Chapter 6: Dangerous Possession

Nyra didn’t know what to expect when the guards dragged her out of the chamber room. As they walked, Kael's words still echoed in her head like a curse.

Then be mine.

Seriously? She scoffed inwardly.

Instead of the cold stone dungeon or the sting of another slap, they pushed open a heavy door and tossed her inside a large, dimly lit room. The floor was smooth and clean. The bed was massive, its sheets plain and untouched. Nyra was confused.

She stumbled forward and turned slowly. The door slammed shut behind her.

She blinked, breath catching in her throat. “This... isn't the dungeon?”

It was a private room.

Nyra had expected Kael to throw her into the dungeon like Madam Vexa after she didn't reply to his demand to become his sex slave.

She began pacing the room. Her thoughts chased themselves in circles. ‘Why hasn’t he killed me yet? What is he planning?’ Her body ached, her cheek still stung, but the fear had dulled into confusion.

She couldn't be a sex slave to her enemy!

Nyra's eyes scanned the place for anything she could use to escape. She needed to leave as soon as possible.

Immediately, the door creaked open. She stiffened and spun around, expecting to see Kael. But it wasn't.

A maid walked in a tray of food. She didn't look at Nyra in the eye as she set the tray on a small table near the bed.

“Alpha said you should eat,” she muttered before turning to leave.

“Wait,” Nyra called almost suddenly.

The maid paused in her tracks and whirled to her. “Yeah?”

“That woman in the dungeon…” she trailed off and swallowed the lump in her throat, her voice steady. “Is she alive?”

The maid hesitated a little longer and replied, “I don't know.”

Then she left, shutting the door behind her.

Nyra stared at the plate of bread and a glass of water. Her stomach growled as a result of hunger, but she clenched her fists in refusal.

She wasn't going to eat. Not yet. Not until she knew that Madam Vexa was safe from these people.

Slowly, she walked to the edge of the bed and sat. Her legs shivered slightly beneath her as the last few minutes replayed in her mind.

She was supposed to be happy that she had finally been brought to a place she'd been searching for–finally getting her vengeance, but not with Madam Vexa involved.

Unlike her, the woman was a human. She knew nothing about werewolves. Yet, such a cruel man like Kael Draven had dragged her into it.

She whispered to herself, “I won't be his. Never.”

But deep down, a strange chill ran through her. The same way she'd felt when they first had each other.

“We both know you can't resist it,” a voice said through a mind link and Nyra cursed instantly; “Shut up, Zara.”

Her wolf whined.

“I can't believe you've been in a slumber in a long time. And you're suddenly awakened?” Nyra blurted before she could stop herself.

“I don't understand either, but I felt a pull,” Zara responded.

A pull?

**

Down the east wing, Rheya shoved open the doors to Kael’s suit. Her face was tight with rage.

“She’s still alive, isn't she?” Rheya demanded.

Kael looked up from his phone, his jaw clenched. “What's your problem, Rheya? You barge in here without knocking now?”

Rheya hissed. “You know that she's a rogue. She broke into the pack. And you didn't kill her? What if your father finds out?”

“She's mine to deal with. Not yours, Rheya.” he retorted.

Rheya blinked, stunned. “Are you seriously protecting her? A rogue whore?”

Alpha Kael stood and trod closer until there was barely a breath of space between them. “Watch your mouth, Rheya.”

She flinched slightly at his voice but held her ground. “What does she have over you? Why is she suddenly different, huh?”

Kael looked away. “Because I say so.”

“You-”

“Get out, Rheya.”

“You have to-”

“I said get the hell out, Rheya!”

Without another word, she turned and left.

Once Rheya was out of his suite, Kael grabbed his jacket and walked toward where Nyra was kept.

She scrambled to her feet when she saw him enter.

Kael didn’t speak right away. He just shut the door and leaned against it, his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze swept the room before landing on her face.

“I expected you to be planning how to escape. Tough try.”

Nyra's eyes widened, but she quickly got herself and snorted. “You aren't wrong.”

Kael walked slowly toward the bed and stood in front of it. He stared at her for long, but didn’t try to touch her.

“I think it's time to do what I asked earlier.”

Nyra narrowed her eyes and bit her lower lip. “I didn't promise anything.”

Kael smiled darkly. “You don’t get to pick the terms, Nyra.”

“And you think threatening me will make me fall into your bed? You're sicker than I thought.”

He leaned forward. “I'm giving you a choice. Come willingly. Or I can easily hand you over to them.”

Nyra laughed bitterly despite her chest being constricted. “You really enjoy this, don’t you?”

Kael didn't respond.

The silence stretched until it burned.

Finally, she spat, “You’ll regret this. I don’t care who you are. I’ll make you regret ever thinking you could own me.”

Kael stood up with a knowing smirk. “You're lucky I can't touch you yet. I'm going to. Either ways,” he paused and continued. “You already belong to me, Nyra.”

She froze.

He strode to the door and looked back over his shoulder, voice low. “No one is going to take what's mine from me.”

Then he left.

And Nyra sat in silence, her chest rising and falling.

His words slammed into her harder and that was the more she boiled with indignation.

She already belonged to him?