Chapter 47 CHAPTER 047
Soren stirs and instantly, his head throbs as a sharp, splitting pain pulses at the back of his skull, dragging a low groan from his throat as consciousness claws its way back.
Soren inhales sharply and immediately freezes as he feels rough rope digging into his skin, cutting into circulation as his arms are forced behind the back of a metal chair. His ankles are tied too, secured to the legs, leaving him completely immobilized.
Soren’s eyes snap open, and darkness greets him at first, then slowly shapes begin to form as his vision adjusts to a flickering bulb that hangs from the ceiling, brightening the space around him.
Suddenly, the door opens. Soren sees a shadow first before an alpha steps into the light, and Soren frowns immediately as he realizes he doesn't recognize the bastard. For a moment, Soren thinks the bloody alpha is from the underground ring, but Soren swears he has never seen this asshole before.
“Finally, you’re awake. I was getting bored waiting for you. It would be a shame to get rid of you while you’re unconscious,” the man begins, popping a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it, huffing smoke into the air.
“Who the fuck are you and where is my sister?!” Soren demands with murderous eyes. “If you touch a strand of hair on her head, I swear to God, I’m going to fucking kill you and leave your corpses in a dump!”
The man’s laughter starts from his shoulders before it vibrates through his throat mockingly, his eyes glinting dangerously as he looks at Soren. “You’re one funny, Beta. Now, I know why my father wanted a piece of you so bad, but you killed him.”
Realization hits Soren almost too quickly. “You’re the big boss’s son."
The alpha hums in response and takes another drag of his cigarette. “Yes, he was my father."
Soren's eyes harden. “Where is Iris?”
“You don’t have to worry about your sister. She wasn't my target; you are. I only needed to pull you away from those bodyguards of yours, and she was the perfect bait,” he smirks. “Someone would’ve picked her up by now.”
“So, what do you want? Revenge?” Soren mocks with a laugh. “Your father was a pig who deserves to rot in hell. He was lucky I didn't kill him sooner. He was asking for it whenever he opened his damn mouth."
The man’s eyes finally go mad, and sharply, he grabs Soren’s jaw, clenching it hard. “Quite the sharp tongue you have there, Beta. I’ll have a lot of fun cutting it off."
Soren’s teeth grind against each other as pain shoots through his jaw, but his eyes don’t waver; they lock onto the alpha’s with wild intensity. “You think you can scare me with that?” Soren laughs, voice low and raw, the rope cutting deeper into his wrists as he strains against it. “If I can kill your damn father, I can also do the same with you.”
The alpha’s grip tightens, and then, slowly, his lips twitch into a taut smirk. “You’re overestimating yourself, Beta. You’re in my abode, and I’ll enjoy breaking you before I end you,” he lets go of Soren’s jaw with a shove, and with that, he leaves, slamming the door shut behind him, and Soren is left alone in the pathetic excuse for a bulb.
Soren exhales a sigh and throws his head back on the seat. He can’t believe his fucking luck, and he certainly can’t imagine karma would be biting back in his ass so soon, but he would gladly kill that bastard again.
Soren's mind races with the thought of Iris. Soren prays to every god listening to keep her safe until he gets out of here. Those stupid guards better be useful for once in their damn lives.
Soren wriggles his hands through the ropes, but they cut into his wrists instead. Soren has to give the damn alpha the damn credit for how tightly he has Soren restrained. He can still feel the hit at the back of his head. He feels dizzy.
Soren leans back against the chair, rolling his shoulders carefully, testing the limits of the restraints, but gives up a second later as it cuts more into his flesh.
Soren throws his head back and shuts his eyes; however, the peace doesn’t last long because in the next hour, the door bursts open without warning, jerking Soren from his little rest to find the same alpha, but with restlessness in his eyes as he paces in front of Soren, who frowns at the sight.
“What's got your pants in a twist?” he asks.
Sharply, the alpha crowds him again, grabbing his face again more roughly than last time. “You’re Reign Montgomery's fiancée.”
Soren’s eyes twinkle. “Don’t tell me you’re scared now?”
The alpha laughs, his eyes turning sinister. “No, I just never imagined that a lowly beta and underground fighter is actually the fiancée of the only Enigma to exist. I didn't realize I’ve hit the fucking jackpot.” The grin on his face gets bigger, and then he slowly traces his thumb over Soren’s jaw, feeling his skin. Soren grimaces in disgust.
“You’re so pretty for a beta. I can see why a powerful man like Reign would choose you. Before he comes to pick up your corpse, I will have my fu—”
Sharply, his words are cut off with the sound of loud gunshots and the loud thud of bodies hitting the floor.
Instantly, the alpha puts out his gun as he turns his head to the door, but Soren smirks at the distraction as he kicks the gun out of the alpha’s hand in one swift motion, and in one powerful tug, Soren snaps the ropes around his wrist while the alpha scampers for the gun at the corner of the room but before he can grab the weapon, Soren grabs the chair and smashes it against his head.
Soren smirks as the alpha drops unconscious with blood gushing from his head. Soren tsks in disappointment at the easy kill. He expected some sort of challenge. “Shame, you passed out so quickly," he spits over the body and drops the remaining piece of chair in his hand and grabs the gun, realizing the gunshot from outside has suddenly quietened.
Soren might not know how to use a gun, but he can certainly find his way around it. With a tsk, he yanks the door open but abruptly comes to a stop, a gasp ripping through his throat as he comes face-to-face with Reign himself.