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I looked at him, my mind refusing to believe what just happened, and now he was here in my bedroom to consummate his deed.

“Why didn't you bite me?” I asked, hoping to get answers, but instead, he looked at me with no hope.

“Go and change,” he said, looking at the black lingerie on the bed, and fear came upon me as I started to tremble, trying to remember the witches' redemption code because I needed it sooner.

“I'm… a… virgin,” I said, my teeth clenching against each other.

He woke up, but instead of being cold and helping me to remove my stained wedding dress, he leaned forward to remove my necklace. I stepped back, afraid of him. He just chuckled and removed my necklace.

He guided me to the bathroom to take my shower, and when I refused to shower, he stepped in. I tried covering up, but he just smiled and shook his head.

“I'm your Alpha now, dummy. Besides, no need to hide anything, as you'll be dead soon,” he spoke and reached for the soap, spreading it evenly on my skin. I didn't want to feel his touch, but his soft hands could get me in the mood, forgetting it would be my death.

“Step in here,” he spoke as water fell on his head. Standing at the corner of the bathroom, I started to move forward. He removed his wet shirt already as the black eyes started releasing black smoke.

I got scared of him, but he closed his eyes, relieving me for some seconds.

He wiped my body and carried me to the bed.

“Dress up!” he spoke as he turned his face.

“This!” I exclaimed, looking at the lingerie, but he threw me some pajamas, and I quickly dressed up.

I quickly rushed to the duvet and hid myself from him, knowing fully well I couldn't. He turned and went to sit on the other side of the bed.

“Are you scared of me?” he asked again.

“N..n..o… no,” I hesitated.

He instead came to me, and I hid myself, but he grabbed my leg and checked my hip, and a black tattoo of a black rose appeared, but it was faded. I was shocked since I never had any tattoo or marking before.

“What's this?” I spoke, shocked, as I hid my body from him again.

“It's just a marking. Whenever you're afraid of me, it disappears, and you're at high risk,” he spoke.

“My blood is in you, and for as long as you're not afraid of me, you're safe,” he spoke, going back to his bed.

“Why didn't you mark me?” I asked again, curious.

“Because you're not ready, and I suggest you sleep looking away from me,” he spoke, lying down.

“What about my parents?” I questioned.

“They'll be released tomorrow morning. The process is done; there's no need for me to have them again,” he spoke, his voice getting distantly sleepy.

“Can I see them before they go?” I asked again.

“No! You might try to escape again.” I defended myself, but no one was there to answer me. He seemed fast asleep as he started snoring.

But I had to see my parents. I needed to know if they were safe, if my father's wound had been attended to—at least bid them goodbye since I was playing with my doom.

I had to crosscheck if he was asleep, even waving my hands around his eyes, but they were closed, and I silently opened the door, and his men were boldly waiting for me outside.

I had to make up a lie… “The Alpha instructed that you should take me to my parents,” I commanded, but that didn't move them as they just stared at me.

“Do you want me to go call him? You know he doesn't play with his Luna, do you?” I spoke, and that finally broke them.

“Follow me!” one of the men mentioned.

I finally had freedom to walk around the house as I looked at the luxurious view of the house. Except everything was black and silver, even the painting. It's like the Alpha hated colors, or that's the only color he could see.

The guard opened a room revealing my worried parents sitting on the bed, restless.

“Papa… Mama?” I called out, and immediately they saw me, they all rushed to hug me with tears falling on our cheeks.

“I tried!” I spoke.

“We know,” my father said while petting my hair.

“Leave!” I spoke commandingly at the guard, and he obeyed, allowing me to close the door.

“Has he done anything to you?” my father spoke, searching for an injury, but he found none, just the wound on my hands. My mom quickly opened it to attend to it, but my eyes were all focused on my daddy’s neck.

“Are you okay, Papa?” I asked.

“Yes, took me some time to regenerate, but it did eventually,” he spoke, touching his wounds.

“You have to go, Azren,” my mother spoke out of fear.

“The Alpha promised to release the both of you tomorrow morning. I might not find any time to come, but believe me, I'll be alright,” I spoke as they both kissed my face.

“We are not leaving here without you,” my father spoke furiously.

“Who does he think he is? I'm walking out of this house with you,” my father demanded, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

We tried to keep him calm, but it was too late as the Alpha knocked the door down.

“No one is leaving with anyone,” he spoke and grabbed me by the hands.

“I hate being disobeyed!” he spoke, terrifying, his sweat breaking because of the anger he had.

“Because of your one stupid move, no one is leaving here alive.” He stepped outside, dragging me to the room, ignoring my cries, and locked the door.

I remembered his words, and looking at my hip, my tattoo had faded, leaving me at risk to the spirit of death!