Chapter 9 CHAPTER NINE: QUESTIONING AT BREAKFAST

SHARON’S POV

A knock on the door had woken me from my slumber. A groan left my lips as I turned to the other side. I did not say word hoping that the person at the other end would take the hint and leave.

But they didn't.

They carried on knocking again and again until every ounce of sleep had left my eyes. A sigh of defeat left my lips as I sat up on the bed, stretching my limbs.

“Come in,” I said.

The maid from last night reappeared.

“Good morning,” she greeted. “The alpha insisted that I help you prepare for today's activities.”

My brow hiked afterwards.

“Activities?” I asked.

The maid nodded, “yes. Unlike last night, the alpha wishes that you join him at the dining table for breakfast.”

My blood froze in my veins. The thought of being anywhere near Morris made me feel something. I could not exactly describe it. Some would say I was excited, others would say I was anxious. I did not know if it was because he was an fierce, intimidating alpha that made me feel these overwhelming sensations. But whatever these feelings were, I had to get rid of it.

Turning to the maid I said, “do not bother I will get ready myself.”

The maid nodded in understanding. She took the tray I had used last night, bowed once again, and left the room. Once she was gone, I laid back on the bed, staring at the canopy above it.

I knew Morris would want an explanation, and it was safe to say that he had the right to demand such. He had found me in his territory twice without a home or a solid reason for being there in the first place. And then he sheltered me, offering me a helping hand.

The least I could do was give him an explanation as to where I came from but that was a risk I was not planning to take.

Do I lie?

I will figure that out before I face him, hopefully.

Somehow, I willed myself of the bed. I shed off my night wear and made my way to the bathroom. I did not spend as much time in there as I did last night.

I had a long waiting for me after all.

The most of my time was spent choosing what to wear. All the dresses in my closet were so… lavish. I wanted something simple, something that would not draw much attention to me.

I settled for a baby in gown with sleeves reaching my wrists and a neckline that exposed my cleavage a tad bit. I kept my hair down, finding no use for any makeup or styling.

My eyes remained glued to my reflection in the mirror. Once I summoned the courage to finally leave my room, I did. The palace was rather large and the halls twisted in ways that left me confused.

But then, a certain blue eyed hulk of a man appeared. He was tall, muscular with a jagged scar running across his face. He had a few strands of jet black hair falling above his eyes. He was also intimidating but not as much as Morris.

“You must be Sharon,” he said, standing before me. I did not expect him to speak to me, I tried to avoid eye contact with him as much as possible.

I stuttered out a response. “Um, yes. Yes, that is me.”

“You seem to be quite lost,” he said, and I nodded. “Where are you headed?” He asked.

“The dinning room,” I said quietly.

“You are going the wrong way, then. It is this way,” he said, pointing at the opposite direction. “I was heading there myself. Follow me.”

He did not even wait for my response before walking down the hall. I followed right behind him, muttering a “thank you” I will never know if he really heard.

When we arrived at the dining room, I was not at all shocked by its grandness. However, I did marvel at the interior décor.

The heavy chandelier hoisted above the rather long table was a sight to see. The table stretched on, having about twenty chairs on either side. I began to wonder just how many people would be joining us for breakfast when I set my sights on the platters set out on the table.

All kinds of scrumptious scents lingered in the air which made my stomach grumble.

But the most eye catching thing in the room was the man sitting at the head of the table. His eyes were glued to a couple of documents laid out before him, his eyebrows drawn and attention undivided.

The only time Morris lifted his head was when I attempted to pull the seat out for myself.

“Let me,” he said, rising to his feet and taking out the seat to his left for me.

“Thank you,” I said, appreciative of his chivalry.

He only nodded before taking his seat once again. The man who had helped me find this room took the seat to Morris’s left.

Once we were all seated, three maids stepped forward and helped us dish out our meals. My mouth watered at the steaming hot plate of blueberry pancakes with syrup and coffee. There was also some toast, eggs and bacon. They made sure to dish out a portion of each on my plate. Once they were done, they retreated to the background.

I was ashamed by my lack of manners, but I just could not stop myself from digging in. I stuffed my face with pancakes, humming as the flavors melted on my tongue. It took me a moment to realize that both men had not touched their plate and spent the majority of their time staring at me.

One with amusement and another with a twinge of astonishment and disgust.

My cheeks heated up with embarrassment. With a mouth that was still very much stuffed, I muttered, “sorry.”

“Don’t be. Help yourself,” Morris said, his eyes holding nothing but a soft kindness.

Until the other man spoke.

“Yes, and once you are done, you can tell us who the hell you are. And if I were you, I would not dare lie.”

And just like that, my appetite had vanished.