Four

Elena's POV 

Why does he want me? There were a lot of prisoners but he chose to pick me... I of all people.

I wondered the reason but was too scared and shocked to ask them.

"You will soon come to know that I get whatever I want, however I want," he whispered into my ears causing me to shiver.

I should be quiet but something in me didn't just seem to agree with his guts. 

"Well I'll be the first thing you'll never get then," I spat my eyes still boring into his.

I could hear gasps across the room, from the guards and every other person moving around the room, they're shocked that I dared to speak to their 'alpha' in that manner, well I don't give a shit about them and their God damn alpha.

Even he was in slight shock but he was quick witted as he masked his face immediately.

"I love the fire spirit, I can't wait for the day you'll fall to your knees and beg me to take you as my woman," he sneered.

"Then I guess you'll wait a long while," I replied without thinking.

For a moment we stood there, him staring into my eyes and me not backing down either.

"Hey, you there," hr muttered. I turned to look who he was talking to, turns out ur was on if his men. 

"Take her back to the cage," he ordered. "The next time you come out I'll have a surprise for you," he muttered referring to me, he had the wide grin on his face that made me wonder what he had in mind, I soon brush it off my mind.

The worst that could happen is him killing me which was far away better than me being his woman, was it?

"Don't touch me, I can walk just fine," I mumbled as one of the men grabbed my hands and begna to pull mnout to the room. He turned to look at the 'alpha' for approval, I guess he was given a gift ahead as he let go of my hands.

Silent tears began to fall down my cheeks, sharp pains moving around my chest.

Everything began to dawn on me, my dream had just began, I was going to do my best at the research, I was goingt o make mama and everyone else proud then suddenly I'm in this mess, in the midst of people that I have no clue about.

I have a lot of questions but no one to answer them.

The clanking of the metal as they yanked the door opened drew me out of my thoughts, they tossed me inside and locked the door again.

I could feel everyone's eyes boring into my skin, I had already been tagged as a freak now I guess i was freakier. Their gaze said it all, they're wondering why I of all people was called out and why I came back alive.

I sat at the edge of the cage, Larry crawled closer to me.

"What happened out there? What do they want with you?" He asked, his eyes widened with curiosity.

"I don't know yet, they just asked a few questions," I replied feeling the need to lie.

"Really? They didn't do anything to hurt you?" He asked again.

"No, they didn't," I replied already getting annoyed by his questions. I don't blame him for it, if I were the one.... Well I wouldn't speak because I was scared of speaking to people but I'd be curious too, but I was scared that his constant questions would confuse me.

"Wow, that's strange, they are blood thirsty beast, why didn't they kill you?" He whispered.

"Quiet," the man by door yelled. He was scared to ask who it was that spoke as his friend had just died because of that same offense.

I turned my face into my knees, but my fingers reached up unconsciously. They traced the place on my neck where he had bitten me earlier where the sting still pulsed under the skin.

Why did he do that?

I remembered the way he’d sniffed me like I was something his, not a person, not a prisoner. Like I was claimed property. Then, without warning, he’d buried his teeth into my skin. The moment flashed in my mind the heat of his breath, the sharpness of his bite, the way his grip had tightened around me like he was trying to imprint his mark into my soul.

I shuddered.

That wasn’t love. That wasn’t even lust.

It was… possessive. Like a wolf putting a stamp on his prey.

Why me? What made me different?

My hand lingered on the spot a moment longer, then slowly dropped. I knew this wasn’t over.

He would come again.

And next time… I wasn’t sure I’d be strong enough to spit fire.

Larry shifted beside me, his nervous energy palpable. "Elena, are you sure you're okay?" he asked again, his voice barely a whisper.

I couldn't reply, I just nodded in response.

I placed my head on my knees and closed my eyes and like a rushing wave, sleep clouded me. Everything had made me exhausted, I let myself fall asleep hoping all this was just a terrible nightmare but deep down I knew it wasn't.

Teeth snapping, chains clanging, claws dripping with blood. Screams of injured people.

"Hey you," I heard a voice whisper. "Hey," the voice screamed again.

My eyes snapped open and I realized it was just a dream but the taunting voice wasn't. An ugly looking guard was at the door of the cage.

"Sleeping beauty, follow me," he muttered and immediately I knew I was the one he was speaking to.

I stood up.

"You too, red hair," he said and I wondered why he called her too.

She stood up too, her legs shaky.

"Move, alpha awaits."

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