CHP 6

GRACE

I grunted while trying to get back on my feet but was hurled immediately by the guards and dragged to the dungeon.

I stared at Damon and all I could see was the unwavering rage built up in his eyes, one that I hadn’t seen before. Like I cared at all. I was busy feeling relieved that we died the topic of me being a spy.

I wasn’t worried about spending a week or two in the dungeon. After all it wasn’t my first time. My stepmom used to lock me up for the smallest reasons.

When we got to the dungeon, it didn’t feel the same. It didn’t feel like the dungeon back home. Here the air was concerningly thin, suffocating is the word I’d use. 

The rusted steel bars spread and I was throwed into the dark room. I recognized a stench, a very strong one and it was right next to me. 

I leaned it trying to discover what this familiar stench was and it hit me through my nose. It was the corpse of a rogue werewolf.

I jerked back as I swallowed my scream. I convinced myself that this wasn’t as bad as laying in bed with the same man that killed my mother.

I calmed myself to make it through the night.

I woke up to the sudden darkness not knowing whether it is day or night. Just as soon as I woke up I saw the rusty prison gates flung open. I squinted my eyes, avoiding the bright light.

In came the guard with my breakfast. He opened the gates and tossed it at me with a look of disgust written all over his face. “You haven’t said a word since you got to this palace but you’ve created more problems than anyone.”

I frowned as I kicked the tray and spilled the food. I won’t eat this food until I’m free from this dungeon or else I’ll remain here till he has used me to fufil all of his desires.

The guard angrily stepped out and came back with Damon. Like a kid that looses a fight and summons his elder brother.

“What is it that I’m hearing?” He roared while glaring at me.

I frowned my face immediately as he walked in to let him know that I’m not scared of him neither the situation he has put me in.

“Why are you rejecting food?” He asked as he eyes scanned the spilled food on the ground.

“Why are you feeding a criminal that is locked up?” I asked through our link. “Weren’t I supposed to be treated like the corpse of that rogue werewolf laying there? Why do you care so much of my health?”

“Why do I care?!” He lashed out. “You’re my property and I’m your owner. You will do as I tell you. And you will seize to disobey me and question my authorities.”

The guard stood there looking confused. “But alpha Damon, she didn’t say anything.”

“I am speaking to my Mate, and why are you still here?” He said as he filled the room with his aura making the air thin.

The guard immediately ran off before he passed out. I was also feeling the pressure but I dared not flinch or else he might think less of me and my stubbornness.

“Get up,” he yanked me on my feet and dragged me through the palace hall. 

Each member of the pack came out one after the other to watch a new drama unfold. But with the way there murmuring, it doesn’t seem like they were concerned about the fact that I was being dragged. They were all murmuring and staring only at me. What could this mean? 

He opened the door and threw me into his room. This was my first time in his room. And that made my stomach heavy. I had taken the widowsmite yesterday with the thought of his forcing himself on me after the party. I was so relieved that I got sent to the dungeon forgetting he could do it anytime he pleases.

“No,” I said as I clenched my teeth and bit my teeth. I immediately got up from the bed and backed the wall, facing him.

“Sit down,” his says with his bright crimson eyes glaring at me. The weight of his aura doing a lot of damage to my body. I started to feel my knees give out my throat dry up but I wasn’t about to allow my mother’s murderer nut inside me. 

“Just because I’m mute doesn’t mean I’m weak,” I said through our link, barely standing. But I grit my teeth and used the wall as my support.

“Take a look at how pathetic you look trying to resist my aura. I’d sing your praises if that’s what rocks your boat. You aren’t weak indeed, werewolves pass out instantly when I expose my aura and here you are fighting,” he said as he walked slowly towards me.

He grabbed both my wrists and pinned them on the wall. Staring deep into my eyes like he was searching for something. The height difference was clear, I had to lift my head sixty degrees just to look at him face to face. 

He held both my wrist wuth his left hand and with his right, he pulled me closer to him. His scent was no alluring today. Stronger than the first day it hit me. Today was different. The man I had hated even before I saw his face was the same man my wolf was longing for. This doesn’t make any sense.

“Now I want you to listen and listen carefully,” he said calmly. With every breath he took I could feel my wolf jumping for joy. But today wasn’t that day. I can’t let lust overwhelm me and make me forget my assignment in this pack.

Just as I was about to retaliate, a sharp knock came from the door. 

A short middle-aged man with light complexion opened the door, with an expression of shocked on his face as he asked. “Is it true the girl is mute?”