Ch 2

Astrea's POV

Slowly opening my eyes, I felt a sudden pressure on my head. My mind went back to the accident.

My eyes shot open and I tried to get up. Something pulled me down and I fell down on the bed.

Letting out a groan of displeasure, I looked sideways and my eyes widened. I was handcuffed to the bed.

No… no…

My heart was already broken from Mason's betrayal but now it was hammering for an unknown fear altogether.

Where am I?

This room looked unfamiliar. Was I captured by the attackers? If they did capture me, I would be in the dungeon. Getting rid of that thought, I used the hair clip to get rid of the cuffs and got up from the bed. I stopped dead in my tracks when I realized I was wearing nothing but a see-through shirt which did not belong to me.

Where is my dress?

I sniffed the shirt and it gave a fresh chocolate-like scent with a mixture of masculine aura.

This was not safe. Quickly changing into my dress, I decided to leave this place.

“Sexy underwear” I jumped in fright and turned to look at the intruder

“Who the hell are you?” My breath hitched when I found myself staring into a pair of sky-blue eyes. Ignoring his handsomeness. He had a face with a perfect chiseled jaw line. He was fair and height of 6 '1. He had a lean yet muscular frame. The pants stood lower on his hips. His eyes darkened as he stared at me checking him out.

“Are you done?” he smirked.

“I have seen better” I muttered as I folded my arms around me in a protective manner.

The smirk wiped off his face and was replaced with a dark frown on his face.

“I see”

“So, you are the one who saved me?” I asked. He gave me a sideway look.

“You can say that for now” he mused. He had the aura around him which made him look as if he was the pack leader. I sniffed around. There were many unfamiliar scents here.

“Hi, I am Astrea” I forward my hand.

He took it and shook my hand briefly. His brief touch was enough for me to feel the connection. I felt as if a sudden electric wave passed through my body with his mere touch. By the looks of it, he seems to have felt it as well.

“I am Killian of the Silver crest pack”

My heart gave an alarmed bell inside as the name registered inside my brain.

Silver crest pack… the pack who was after us for revenge…

My heart beats wildly as I realize I am in the enemy’s den. Guaging my reaction, he smirked knowing I caught on the title. After all we are enemies.

“I see you know where you are” he smirked as he licked his lips and gave me a once over.

“Why am I here?” I glared at him taking a step back.

“To serve as my mistress” he said it so casually that had me stumbling back. A loud gasp was heard in the room and I realized it came from me.

“My family will not leave you” I warned him.

He laughed out loud. Like seriously laughed

‘If I was not in this dire situation, I would have enjoyed his laugh. It sounded music to my ears until he opened his mouth. Nothing but hatred was spewed out of his mouth as he stared at me.

“Funny” he stopped as I stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

“A bear family can never match a Lycan,” he muttered. My dad was a bear whereas my mom was a werewolf and witch who held powers which she used to help her pack.

“I can” I stood in a protective stance with my legs apart ready to fight him so much as dared to advance on me.

“My family will be here” I repeated. I know I was lying to myself. No family was coming to get me. they would rather get rid of me… then realization dawned on me.

“Let me go,” I muttered softly.

He raised his eyes at me “Why do you think I will leave you?” He came forward and stalked me until my back hit the wall. My chest heaved up and down with every breath I took.

“They sold you to me at the cost of their safety” he mused with a devious grin.

“You are lying” I glowered at him.

“Your pack is safe” he ignored my reaction.

“I got you to warm my bed. Your dad said you are a very good pleaser” he sniffed my neck.

“No” I screamed and pushed him with all my strength but he did not even budge. Instead, he took hold of my hands and held them above my head.

“Leave me” I struggled to get out of his hold.

“Cease” he ordered but I did not heed his request.

“Leave me you bastard” I screamed and punched him in the face.

I gasped when his hold on me loosened. That gave me the clue. I bolted past him towards the door with my heart in my throat. I had not even taken a few steps when he captured me by my waist and carried me inside after locking the door and throwing the key away.

Throwing me on the bed, he tore at my dress.

I screamed and cried, scratched him raw as he attacked my innocence.

Fear had layers and I was feeling all them at once being in the enemy's den.

Fear of being stuck with an unknown man for life.

Fear of never having my dreams fulfilled.

Crying and screaming was of no use. I did the only thing I could to save myself. I used self-defense. I bit him hard on the lips. I bit hard enough to draw blood out. When he was still in pain cursing above me, I kicked him between his balls.

He groaned in pain and rolled away clutching his most prized possession. That was my cue. I took my dress and got the key. The door unlocked and I ran away from the room. Luckily the hallway was empty. I ran as fast as my legs could take me.

I could hear my heart hammering inside my ribcage as ran to save my life. No one could have prepared me for this day.

I laughed like a maniac and cried at the same time as how my eighteen birthday turned worse.

Suddenly I crashed into one of the maids and stumbled down the stairs.

"watch out" the maid all but glowered at me angrily. She gave me once over and smirked

"well, if it isn't the mistress" she clicked her tongue.

"i am not a mistress" I all but snapped at her.

seeing the look in my eyes, she looked scared. One thing I knew was that I can take her down and demand she apologized for the way she behaves but unfortunately I did not have much time. I need to get away before that vile bastard catches upto me.

Turning around,

I did not stop as I hurriedly got up grabbing bystanders attention in my wake. The uncomfortable which I felt left the chart when I remembered I am running from the enemy.

People stood and watched as I ran out of the pack house almost naked, half crying and half running. The concrete scrapes my feet but it was nothing to the adrenaline rush I felt at the moment.

My heart was hammering a mile faster than the usual due to the adrenaline rush I felt at the moment. It was so disheartening as no one came to check upon me. if they did, I would found them around. Apparently I was not that important.

Due to the humiliation, I did not feel as if the branches scratched my skin or the splinters cut through my foot. The raw edges scratching my ankle. Tears kept falling as I sniffed my way back to my pack. I did not stop for rest until I had covered enough distance between myself and the pack, hoping that the enemy would not follow me.

Hoping that for once this was a dream and I will wake up brand new life with nothing to worry about. But I know when reality strikes, the pain will double and I will be on the receiving end of it.