Rejected, Then Reborn
Chapter 10

Lacy had a huge problem.

She was stuck in the bathroom, not knowing how she was going to come out.

It had been too intense in there, the room charged with so much s****l tension unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was so hot, enthralling… so frightening and so intense that she had just had to flee, her initial plan of being defiant one last time and actually grabbing clothes long forgotten in the heat of the moment.

But that wasn’t even the part that bothered the young human girl, the part that bothered her was this…

She had forgotten to take a towel.

Even the one thing the Alpha King had been generous enough to let her take along, she had forgotten. How stupid could she be?

Left with nothing else to do, she had just stayed in the bathroom, the shower still on, giving the impression that she was having a very long bath when in actuality, she was just staring at her image in the mirror, hoping that it’d come up with some genius plan to get them out of their predicament. She had been in there for so long, contemplating what to do that Lacy was actually surprised that the Lyken King hadn’t asked her to come out yet. She stared absentmindedly at her slowly healing bruised face, before her situation claimed her attention once more.

What to do, what to do?

Time was going and fast… and so far, Lacy had just one option. To don the same dirty clothes she had been wearing from earlier. She shuddered visibly as a cringe appeared on her face. She needed a better option than that, because that was certainly not going to do.

Wash them then!

Yes, she could do that… but there was no dryer in there, meaning she was going to have to wear the shirt wet if she did that, but that was just crazy, because it was almost the same as going out naked.

She could ask him?

Yes, it wouldn’t hurt to try, though she wasn’t sure anything positive was going to come out of that. So with that decided, Lacy approached the door, taking wet, tentative steps as though he could already see her, “Your Grace?” She called out shakily, realization dawning on her at her mistake.

f**k, that wasn’t his title.

Why was she so nervous?

Clearing her throat, she tried again, a little louder this time, “Your Eminence?”

“Two hours seem like a crazy amount of time to take a bath, Lacy… don’t you think?” He was right behind the door, his British accent making the question all the more frightening and annoying, but Lacy took a deep breath, willing herself not to become irritated or scared. “Couldyoupleasegetmeatowel?” Why she said the words so rushedly, Lacy had no idea.

“What was that?” The Alpha King asked, a great deal of amusement in his tone. It was obvious that he had heard her the first time, he just wanted to torture her.

“Can I please have a towel? I’m afraid I didn’t take any.” She repeated, a lot slower this time.

“Come out, human.”

This was not a request, it was an order if his tone was any indication. “But—but that—that wasn’t what we agreed on, Your Grace?”

“What is the point in handing you a towel if you’re going to take it off anyway, Lacy? Tell me.”

“To clean myself before I come out?”

“Fair point,” He conceded finally.

The door to the bathroom opened suddenly, frightening the dark haired girl totally, her hands flying to cover her private parts as best as she could even as a terrified shriek escaped her lips. “What? I had a spare,” He calmly said, handing her the towel, his eyes shamelessly trailing over her body lustfully. He chuckled when she hurriedly tried to cover herself up, her entire body red from embarrassment.

Lacy wanted the ground to open up and swallow her as she fixed the towel around herself. All this while, she had thought the bathroom her safe haven when the King could have just barged in at any moment he damn pleased.

Why did he have a spare key though? Was that how much of a pervert he was? Did he do this to the other women who stayed in the castle with him? She couldn’t help but wonder. So lost in thought was she that she didn’t realise she had dropped something until they fell on her feet.

Clothes.

He had added clothes to the towel he had brought her. Lacy looked up at him, “What? I’ve seen everything I need to see, after all.” He said, his tone suddenly quite harsh, “Hurry up and get dressed and let’s get right to signing the f*****g contract.” He left her standing there, mouth still open as she tried to wrap her head around everything.

For the first time, Lacy felt something she had never felt before.

Self-doubt.

Had he not liked what he had seen?

Yes, her breasts were a little too full for her liking, her h**s a bit too wide. She could have done with some more a*s, sure, and her stomach was most certainly not flat, but never had she imagined that someone would have her wishing she was a little more… perfect. He—he had had this blank expression on his face as though he hadn’t wanted to offend her in anyway, and goddess, he had dashed out of the room and away from her presence as though she was fire and he didn’t want to get burnt. Perhaps it had something to do with her bruised face? But he had seen that already, and had still gone ahead with his plans, meaning it had to do with her other worries.

Well what did she care anyway?

It was all for the best, she’d just play her part, and then hopefully, he’d allow her to go back home like she had always wanted.

With all of that resolved, Lacy finished dabbing at her body—she was almost dry by then anyway—and then she wore the clothes he had brought her, a baggy shirt and some fitting boxers. She trudged into the bedroom, where her captor sat in the seat she had left him in, waiting.

“Let’s get this over and done with,” She got right into it, ignoring the huge feast laid before her, not quite understanding why she was pissed off at him. He had already lay the contract on a small coffee table, and upon seeing her, he gestured for her to take the seat right next to him. “You may go right ahead then, Miss Reynolds,”

And so she did.

Non-Disclosure Agreement, blah, blah, blah… legally binding except for s****l acts which are to be discussed by both parties to greater lengths. Alpha’s tastes would overrule slave’s choices ultimately?

What was the entire f*****g point of the contract then?

Lacy’s face was so unbelievably red as she read through, seeing all the freaky details highlighted in so much detail that she was surprised she hadn’t burnt to ashes already… and who could blame her, she had only been with one man after all, and even he had treated her like dirt, but she had been so blinded by love to actually see it, and now here she was, currently reading a s*x agreement with the second man in her life as though they were just reading a f*****g daily newspaper. What made matters worse was the fact that his gaze was so fixated on her that she could barely think straight. Nothing she was reading was making any sense. “C—could I have this night to read through it?” She tried to beg, “No. You’re to go through and sign it now, and it goes into effect immediately.”

Lacy swallowed hard, trying to pay closer attention. No mention of being mates…

She looked up at him, questionably, “Why can’t I talk about being mates?”

“Because we’re not, and just the thought of that is ridiculous?”

Ouch.

The pang in Lacy’s chest was so bad that it was almost like how one felt when they’d had enough of their meal and didn’t want to eat anymore, only that this meal she certainly had to see through. She tried her best to read through the rest of the many pages, gods knew she did, but at some point, she just had enough and flipped to the last page, placing her signature where it was needed, agreeing to basically becoming the Alpha King’s s*x slave.

Reed looked at her as though she had lost her mind? “You won’t read through it carefully?”

“What is the point anyway?” She shot him a tired look, “You’re just going to overrule every reservation I have against it anyway, and actually, I am tired of fighting. You own me now… just use me as you please.” With that said, she stood up, “Would you like to take me now, your Eminence?” She made to take off her clothes, but he stood up, stopping her, “Stop. Get some rest first, I’ll let you know when I need your services. Just know that at some point, you’re going to regret not reading more carefully, but by then… it’d be too late.”

When he left, Lacy sashayed tiredly to the bed and collapsed right into it, letting all the tears out. How had it come to this? Was this what she had finally been reduced to, to w***e herself out for her own freedom?

She wiped her tears away angrily. No, she wasn’t going to give him her tears. She just had to fulfill her part of the deal, and make his life miserable as f**k while she was at it. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t had s*x before, he wasn’t taking away any special kind of innocence. She could do it… do everything he wanted, and then she’d go back home and forget it all happened.

Lacy lay there, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought until sleep finally had pity on her and claimed her in its warm embrace, her breakfast long forgotten.