Chapter 4 Slave

' I thought you would never call for me.' A deep male voice said, cutting her short of her thoughts. She turned her back too see Mackie, he still had on the same shirt he was when they met in the morning.

' I was starting to think you weren't real.' She said and stared at her bare foot, cold from the waves.

' I am, Anny. We met this morning and I tod you my name was Mackie and not young Master, remember.'

' But you acted like this never happened.'

' I never did Anny, I tried as much as I could to be informal with you.'

' Hmmm " She heaved, " I was scared you would never come.' She sounded sad and lonely.

' Of course I would show up Princess, I told you to think of me anytime you wish to see me.'

Only her Father called her Princess. Was her mind playing a trick on her? Was it an effect of loving someone? Was it because she thought of him all day?.

She needed answers.

He lifted her face up and held it in the right palm, it was soft compared to how the male's palm texture should be. He brought her face closer to him and met her lips halfway with his, gently doing tricks with his upper lip. She felt her strength leave her, her leg wobbling. She felt a whole new different sensation, one she wished would never stop.

' I missed you.' He whispered in a sexy manner.

' I missed you too Mackie. I feel so alone here, so far from y true family.'

He held her tightly and closely to him, Well you have me now Anny and forever, I will always be right by your side.' He said assuringly, patting her on the back.

She really wanted to believe it, wanted to take his words for it but she couldn't. This was nothing but a dream, a mere fantasy. They could never be together and he could never love her.

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' You look unhappy lately my child, what is wrong?' Number 2 asked, setting the dinner fr the large reunion their Master was holding.

' Hmm, I am okay Mamito.' She lied, wanting to cover up how hurt she was. It found it heartwarming that Number 2 cared but she knew it would be a foolish thing to confess about how forbidden fantasy love with a wolf whom barely noticed her.

' Don't lie to me My child.' She held her hand, looking into her eyes. " I can see sadness written in your eyes. Pour it out Child, it is better to share to ease the burden that let it eat you all up.' Number 2 assured.

' I am fine Mamito, I promise.' She lied and faked a smile to make it look real. She really wanted to confide in her but she had better not.

' It is well child, anytime you are ready to ease your heart, I will be right here.' She said and continued her work.

She heard their Master's car drive alongside some others.

Oh no! Not today please.

She pleaded in her head.

This wasn't the right time to have their barbarian rite. She wasn't ready to see the pains and hurts other pets went through.

How she wished for a better life.

She heaved.

As usual they crawled beside their Master, waiting for all to be over with. Annabel noticed Master was not alone, he had a young man beside him, one whose face was new to her.

Who could he be?

He looked quiet but had an unexpressive face on, his mood could not be predicted. Like the other wolves, he looked handsome too especially like Mackie. As her thought drifted to him, she ranksacked the whole room with her eyes trying to fish him out. He was no where in sight, not in the front of the room none the midst of the others.