10

ALINA

The Wolf Slayer led me to a room, not bothering to speak or even glance my way. The few times I was brave enough to look at him. I was blessed with the side of the chiseled face. The man was so handsome it should be illegal to look that good and be as evil as he was.

His jaw was clenched which made me think I annoyed him for some reason. I was terrified he would notice my scent now. He wouldn’t care that he claimed me as his mate. To him, I’ll be another werewolf mutt and he will kill me.

He has never cared about anyone or anything in his life. He definitely won’t start now.

A painful gasp tore my mouth as he gripped my jaw tightly. My wide eyes met his with shock. But I looked away instantly from how intense he was glaring at me.

“When I speak to you, I expect a response.” He gritted out.

I nodded frantically, tears filling my eyes. I didn’t know if it was form the pain or the reality of what was happening. Realising that this is my life now.

From one prison to another. Maybe an even worse one because he isn’t just a bored teenager who finds joy in bullying his peers or a crazy alpha who was blinded by greed. He is the Lycan king. The most feared man in the world.

Why do I always end up in these situations?

“Use your words.” He growled out.

“Yes.” He released me instantly and moved back.

I flinched when he touched me again and a frown touched his lips. His eyes were showing an emotion I couldn't explain.

I was stuck on how he was softly stroking my chin now. Where he had just gripped. The softness of his touch made me feel like it was two different people.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He said it so softy, it was like he wasn’t talking to me. “But if you force me, I will.”

With that, he walked out of the room. Leaving me confused and trembling. My eyes stinging with tears.

When I finally gathered enough courage, I turned back to make sure he was really gone. Even though I hadn’t felt his presence and he wasn’t the kind of person that you would miss his presence.

I closed the door and leaned against it. Breathing for what felt like the first time in so long.

I looked around the room and it is like nothing I have ever seen before. It was painted white and there was a big bed in the middle with white comforters that look like they will feel like heaven. There was a dresser and a large mirror on top. A bench by the window.

Two doors on the opposite side. That is aside from the entrance door. Curiosity made me want to check what was there but fatigue dragged me to the bed. I felt filthy in my clothes and I didm’t eat to stain the comforters. I stripped out of them, going down to just my bra and panties. Since I closed the door, I wasn’t worried about anyone coming in. Still, I covered my body with the comforter.

The bed was soft as I had thought. Even better than I thought it would be. And I was fast asleep almost as soon as my head touched the pillow.

****

I woke up to the sense of being watched.

Ugh. I didn’t want to deal with Jamie so early. My life was already as sad as it was. I forced myself to remain as still as I could. Even though I felt goosebumps in every part of me. All the hairs on the back of my body rose.

Somehow, this didn’t feel like Jamie. I didn’t know how but the gaze was making me shake. Jamie scared me but not like this. I took a risk and turned. It felt like that was all my body and brain needed to wake up.

I jolted upright when I recalled I was at the Lycan king’s palace. And someone was watching me sleep.

The room was dark but I looked around the place frantically. Though I couldn’t see anything, I stayed staring at the direction of the dresser. Somehow feeling like whoever it as is there.

I didn’t know how to fight, so provoking whoever it was is out of the question.

I looked between them and the door. I might make it if I distract him. My fingers curled around the closest thing to me, a pillow.

My mind was racing. I didn’t know anyone here but sure, the Lycan king wouldn’t want anyone hurting me. He said I was his so I guess that would be his right.

I was about to throw it when I heard a deep voice speak.

“Isn’t it amazing, how vulnerable we are when we sleep?”

That didn’t sound like the Wolf Slayer. Not that I know his voice well, but it isn’t that. I know this though. I just couldn’t put a face to it. But it sounded familiar. I knew I’ve heard it before.

I got up, now that he knows I’m awake. I needed another plan.

Like he could hear my thoughts, he tsked.

“That wouldn’t be very wise of you, love.” There was a hint of a smile in his tone.

I count picture him smiling. Not with that tone and definitely, not with how his voice sounded.

“And don’t think of running. You’re not as fast as I am.” The way he said it sounded like he was stating a fact. “Relax sweetheart, I’m just here for a little chat.”