An old friend

Alpha’s Rejected Slave 

         

                          Chapter Three

                         (An old friend)

                             Sheila’s POV 

      

      “Husband?” His lips twitch into a terrible grin.

      “Yes I have a husband. Am I not entitled to get married?”

   “What a slow conniving betraying slave! All this time you had a lover and kept deceiving me. Now tell me who is he? What does he do? How rich is he? Is he another Alpha, tell me!” His hoarse voice rang in the entire cell that almost made my legs turn into jelly but him being an Alpha doesn’t scare me at all in my heart all I felt was pity and remorse for what my love has done to him but fear?

  I traded it a long time ago. The only person that was my weakness made it to the afterlife so nothing scares me anymore.

   “I owe you nothing of that information which you do seek. My personal life is mine and mine only.”

    “It’s true slaves weren’t just bed-wenches, they could be ambitious as well. Sheila, your innocent look can sway any unsuspecting man but I know you too well to know the damage you've caused me all these years. Locking you up can’t repay all I’ve suffered at your hands. You ran away after using me right into your lover's arms and got married. What a smart move.” 

  His words hit me worse than a sword slicing me in half. 

 He should know me better than that. Using my body to get my means wasn’t my style but people change and for him to think the worst of me he definitely had forgotten and buried our friendship.

   “My husband isn’t an Alpha and if he is, that shouldn’t be your business. My life it’s my own to do what I wish your approval or disapproval doesn’t concern me.”

   “Hahahaha…” Tagon laughed hysterically, making me startled and confused, my arms steadying my weight so I didn't fall, my hurting legs were growing numb and his interrogation wouldn’t stop.

“I spent years looking for you, searching every pack of the world, turning every city and village known and unknown to find you. I saw your letter and couldn’t believe you could hate me so much. My heart and feelings were all wrong. I felt you were pressured to lie and run away from me, from what we shared and the promises made to each other but I was wrong. You hid away, all this was your ploy while you romanced your lover while I kept on day after day hoping to find you and bring you back to me. Your eyes say it all filled with deceit and manipulation. I’ll bring hell to your feet and today marks your doom.”

   “Tagon…”

    “I am your Alpha don’t you dare address me as such if you don’t want your head hanging on a spike cause I’d love to watch your blood drain to the floor and that rotten soul of yours I believed to be my friend. Sheila I would have given up my throne to elope with you if you wanted it, there is nothing you would have demanded of me that I wouldn’t do within my powers. I dedicated my heart, body and soul to your feet but no that wasn’t good enough. Like the saying, taking a pig out of the mud won’t take the mud out of the pig, now I know why your kind are seen as the rejects of earth. Sheila, whether my fathers slave or mine, you're a slave and that’s your fate. You can’t escape who you are and born to be. And just like the laws state a slave you’re born and a slave you shall die. I will take you back to White Peak Mountain and your sorrows will begin welcome to a fresh start.” 

    His words filled me with dread. That minute the air around us became toxic, my nostrils were struggling to breathe properly, my heart constricted painfully and the pain in my bleeding foot didn’t help either. 

    “Kill me! Just go ahead and kill me but I don’t want to go back there?” My lips shivered as he stared brutal daggers while he encircled around me like a predator to its favourite prey. 

  The way his eyes roamed my body from my hair to my toes, the huff of his nostrils, the brilliant way he walked had an inexplicable effect on my senses and the way my body responded.

     It responded with forbidden need.

    “Are you scared now? I thought you were brave all along with no care for what you have done. Sheila read my lips I will never let you slip from my grasp ever again and your husband should better start living without you cause you are never going back to the town and to him. And if he dares to come look for you in my Pack, my kingdom, the earth would reject his dead body when I’m through chopping every of his being.” His eyes glowing fiery hot as he spoke, his wide huge arms flexing in the air as he huffed with pride and pure vengeance.

     A wounded man.

  I knew Tagon too well that he doesn’t make empty promises, he never lied, he was too honest to a fault.

  My mind's eyes took a little flashback to what it meant to be a slave, the agony, despair, the lashings, concubines and acts of pleasure slaves were subjected to no one deserves to go through so much suffering and the reason I'll fight to get it eradicated.

  “I’m the worst woman in history, yes! Take your anger on me and burn me to hell. Let my carcass fall on your feet but a life of slavery isn’t what I want to partake in ever again!”

   “Death?” He questioned with a friendly grin.

       “Killing you is an easy pass to the damages you have done. Only I can decide when you die and how you die and when that time arrives I’ll do a great honor by sending you to the afterlife and your mother after you.”

  Did he mention mother? Whose mother? Was my ears playing tricks on me.. hot tears were threatening to fall.

  “My mother was killed by your father. Her body was set on fire. What are you talking about?!” She half yelled in shock and disbelief.

     “Salina is Alive. She is held under my custody.”

     He threw the bomb.