Emily's POV
"He's a tough boy." Farh said.
At first, I thought I hadn't heard well.
Servants were sworn to secrecy, much more those who served directly with Alpha's and Lunas.
"He takes after his father's stubbornness." Farh added.
"You mean Alpha Damon III?" I asked Farh.
I could never get used to referring to them, or reversing them any less than I did.
Alpha's were the Moon Goddess ears, and eyes and heart on earth. They were not to be disrespected, that's what Nala said.
"He was a good man." He added. "I know deep down, Damon is too."
"I want to think the same." I sighed.
Farh turned off the car, which meant the air conditioner was gonna be off too.
"Why did you turn the engine off?" I asked him, surprised.
"I just remembered that all our conversations are recorded as long as the car is on." Farh confided, leaving me wide eyed.
"What sort of a life is this?" I asked myself, scared.
"You don't have to be afraid. It's hard and rough in the beginning. You both will soon start to ease into each other. Besides he's facing pressure from every angle you could possibly imagine. He's forced to corule in a space with two other Alphas who are older than even his parents. Everyone is trying to get their bite of the pack." Farh explained.
"That sounds bad." I concurred.
"That's why he needs you." Farh replied.
"You think he does?" I asked rhetorically, laughing. "He's told me multiple times that I do not have the brains for leadership of a pack this side, and I better do that which I can, which is to look good by his side. It's why we're here." I smiled.
Farh looked away, out of the window.
I followed his stare, and saw that Nala was already on her way to us. Someone wearing the orange uniform I saw them wear in the store carried my things behind her. Farh opened the boot from inside the car, and they dumped everything there.
Nala entered beside me, signifying the end of our conversation.
Once again, I'd been told to endure, not like it was anything new, or something I didn't know.
Deep down, I'd be silly to expect so much more. It's a contract marriage.
I slapped my thighs all the way home, in anticipation of whatever drama the rest of the day would hold.
Damon always collected briefings of the day from Nala, and I'm sure I'd be sitting on the red line, at least.
It was around evening when we got back, and Damon's car space in the garage was still empty. I gave a sigh of relief so loud that even Farh chuckled a bit.
"I will have these moved to your room upstairs, Luna." Nala said, and held the door open for me. I could really get used to that aspect of being a Luna.
I badly felt the urge to skip back into Dathan's room, but it would have been adding salt to Nala's injury, so I went to mine instead.
"Come in." I replied to the knock on the door, assuming it was one of the girls who Nala had instructed to bring in the shoes and clothes we bought. "Zyna!!" I screamed as I saw her. "I missed you so much!"
Not even all the amount of fatigue I felt stopped me from rushing and jumping on her.
Zyna was bigger than me, she had a wider bust too, she looked a lot more feminine than I did.
Working on the farm was beginning to tell on her. I could see sunburn on her face.
"How are you?" I asked my older, but best friend, as she laid on my bed.
"What do you think?" Zyna replied, unable to take her eyes off my room.
It's not the room Damon's mother occupied,, it was the one directly below it, but it was almost just as grand.
Perfect white and light pink hues were its theme.
The other dash of colours came from my other properties, properties I acquired in just a little over a month.
"Now I wish we could trade lives." Zyna said, looking at my room lustfully.
"I've realised that these things don't make one happy, Zyna." I said.
But she wasn't having any of it.
Zyna continued to look round and round till I finally put a stop to it.
"So, how are you?" I asked weirdly, two times, before she could even hear me.
"You've got to help me get out of the farm." Zyna shrieked.
"I'm sorry if I sound insensitive, Zyna, but working on the farm doesn't actually look too bad on you. Working in the palace is demanding, and inhumane." I whispered, looking from one point to another.
"Or you just don't want to help?" Zyna asked, crossing her hands over her chest.
"No, no." I immediately objected.
I didn't know how to tell Zyna that all I really was, was a figurehead. And that it didn't matter what I wanted, Damon would never change his plans because of me.
"I'll see what I can do about it. " I resigned. "How long have you been here?" I asked her, changing topics.
"Two hours." She replied. "Dathan, the Alphas brother kept me company." She smiled so sheepishly.
I wanted to smile back, but something primal, something innate felt a little tinge of jealousy.
I forced the smile either way, enabling Zyna to smile even wider.
"Damon will soon be back." I said, politely giving her hints that I needed to be excused, but Zyna just couldn't take it.
And she was not to blame. We were all orphaned girls, living in the palace with the Alpha brothers and Nala is what changed me, Zyna hasn't had that kind of exposure yet.
While she did look good, her denim trousers fitted too well with the top she had on, and at least, her phone was tapped.
"Before that," I said, "Tell me, I want to know how life on the farm is." I said, smiling.
"That's confidential." Zyna said, looking away animatedly.
So I stood up and drew closer to her.
"Tell me, what is it?" I asked again, with her face and mine almost touching.
"What do you think we Farm?" She asked me.
"Food, of course." I found the question a bit silly.
"We grow drugs." She smiled, kissed my forehead and stood up. "I'll be leaving now. We have a shipment to send out tonight." She added.
How much more skeletons does Damon have in his cupboard? Did Dathan know about it?
But that wasn't of utmost relevance.
"I'll see you out." I said.
"You will do no such thing." Damon announced his presence. "And who is she?" He asked, pointing to Zyna.