Chapter # 100

ELIANA’S POV:-

With my body throbbing in pain, I could feel my wounded wrists were chains as I was lying on a mattress in a dark, dusty room. 

All I remembered before passing out was that Kyle was banging on my sons’ door and as I endeavored to stop him.

He hit me so hard that I lost consciousness and had no idea what he did to my sons.

“Argh…” 

Groaning in pain, my eyes blinked, adjusting to the darkness as I prayed desperately for their safety.

‘Please be safe, please,’ 

My heart skipped a beat in dread while cursing that asshole Kyle in my heart for lying to us and using a cheap trick to capture me. 

I had no idea what he did after knocking me out, if my sons were safe, if my house was safe, if Maddie was safe or not.

And here I was, kidnapped and disturbed. 

And surprisingly, I was not worried for myself but my children, for my home, for Denzel.

I was done being frightened of Kyle.

He couldn’t be worse than he already was, he had ruined my life already.  

“Shit,” 

I cursed when my hands were tied in front of me and my feet were chained to the corner, imprisoning me in this dustbin-like place.

When I was struggling with the restraints, scowling continuously under my breath the door slowly opened and revealed that bastard Kyle.

Emerging from the shadows, there he was with that dangerous smirk which only pissed me off. 

Glaring at his pleased reaction, my grip on the sheets tightened as I yelled furiously at him.

“What did you do to my sons…? I am asking you what did you fucking do, Kyle!?” 

He smirked widened, leaning against the wall with his hands closed at his chest. 

“What did you do, asshole!?”

My wrath increased, slamming my hands down at his lack of response. His smirk widened, testing my barely existing patience.

“Answer me! What did you-” 

“I lit your house on fire. If your mate will be on time, he ‘might’ be able to save your son,” He enunciated.

My heart skipped a beat in dread, the merest idea of how terrible it would dry my throat.

But, I won’t express my fright before him. 

Firmly believing in Denzel, I knew he wouldn't let anything raze our home and pack, he would definitely protect them.

“Then I am assured… Denzel will protect them, they will be fine,”

Exhaling in relief, bewildering him, I placed my hand over my heart.

“Why believe in him so blindly? What is the guarantee he will?” He scoffed, not liking me holding too much faith in him.

“I trust him wholeheartedly. I won’t make the same mistake I did with Armiz,” I enunciated.

Holding my head high, not allowing these restraints to induce terror in me.

They were nothing compared to the suffocation he made me go through by his immaculate acting. 

I had been scared of that unwanted marriage enough, not anymore.

“Denzel is my protector, he will come to rescue me, he will keep our children safe,”

“Ah, I swear, I should have killed them when you were freaking pregnant to end this ordeal,”

“Fuck you,” I hissed.

Not reflecting a slightest hint of dread that made his jaw clenched, displeased with my unwavering demeanor. 

“How could you be so blind towards him, Eliana? Do you have any idea what he did to me?!” He snapped, coming closer while telling me what he did.

“He killed my pack, my parents, he ruined my life,”  

He killed my parents too, he wasn’t a saint too, like hell his words would melt my heart or evoke compassion.

“That man you call your protector is the destroyer of endless homes!” 

Losing his composure, Kyle trembled slightly from the wrath and yelled outrageously.

“HE IS A FUCKING MONSTER!”

Voice breaking while screaming, Kyle was at a miserable point, panting heavily as I stared at him in disbelief, flinching at his level of anger. 

“He used to be the Harbinger of Death of the Crimson pack, he is evil! Whatever he is facing is the curse and result of his actions!” He scowled, stopping before me.

It took me a few moments to comprehend the depth of his talks. Lowering my head, my grip on my dress tightened as I started softly.

“Even if he was,” 

But all of it converted into utter wrath as I screamed back- 

“What faults did I have in this that you fucking ravished me!?”

“Because I wanted him to suffer!”

“To feel the agony he made me go through! I wanted to steal his mate from him HOW HE STOLE MY FUTURE!”

“You can try all you want, Kyle, but you will never succeed,” I hissed, trusting Denzel with our future blindly. 

Believing whatever path he would take in life from now on won't be menacing, it won’t be destructive…

“Whoever, however my Denzel used to be, I don’t fucking care. All I know is that he is mine and he WILL COME TO SAVE ME!” 

“SHUT UP!”

Discontented with my bravery, Kyle slapped me across my face, throwing me down on the mattress.

I yelped in pain, a growl not leaving me. I glared furiously at him for daring to raise his hand. 

Breathless, he couldn’t bear anyone supporting Denzel but why would I go against him when he hadn’t done anything wrong against me.

“I will fucking kill him, I swear, I will,”

I smirked, challenging him openly, “Try. People like you can never fight head on, you don’t have that courage,” 

“You will see!” 

Pointing his finger at me angrily, with fumes emerging from him, he walked away.

After he left furiously, I pressed my head harder into the mattress, closing my eyes to wrap darkness around me, curling my lips upwards.

“He will come,” 

Declaring sincerely, with all my faith, I didn’t move an inch, patiently waiting for the moment when he would come for my rescue.

“I am sure he will,”