CHAPTER TWELVE: NO MORE RUNNING.

ANNALISE’S POINT OF VIEW 

He is so pathetic! Like other evil maniacs with no real power he hides behind a threat! Like every other villain who rule with fear he uses the one thing I am the most nervous about to control me.

They both look at me anxiously as if asking what my next course of action would be. 

I looked down at the little circles of blood coming down from my ripped skin. I know I shouldn't, but I imagined that blood coming down from my sister Evelyn's torn up neck, this though made me shudder, this thought made me willing to do whatever he wants in order to keep her alive.

I hoped and prayed that he would ask for something I do not mind doing. I hoped that him summoning me to his room would have nothing to do with the mating ceremony.

The thought of laying in bed with the ruthless Alpha Zyn and enduring him thrusting into me made me shudder as hard as the thought of Evelyn dying in his hands.

I can do anything but that. For that to happen, he would have to tie me up kicking and screaming. For that to happen, it would have to be over my dead body.

We might be married, I might be his Luna but those two things would only be in name. I will never fall into his arms the way he would like. He would have to kill me before I succumb to whatever he has planned.

I stood up from my chair, my hand still thumped with pulsating pain from my skin being torn open for the words to be formed.

I walked out the door with the maid who had delivered Alpha Zyn’s message. As we both headed to his part of the palace, my heart thudded in fear.

I knew what could happen, I knew how quickly and easily he could take what he wants from me no matter how much I protest.

He is much more bigger than me, much stronger, he is the Alpha, I cannot really keep myself away from him if he really wants me.

Oh Gosh! I just wish I had my powers right now, the first thing I would do with it is to blast that maniac's head off his body but unfortunately wishes are not horses and beggers like myself cannot ride.

One more year, no, eleven more months and a one week and I will get my power…until then I an unfortunately under his thumb. 

I cannot wait for my twentieth birthday to gain my freedom.

We got to the door, the maid knocked lightly and then the door swung open, by its side was a very hefty guard.

“The Alpha wants to speak to his Luna alone,” the guard said. The maid nodded and walked away, the guard left to and then it was just me at the entrance of his den.

I wanted to yell for them to come back, to save me from him but I knew that that would not work.

I could easily give up and go back to my room but even that would be stupid because he could easily continue to torture me with the stupid letters forming on my skin by ripping it open and also there's Evelyn…

With a shaky sigh, I walked in to what was a seemingly empty suit. I was not sure what to do, do I just sit somewhere and wait? Continue walking, in search of the monster who has his mind set on destroying me? Or should I run away now that I still have the chance to?

I was about to pick the last option. They say “those who run away from a fight will live to fight another day.” And on second thought, that did not seem like a bad idea.

The thought of Alpha Zyn with his hands trailing down my body made me want to barf and then fold over and die so I never have to relive the memory in my head.

He is the bain of my existence and somehow we are supposed to consumate our wedding? There is no way that would happen.

I turned to run away and maybe come up with a better plan to save Evelyn but then he held me from behind.

I gasped, utterly startled because I did not see him come in, I did not hear his footsteps! Is he also a ghost in addition to being a Lycan Alpha?!

“Going somewhere?” He said with his eyebrow raised in suspicion. 

“W…what? No, I wasn't,” I started to say but then realized that I do not have to lie to him, I do not care about him to lie to him but yet again admitting that I had tried to run would be the same thing as surrendering to him and accepting defeat which is something I will only do if I am dead.

“What do you care?!” I yelled to compensate for the weakness I had expressed earlier.

He ignored my cutting tone and cupped my face with his hands, his face leaned in closer to my… My heart rate spiked, I'm pretty sure my blood pressure increased.

“You have escaped for as long as you could. We have to do this now,” he said and pushed me to the bed.