Confrontation

Charlotte Moore's POV

After a while, I didn't feel the anticipated pain of my throat being cut. I slowly opened my eyes and found that Sebastian was no longer there. I dressed and walked out of the cave, only to see him standing by the river, talking to someone on the phone.

I tiptoed, hoping to slip away unnoticed. I had only walked less than ten meters when he shouted at me.

"Where are you going? Did you think I'd let you go so easily?"

I turned around slowly, nervously licked my lips, waved my hand, and said, "I'm not trying to escape, I just wanted to get some fresh air."

"We'll wait here for a while. My Beta will be here to pick us up soon,"

I gave him an OK sign, then dejectedly sat on a large rock. I picked up a twig and absentmindedly toyed with the ants crawling on the ground.

"Keith, what do you think he'll do to me when he takes me back to the castle?" I woke Keith from her slumber.

"I don't know," Keith's weak voice echoed in my mind again.

"Do you think he'll reject us?" I asked again.

"I don't know," she repeated the same answer.

"Well, do you think he'll kill us?" I pressed on.

"I don't know," she repeated yet again, "All I know is that I must be with him. I can't bear the pain of rejection anymore."

"Fine. You rest for now, I won't bother you," I sighed silently, shaking my head in resignation.

Sebastian was pacing along the riverside, seemingly in an argument with his wolf. He was completely naked, his body covered in strong muscles. He stood about six feet five inches tall. In the sunlight, his handsome appearance seemed surreal.

We stood there, separated by about a dozen meters, not speaking to each other.

After about half an hour, a black Rolls-Royce pulled up by the roadside, and a brown-haired man in his twenties got out of the car, holding a gray T-shirt, blue jeans, and underwear. He walked up to Sebastian and respectfully handed him the clothes. Then he turned away to avoid seeing Sebastian's nakedness. When he accidentally caught sight of me sitting on the rock, his face showed surprise.

"Come on, get in the car," Sebastian called to me.

"Oh," I walked towards the car.

Beta opened the car door for me, welcoming me inside. But suddenly, his expression turned alert. He closed the car door and reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a gun and pointing it in my direction.

His unexpected action startled me, leaving me frozen in place, my heart pounding.

Had I done something wrong? Why was he pointing a gun at me?

Instinctively, I raised my hands in a gesture of surrender.

I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by feelings of bitterness, pain, regret, and anger. My mother had died trying to save me, and now, I might not even survive another day, let alone seek revenge. It felt like a cruel joke. So be it! All men must die, and being shot would be a swift end.

Strangely, the bullet didn't fire.

I cautiously opened my eyes to see what was happening.

Sebastian and his people were all watching me, tense, and the sound of familiar footsteps came from behind me.

Once again, I closed my eyes, hoping that this was all an illusion, a dream and that these footsteps were merely products of my subconscious fear. He couldn't have found me. Please, Moon Goddess, don't let him come closer!

"Charlotte!" I heard Morgan's stern voice, and just hearing it made me shiver uncontrollably.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to wake up from this nightmare. Please, goddess, make him disappear.

"Why did you come here? To find Alpha King?" He was already behind me, his voice echoing in my ear. It was real, not an illusion. He had really found me.

I opened my eyes and looked at Sebastian with pleading eyes.

Please save me, don't let Morgan take me back. I had barely escaped, and I didn't want to return to that hell. If you would take me away, I'd do anything you asked.

Sebastian merely glanced at me and then averted his gaze. He regarded Morgan with the look of a king observing a subject, radiating an air of nobility and sternness.

"I'm afraid I have to take your daughter with me; she's my mate."

I was overwhelmed with joy. He was my savior. I would love him forever.

"I will let you take her, but not now. She hasn't finished high school yet, and it'll take a week to process her withdrawal. You can come back for her in a week."

No! One week was enough for me to be tormented to death. I couldn't imagine what Morgan and his tribe of brutes would do to me.

I blinked at Sebastian, desperately hoping he'd understand my hint.

He did understand, I knew it, but what he said next chilled my heart.

"Okay. I'll be back to pick her up next weekend," he said, his tone like he were casually saying, "Okay, I'll come back to pick up that shipment."

Why? Why was he giving in so easily? Because I wasn't pretty enough, my breasts were not big enough, my butt not round enough to attract him?

Would he really come to pick me up next week?

Would I even be alive when he came?

Only Morgan knew the answer. Whether I lived or not depended entirely on what Morgan had in store for me.