Chapter 48 Waves
Amara POV
There were lots of stairs, annoyingly enough. But once we got there, the chain was removed from the collar and I was let in.
The doors close behind me, leaving me alone to.. I’m not even sure at this point. Sit and think? I need to get out of here. I don’t know what he’s planning.. but I don’t belong here.
My head pounds as I take a deep breath trying to relax.
The east chambers are.. quite unlike anything I’ve seen before, honestly.
Not cold. Not like a dungeon, or a cell. Not even remotely cruel.
The ceilings arch high overhead, carved with intricate patterns that shimmer faintly in the firelight. Deep crimson drapes frame tall windows. A massive bed sits against the far wall, layered in silks and furs so soft they look poured rather than placed. Gold accents glint subtly along the furniture, not gaudy, but deliberate.
This is not what I expected. Far from it.
My hand rises to my throat without thought, causing me to wince.
The silver collar itched like no other.
Smooth. Polished. Only makes me feel as if I were a human slave.
It doesn’t burn much unless I move it. The moment I test it, even slightly, pressure builds behind my ribs. The urge to shift is there, but the ability isn’t.
My beautiful beast is contained.
My jaw tightens.
I want nothing more than to get out of here. The drugs have worn off but.. my wolf is useless under the silver. I should find something to pry it open with.
I close my eyes and try to link Sebastian again.
“Sebastian? Please, tell me you hear me.”
I wait and wait, but get nothing in return. I can feel him though, it’s strange. I feel as if he’s closer to me.
As much as I hope so, I can’t help but fear what Leviath will do to him if he realizes.
A sigh escapes me as I close my eyes.
This is going to be difficult.
As I look around I notice a long table has been arranged near the fire.
I pause.
For a vampire kingdom, I nearly expected something lacking in.. well, actual food. Or maybe bowls of crimson. Raw meat. Some cruel reminder of what they are.
Instead, the food is.. beautiful. It surprisingly looks incredibly edible. And goddess am I hungry.
Golden roasted chicken glazed with herbs and citrus. Buttery potatoes dusted with flakes of green. Steamed vegetables bright with color, still glistening. Fresh bread stacked neatly in a woven basket, steam curling from the jagged edges. There’s even a small cake drizzled in some dark icing.
It smells warm and delicious. My stomach betrays me instantly with a loud growl.
As I step closer to the table, I notice them. More humans.
Two female servants stand near the door, dressed plainly, their heads bowed. They’re actually alive, though. It’s an odd thing, not growing up near humans and now finding myself surrounded by them.
The humans have known and lived with other species for centuries now. But there were none in the pack I grew up in. Alpha Brock didn’t like them. He said they were at the bottom of the food chain, and were disgusting, weak creatures.
One of them meets my eyes for half a second before quickly looking away. I took note that they seemed closer to my age, and neither of them seemed to have any bite marks or scars. At least, from this far away I couldn’t see any.
“Odd,” I murmur quietly.
I pull out a chair and sit slowly. I tear a piece of bread and bring it to my nose. It’s fresh and warm.
There’s no off smell to it.. so I place the piece in my mouth. Doesn’t seem poisoned.
At least, not that I can taste.
Reeeeaal smart of you, Amara.
I force myself to take another bite. Then a forkful of chicken.
It’s seasoned perfectly.
The normalcy of it feels so incredibly wrong.
But as I eat the delicious food, my thoughts begin to spiral.
Daughter.
The word coils in my mind.
If he’s telling the truth, then my entire life has been built on a lie. My birth, my mother.. My so-called father. My brothers.
Sebastian.
My throat tightens around the next bite.
What will he do when he finds me?
Because he will. I just have this gut feeling. Something is going to happen soon.
And when he learns what I might be.. My fingers curl into the edge of the table. I felt as if things with him were starting to.. actually get somewhere.
Would he still look at me the same way? Or will I become something political. Dangerous. Unacceptable.
The Lycan king cannot have a half.. vampire queen. Can he? A hybrid.. as Leviath called me. What does that mean for me? Who am I?
The fire pops softly in the hearth causing me to jump.
I really need to calm myself before I freak out entirely
After I finish, I decide to look around the room a bit. There is a few windows, after all. Maybe, I can escape through one somehow. And the thunderstorm outside will cover my tracks and scent.
I notice once I get up, the servants are gathering the dishes and whatever food was left over to take out.
I walk to one of the massive windows, pulling back the crimson curtains and hoping to find a latch.
“Goddess, yes.” There’s an entire door here. One with what seems to be a balcony just outside it. I reach for the knob and open it, stepping out into night but I was met with confusion.
I step closer, noticing it’s definitely not raining like I thought and I can’t see the ground.
How fcking high off the ground is this dmn tower? And what is that sound?
I look around, trying to focus my eyes on anything. It takes a few moments but I see them. Waves crashing against rock, sounding like a thunderstorm was ravaging the world. There’s no way.
Waves?
Dear goddess..
There is no ground below.