Chapter 6: The Devil's Embrace

Kyra's POV 

Rodrick carried me back to the mansion with a determination that both frightened and intrigued me. 

His grip was firm, but not painful. The only pain I felt was the ache in my heart.

I didn't know why I felt like this, but I knew something terrifying had just happened. I could feel his muscles tense beneath his clothes as he carried me.

The guards and servants quickly stepped aside the moment they saw us. I could see that their eyes were filled with both fear and awe as they stared at their Alpha, soaked in blood, looking like the Devil they claimed he was, with me in his arms. 

"Alpha, thank the goddess you're okay. We were very worried," Beta Ray said.

"I'm fine, and I caught up with Alpha Norway just in time," he replied.

"Is he dead?"

"No, just wounded. He and his men fled."

My mind was still reeling with all the events that had happened today. My head hurts when I think about it.

Norway's attack, the brutal fight, the beheading within seconds, and Roderick’s declaration that I was his alone, were too much to process at once.

I wanted to use the chaos as an opportunity to run away from this nightmare of a place, but it didn't work out as planned. The Devil came for me, and now I'm in his den again with nowhere to hide.

He finally set me down when we reached his quarters. To my surprise, he didn't take me to the dungeon again. Instead, he took me to a room I had never been to before—his room.

The room was grand and spacious. The wall was covered with his pictures, some were of him in his werewolf form. The other part of the wall was covered with all kinds of weapons, some I'd never seen before. 

A large bed with dark blue sheets was at the centre of the room, and the air was thick with his scent, a clear sign that we were in his room.

"Sit down," he commanded. His tone left no room for argument.

I perched at the edge of the bed. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched him pace to and fro with a deep frown etched on his face.

But his eyes never left me. 

Suddenly, without warning, he knelt in front of me and placed his hands on my knees. The action was so unexpected that my heart stopped beating for a moment. 

My eyes narrowed suspiciously. I tried to move my thighs, uncomfortable with the closeness, but his hand held me in place.

I couldn't believe my eyes. 

Roderick, the Devil Alpha, was kneeling in front of me.

"Kyra," he started, his voice softer than I've ever heard before.

"I need you to understand something. You're mine. No one, not even Norway, can take you away from me.”

His eyes were still red like lava and were filled with an emotion I couldn't quite place.

"Why do you care?" My voice trembled as I spoke.

"You've treated me like a prisoner ever since I came here, like I was a possession you bought out of pity. Why do you care if Norway or someone else takes me away from you?" I asked.

Roderick's eye turned to slits, and the veins on his head were. It seems I'd made him angry with what I just said. 

His grip on my knees tightened, and he leaned in closer until his face was inches away from mine.  

"Because you're mine," he seethed. "And I protect what's mine. No one can take you away from me unless I let them." 

Before I could give him a response, he stood up and walked to a table nearby.

I watched him pour himself a glass of red wine that looked like blood. 

"Care for a drink?" he asked, taking a long sip from his glass.

"No, I don't drink," I replied coldly.

I wasn't going to give him the impression that I'd forgiven him so easily.

"You're hungry," he said flatly, as if to remind himself. "You haven’t eaten all day.”

He walked to the door and asked the guard to get food for me.

His attitude left me even more confused. One moment, he was raging like he wanted to bring the whole mansion down, and then he casually asked if I was hungry the next.

Within minutes, an Omega walked in with a tray of food, cheese, meats, fruit, and bread. My mouth watered when I saw the delicacies. He placed it on the table next to me. 

"Eat," he ordered.

I hesitated, still not sure where all this was leading to, but hunger won out. My hands I tore into the bread like a starving Wolf, tearing into fresh meat—and I was, in a way. I moaned when I took the first bite. I didn't realize how hungry I was until that moment. 

Roderick watched me eat with an unreadable expression.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked in between bites.

Yes, I was hungry, but I was also curious. I couldn't shake the feeling in my gut that there was more to this attitude of his. 

"Why now?" 

He sighed, running his hand through his thick hair.

"You need to understand your place here, Kyra. You're not just a prisoner I bought for my pleasure. You are my Luna, and that means a lot."

His words hung in the air. I could feel the weight of them settling on me. 

His Luna.

The title carried a lot of power and responsibility that I wasn't sure I was ready to bear. 

Why then was he treating me so badly, even worse than an Omega? Why lock me up in the dungeon with dead bodies if he cared so much about me? I had so many questions, but it wasn't yet time to ask them.

When I finished eating, Roderick sat beside me. He reached out and took my hand. His touch was surprisingly gentle.

"You will stay here from now on," he said softly, as if he was afraid I would refuse if he was too hard on me. 

The door suddenly opened, and a man entered the room. The door and the dim light in the room shadowed his face.

"Alpha," he said in a cold voice. "We need to talk, now."

Roderick released his grip on me and stood up to face him.

"Stay here," Roderick ordered. The change in his tone sent a shiver down my spine. 

As he left with the man, I could only wonder what had happened now.