Chapter 11 A lie
ZORA
Damn him!!
His beta gladly threw me over his shoulder and carried me away.
"Let me down you monster!" I screamed and thrashed against him, but he didn't so much as budge.
That didn't stop me. I continued hitting his back with all the strength I could muster.
I heard him open a door and the next minute, I was thrown on a bed. I sat up instantly ready to take my chances with him but he was gone before I could blink.
I sighed in exasperation and screamed face down on the bed, then I sat up and looked around.
Ryker's room was surprisingly nice.
It had a king sized bed and an entire wall dedicated to cats. So much for being a big bad wolf.
Besides, since when did wolves become obssessed with cats??
I stood and paced around, running a hand through my hair, the tattoo on my chest glowed faintly in the room.
What was going to happen now? Why did he have me sent to his room? Is he going to hurt me? Or have his way with me? What am I going to do? There is no way he is just going to let me go especially as I almost escaped.
Oh my goddess, I'm fucking doomed. Just like I have been doomed since he appeared at the Church entrance. Just why is the universe treating me this way??
It was one thing that I had to suffer for having a mate, now, I'm suffering for trying to live my fucking life without a mate.
I pulled at my hair from the roots, welcoming the pain that followed.
There was nothing much to do asides waiting.
I sat at the edge of the bed and waited with bated breath for him to enter.
He finally made his entrance at exactly five a.m, just when I was dozing off.
He barely spared me a glance and moved to his closet to change out of his shirt.
"What are you going to do with me now??" I asked, cringing inwardly as my voice sounded raspy and echoed through the uncomfortable silence.
He didn't answer, instead, he turned his back to me.
"Are you going to lock me up in a dark room??"
"Tempting" he mumbled, his voice low and deep, sending goosebumps on my skin, "Move, I want to sleep."
I stood up instead and crossed my arms on my chest, glaring down at him as he laid comfortably on the bed. "How did you know?"
"That I'd be the one to kill you?? I just did."
"That I was leaving."
No response
"Seriously??" I scoffed, "now you are suddenly deaf?"
No response.
His back was to me again, so I couldn't see his face.
"What am I supposed to do as you sleep?"
"Play with yourself." He said in a cold voice.
I squeezed my eyes shut as that brought unwanted Images to my head.
"I'll take the couch then and wait till you wake up."
"The floor is more befitting." I heard him say.
"What??!" I gasped out,
"Sleep on the floor." He said coldly leaving no room for arguments.
I scoffed with disbelief and stared at the cold hard floor like it was the cause of my problems.
I dropped to the floor in annoyance, an angry frown plastered on my face. Since the real cause of my anger was less than four feat away from me, I imagined how I was going to kill him and get away with it.
If anything, now would be a really good time for him to listen to my thoughts so he can see just how much I hate him.
I felt a kick on my leg, just when I finished plotting and had began to sleep, on the cold floor.
"Stand up menga, you have people to save"
"Five more minutes." I pleaded to whoever it was.
"Sure, five minutes is enough time to kill your family."
I sprang up to my feet a little to fast, scanning my surroundings and feeling a bit disoriented. It was eleven a.m
"Good, let's go."
Oh right, I'm still here with this fucker!
I followed him out of his room breaking into a jog to be able to catch up to his strides.
"Did you hear me playing with myself??"
"I don't bother myself with filth, meiga"
"Yet, the life of your mother is in the hands of this filth." I snapped back.
He snickered in response, walking even faster, "the sooner you're done, the better."
I pursed my lips, not sure on how to reply. The only way I can be free is if I run away and be in time to save my family.
I scrunched up my nose in disgust as a wave of horrid smell drifted to my nose.
"I wonder what you are up to this time." I said to him, "Did you kill a rotten dog as a ritual for me to help with your mother?"
He ignored me again and walked even more faster, making me run after him.
He stopped outside the now familiar door and waited an heartbeat before he opened the door. My heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach instantly.
That horrid smell came from Lydia's room.
I stopped just outside the room and peered inside, maggots Covered Lydia's body and it was swollen and discolourized.
I moved my gaze to Ryker tentatively and found his murderous eyes on me.
"When you said she was in limbo, that was a lie, wasn't it?" His voice was icy and filled with needles that pricked at my skin.
That wasn't a question.
My throat went dry, I opened my mouth to talk but couldn't form words. Everything was working against me.
It isn't up to a week, yet her body is decaying like she has been dead for three months. How can this happen within four fucking days.
I tore my gaze from him, unsure of what to say.
The next second, my back was slammed against the wall and his hand was around my throat, Iiffing my feet off the ground..
"You killed my mother." He snarled in my face, his hand cutting air off through my airway.
"I didn't" I whimpered, tears gathering in my eyes due to lack of air.
"Since when has she been dead?"
I shook my head vigorously. He shouldn't ask me that. If he thinks she--
"Answer me!" He roared.
"Since the day I came." I whispered.
He released me as if acid poured on his skin.
I fell to the floor and clawed at my throat, coughing to freenup my airway.
My eyes widened as he proceeded to walk out without a word.
"Where are you going?" I furrowed my brows at him not sure if I should be worried or not.
"Make do on my promise." He turned to look at me, his murderous rage simmering beneath his piercing green eyes. His jaw was clenched as he smiled tightly at me.
Is it weird that I wish to run a hand through his stubble cheeks and assure him everything world be fine?
I must be running mad.
"......... going to kill yours."
Before l could protest, he disappeared.
He is going to kill my children and best friend. I'd finally brought my bad luck to them.
I laid on the floor and curled on myself.
I can't go back to nothing. If he succeed in killing my family, I would make it my life mission to make him suffer and kill him.
My tattoo glowed, as if agreeing with me.
I picked myself up and made a quick visit to the kitchen then I went to his room and sat on the bed like a good little doll waiting for its master.
The only difference between me and the doll was the knife in my hand.