His crazy pet
Raven's POV
“Behave”
That's all he'd told me before dragging me out of the room.
The short skimpy dress I've been forced to wear scraps my skin in the most uncomfortable way possible.
Sitting at the table are seven people. The alpha King who's sitting at the far end. Sitting to his right are three women who I believe are his lunas. If Father's research was right, then one of these women isn't fated to the king.
On his left are his sons. Leo, Callum and Saviour. His hands have been in fists since he walked in. I'm standing behind him yet my mind is far. I must not waste this opportunity outside that cursed room.
My eyes roam the large space as they talk, checking for any possible escape route. But I know it's impossible— at least for now. Too many guards.
“You know, I'd expected that you'd tame her better than this. A slave shouldn't stand when others are standing.” The alpha King states, proceeding to say some bullshit about tradition and dominance.
I don't listen as my gaze trails towards the exit. What are the odds that I can break through that door with the help of knives from the dining table?
Quite in my favour honestly. But I'm not dumb to think that will be all the struggle I'll have to go through.
Suddenly Saviour’s voice reaches my ears. “Kneel,” he says. I blink then turn in search of who he's ordering to kneel before these vile bastards.
Everyone’s watching me but I don't let it faze me as I stand rigid.
Saviour's jaw twitches, his eyes hard. “I said kneel.” he repeats through his teeth.
I glare at him. “No.” I spit out, making sure to hold his gaze, ensuring he realizes that he doesn't scare me.
Every head is turned to us.
Leo's laughter is what breaks the silence. Callum chuckles next, “She’s got more balls than you, brother.” he laughs, wiping off fake tears.
My heartbeat spikes instantly capturing the way Saviour's breathing becomes laboured with wrath.
I spot Saviour's mother this time as she's the only Luna not smiling. Her fingers appear to be squeezing the glass of red wine in her hand as she glares at me.
“Must be something in their blood,” she says. “Her father ran from battle, didn’t he? Definitely isn't rare for a coward to breed a defiant fool.”
Everyone laughs at that. My jaw clenches, my eyes aiming daggers at her as I step forward.
“Say that again,” I threaten coldly, making sure to hold her gaze.
The luna raises her brow. “Who would have thought the little omega is touchy?”
I grip the edge of the table “I am not one of you dogs.”
“Raven, that's enough!” Saviour commands.
“She was supposed to be tamed,” the King growls. “Is this your definition of tamed, Saviour.”
“I apologize, Father,” Saviour responds with brief tightness in his tone. Then he glares at me from his seat, “Sit. Now.”
“You have no right to tell me what to do.” I snarl.
“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Saviour scolds.
I scoff. “And let your pack run their rotten mouths about my family?”
Another Luna clicks her tongue. “What a pity. Even Leo would have done a better job in seconds.”
I turn to her, “Unlike you I'm not a hopeless bitch in heat waiting for just anyone to break her.”
The King slams his hand down– all cutleries rumble. “Saviour, control your pet or I will.”
Saviour rises to his feet in fury. “You will obey me when I speak. Kneel.”
A gust of wind crashes into me – his aura. It's suffocating but I bite down on my lips, stifling a groan. My hands curl into fists as I feel a tingling pain in my nose just before blood slides out.
My legs stagger but I maintain my stance. I'll rather die than submit. My knees shake but I don't kneel.
“Kneel you wretched human!” Saviour's mother yells.
“I won't!” I scream feeling my body on the verge of a collapse.
“You can kill me,” I groan in pain, “but I’ll never kneel to you.”
His aura intensifies causing my vision to blur. A drop of my blood hits the floor and I start feeling lightheaded.
That's when my eyes catch the knife lodged in the thigh of the roasted turkey.
My fingers move before my mind can stop them. Anything to stop the pain I'm feeling…
Immediately my fingers wrap around it, I lunge, striking with force.
The room erupts in gasps. The sound of a chair scraping the floor follows quickly as Saviour's mother rises in panic.
The guards remain rooted on their spot as the King raises his hand. I twist the knife in Saviour's chest. He groans, his hand grabbing mine.
His violent eyes widen as he staggers. For a heartbeat, no one breathes. My chest burns the moment I realize what I've done. But before I can register anything else, pain strikes through my face.
The force of Saviour's slap slams me into the table. My head collides with the edge just before I crumble to the floor.
“What madness is this?!” The alpha King growls, his voice like thunder.
Saviour grips the handle and with a grunt, he drags the knife out of his chest. I wince as blood pours down the front of his shirt.
Fear grips my lungs when he turns his gaze to me, throwing aside the knife. He's looking at me like he wants me dead.
Suddenly he grabs me by my arm. I scream and struggle against him. His fingers dig into my skin, his claws breaking my flesh.
“No! Let go of me!” I yell but he doesn't listen. “Leave me alone!”
He doesn't answer and simply drags me off, the hatred in his aura causing my lungs to burn from suffocation.