head attendant. Sitting before her felt wrong, disrespectful even.

I shook my head nervously, unsure of what to do.

Lily’s serious expression softened when she noticed my hesitation, and a small chuckle escaped her lips.

That only made me more suspicious. Was she trying to test me? Maybe even set me up for trouble with the triplets?

“Relax,” she said with a light sigh. “I’m not here to cause you any harm. Go on, sit.”

Her tone left no room for argument, so I finally gave in and sat down carefully.

To my surprise, nothing happened. No shouting. No punishment. Just silence.

Lily cleared her throat, her voice calm but steady. “I’ve already spoken to the servants in this mansion. From now on, they will treat you with the same respect as the triplets.”

I blinked, unsure if I heard her right. “What?” I asked, my throat suddenly dry.

“As the Luna of the Beadblood Pack, it’s only right that you’re treated equally,” she explained.

“You said what?” I almost choked this time, my eyes wide.

I stared at her, completely stunned. What she said wasn’t offensive, it was just… impossible.

There had to be a mistake. She couldn’t be talking about me.