Chapter 4 scared
I slowly blinked as my head throbbed painfully. My vision was blurry while I tried to steady my surroundings. I attempted to scramble up, but the ache pounding through my skull was unbearable. Then, slowly, I realized I was on something soft. My eyes drifted downward, and I saw that I was lying on a bed.
Panic rushed through me. I immediately shoved the blanket off my body and looked down, terrified of what I would see. But I was still dressed in my gown. Untouched. The relief hit me so hard I almost collapsed again.
Those evil alphas. I thought maybe they would have forced their way on me, but nothing happened. Why though?
The thoughts clouded my mind until a darker memory slid forward. My mind drifted to Alpha Kaelrix, the one who told me I was being sold like some kind of sex toy. Sold. As a sex toy. So I was really sold by my own family? Wow. The realization tore through me, and tears stung my eyes. The disgust in his stare proved everything he said. I was sold. By the people who were supposed to love me.
I was nothing but a tool to them. A bargaining chip. A sacrifice. And now, I was certain Elara didn’t actually run away. It must have been part of their plans, all of it. They simply needed me out of the way. They never loved me. They never cared.
Consumed by my thoughts, I barely recognized where I was. My eyes widened as I sat up straighter. The sheets beneath me were silky and smelled faintly of roses. The room surrounding me looked like something out of a dream. It was large and quiet, with long white curtains that fluttered gently with the morning breeze. Everything looked expensive and elegant, too perfect, like a royal chamber. It was beautiful. Too beautiful. This was the room of a king, not a slave.
This room alone was far more luxurious than anything in our pack. I had never seen anything like it in my entire existence. Where was I? Whose room was this? Why was I here? And why hadn’t they touched me?
The panic began to return. Where were the two brothers? Were they waiting for me to wake up so they could do whatever they wanted with me?
My breath hitched as fear seeped deeper into my bones. I slowly slid off the bed, pushing the sheets aside. I was about to scramble toward the door, desperate for escape, when my gaze caught movement. One of the alphas was seated there. The one with short black hair. He sat on a couch with his legs crossed, flipping a dagger effortlessly in his hand.
The moment our eyes met, my breath tightened. My heart slammed aggressively against my chest, loud enough that even I could hear it. My knees buckled and I stepped back, my legs shaking. His aura was deadly, suffocating. His eyes pierced through mine so intensely that it felt like he was peeling my soul apart.
He hadn't just been sitting there. He had been watching me. Studying me. Waiting.
I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself, but my knee pressed against the bed behind me. His presence alone made my wolf shrink in fear.
"That’s what makes them deadly. You can’t feel their wolf," Lola, my wolf, whispered gently in my mind.
Relief washed through me. At least Lola was still with me.
"Where were you going to?" he suddenly asked, his voice deep and commanding. The sound alone sent chills down my spine.
My hands trembled, but I forced myself to sit back on the bed. There was no way I would let him know how scared I truly was.
I swallowed again, biting my lower lip. "Why do you care? Don’t act as if you own me," I responded, even though my hands were visibly trembling.
His lips curled, amusement flickering in his eyes. A dark chuckle escaped him as he leaned forward, spreading his legs apart as he rested his elbows on his knees.
"Little lamb, you’re trying to act tough?" he said with a low laugh that made something inside me curl uncomfortably.
That laugh alone confirmed what I already knew. This alpha was dangerous. More dangerous than the others. His aura screamed it.
"What do you mean?" I asked, refusing to back down. Fear was clawing at my insides, but if there was one thing life in my father’s pack taught me, it was to always stand up for myself. No matter the situation. No matter the pain.
"I’m just surprised," he replied, still flipping the dagger casually. "Seeing someone who fainted at the mention of sex trying to act tough. Interesting."
His lips twitched into a smirk.
Seriously? Who would be happy at the mention of sex? This alpha was insane.
"You mean I should be happy that you guys want to forcefully take my body without my approval?" I shot back, my eyebrows furrowing in anger.
He tilted his head, his smirk deepening. "You’re already sold to us, little lamb. That means you’re ours. We decide what to do with your body."
Rage surged through me, burning hotter than the fear. My hands trembled so violently that my nails dug into my palms. The term little lamb made me want to scream. It made me want to claw his eyes out.
I blamed my father for this. I blamed them all. I hated my pack. I hated my family so deeply I wished they would all disappear. I wished they would feel the pain they caused me.
I just wanted to run. Run far away from all of them. From these beasts. From this nightmare. I just wanted everything to end. I just wanted to disappear.
But I lifted my chin higher, refusing to let the tears fall. I would not break before him.
"There’s no way I’m going to give you alphas my body willingly," I snapped through clenched teeth. "Because I do not like you. Any of you. So it’s better you kill me now and find someone else, because I will never allow any of you to touch me."
He didn’t get angry. He didn’t yell or threaten me immediately. That would have made sense.
Instead, he leaned back slowly, a devilish grin spreading across his lips. "Don’t even think about running away," he murmured. "Because if you try, with just one snap of Kaelrix’s fingers, your entire pack will be wiped off the map."
I froze.
How did he know I was planning to run away? Did he read minds?
"What if I don’t care about the pack?" I asked quietly, challenging him.
He burst into heavy, mocking laughter.
"What if?" he repeated. "Little lamb, the fact that you even asked that question shows you do care. Are you trying to test me?"
His voice was smooth and husky, vibrating through the room, making my heart skip despite my fear.
"Well, I don’t care," I insisted. "All I know is that you and your so called mysterious brothers are not touching me. You’re not getting my body."
His smile vanished, replaced with something darker, sharper. He stood up slowly, flipping the dagger once more before letting it fall into his palm.
"What if I decide to fuck you right here, little lamb?" he asked calmly as he took slow, menacing steps toward me.
His footsteps echoed in the silent room.
And my heart stopped.