~Alaya
Two Guards escorted me to the landing the ginger stood over.
Asher's words rung in my head loudly, like a bell right by my ear. I never knew this would be a fear of mine, until now. Then again, I never thought I would end up in a situation like this.
Where I'll be sacrificed.
The ginger haired lady turned to look at me as my first foot made it through the door. A feline like smile reached her eyes, as she held a delicate hand out to me. She's tall, her golden gown endless. Her eyes gleam with baleful fire, as I forced my hand into hers. She's as cold as ice, as if she's been standing naked outside in the snow.
Either that, or it spread from her heart, reaching through her veins to
~AlayaNo one knows how to answer my question, it seems, as it knocks them all into silence."Fine," I mutter, folding my arms across my chest defiantly. "I want to speak to Alpha Asher."It is Death who stands, striding over to stand beside Aspen. She's the strangest looking female I have ever seen in my life. Her eyes are like a haze of smoke rippling up the side of a mountain. It curls around her pupils vividly, stealing my ability to see any sense of emotion she gives me. It's mystical. It's daunting."You can't speak to him right now," she says. Her voice isn't warm and welcoming, it's cold and distant. She clearly wants to be elsewhere right now, rather than dealing with me.Death is another classic example of myth no one ever really believed as kids. My father used to tell me, before he died, that when the inevitable happens
~AlayaI'm stunned by how striking Asher is, despite having met him before.The calibre of power in this room is immense, yet everyone seems uneasy of him. Death turns away, while Aspen folds his arms over his chest, looking down at his feet. I can't take my eyes off him. I'm fascinated. He radiates power, filling the room with the invisible force."Home," I say lightly, testing the word he had easily thrown around. I can't say this looks anything like home to me. Before this, I never believed the immortal lands existed until now.Asher shrugs his coat off. I watch the movement, as he rests it on the bench."Aspen," Asher says carefully. I can hear the tone of his voice; hear why his brother seemed so afraid of him. "What is Alaya doin
~AlayaAsher matches my blank stare for a moment."Sinful," I breathe, testing the name on my tongue. "Who in the world is Sinful, and why do I have to kill him?"Asher takes a moment to reply. He seems to forming a proper answer in his mind, as he looks out past the cliff edge at the lights in the distance. I'm nervous for what he is about to say. From the way Death said Sinful's name with such disdain earlier, I don't see how I, of all people, could do this. Especially since I'm only an average mortal who got resurrected from the dead."Remember, I never wanted you to. I wasn't the one who brought you here," Asher tells me uneasily, clearly wary of my reaction. "However, I have an idea of where you could fit into our plan, and make a difference.""You called him a devil. I don't think I would make a difference at all," I tell him
~AlayaI'm in some sort of train station, wanting Asher dead.How could he abandon me like this? I agreed to do this for him, and now I'm left in the middle of Sinful's territory, in a land that I didn't believe existed until now. There isn't even a single person in this place, despite its size. In some way, I'm grateful for that, so no immortal would question the fact that a mortal bride was shoved out of a train before it sped off again.My heels click against the white tile as I hike the skirt of my dress, and make my way toward the sloped stairs that clearly lead up to an exit. Everything here is polished and bright, including the floor. Nothing looks used.I'm not sure where to go from here. Asher explained to me that I had to be found as the lost bri
~AlayaI couldn't do anything in the wake of his gaze. I just sat there, petrified.It was his gaze that kept me pinned, as he drags it over my entire body. This isn't the cold Alpha I've dealt with before. He has a predators unwavering attention, almost animalistic, as he comes to stand in front of me, before he kneels down. Through his vivid golden eyes, he gives nothing away that he knows me. Nothing.I'm just a stranger. A mortal. Like him, but I'm no Alpha."What are we going to do with you?" He questions coyly, tilting his head to the side. It's a game. A mental game. He's messing with me, Ben and Abby. I keep to the plan, though, seeming scared - which comes naturally - innocent and intimidated. My mi
~AlayaI'm not sure how to feel about Sinful.When I look at him, I feel a mixture of emotions, each one swirling around my mind that can't come to a conclusion on what to feel. Warnings ring loudly in the back of my mind, as I remember everything Asher, Aspen and Fate had told me. Yet I don't see it. I know that is part of his manipulation, but it is as if all my fear expels into the air, and I feel nothing but comfortable around him.If anything, it's Asher who is making me more nervous as he stares me down, waiting for me to react to Sinful. I'm meant to be scared.So I flinch away from him, appearing visibly stressed by the sight of him. Any mortal would be with those lavender coloured eyes that are oddly expressive. He looks genuinely worried about me as I sit here, dress bunched around my legs in c
~AlayaI press the sheets against my chest, mortified."Have you ever heard of the term knocking? Or as an Alpha, is that not in your personal rule book?" I growl, narrowing my eyes on him. He dressed the same as he was when I last saw him, which must mean that not much time passed."I had servants coming in and out of here for the past hour. This should be the least of your worries," he says coolly, nodding toward the dresser at the side of the room. When I glance at it, is see the top draw is open. He got me clothes, like Sinful told me he would.It doesn't make me feel any less violated."I would much rather sleep right now then walk around with you," I mutter, not moving an inch from
~AlayaI woke up a little dazed the next morning.My sheets are pooled at my feet, my shirt hiked up above my stomach. Clearly I slept well last night, and despite my lack of covering, I'm pleasantly warm. Sitting up, I stretch before wandering over to the dresser, pulling out some comfortable clothes before entering the bathroom.Even the showers here are different. The water is as silky soft as the soap left for me to wash myself down. It smells like jasmine, which makes me shiver.Once I was done, I walked back into my room to see my bed made and the clothes I had discarded were folded and placed upon the dresser. I stare at the clear space, trying to fathom what angels came down to clean my room. Or rather, servants with light steps that managed to get this clean before I got done.