Chapter 6

Lena's POV.

“Please… please… I didn't know I was… I passed out. I'm sorry,” my breath wheezed out in a desperate rush.

I dropped to my knees, bowing my head to the floor. “Please, I never meant to offend you, I'm just a helpless girl. I got kicked out of my home… and I got kidnapped… I” my voice broke down in tears as I tried to plead my case to him.

He looked pissed, and to find out I was treated by an enemy I had not encountered in my lifetime. Life was bent on showing me that my case could only get worse every day.

I sniffled aloud, my tears trickling on the floor. I became vulnerable as flashes of my experience came ramming through my head. Flashes of how I was cheated on, bullied and thrown out of my home, and just when I thought I had hit the lowest, I was kidnapped and forced to give my body for my freedom.

“I'm a dirty soul, a hopeless fool,” I thought to myself, but I wanted to keep living.

Dominic was to blame for my pain, for everything. He gave me a false hope I should have never leaned onto.

“Are you done with your pity party?” The man stated with a stern expression, keeping his head high and his shoulders square.

I raised my head and pressed my thighs together. “Huh,” I mumbled.

“If you are going to cry, don't stain the floor with your tears. I hate a pity show,” he continued, his voice gentle but rude.

“I am sorry,” I sniffled and used a piece of my blouse to wipe off the floor.

“Can you stop that!” He snapped. “Jeez! Are you always like this,” he pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head.

“I'm sorry,” I whispered, but his glare hardened even more, causing me to flinch back.

He moved two stepped closer and tucked his hands into his pockets. He squinted his eyes slightly as I struggled to stop myself from locking eyes with him.

The silence went on for a minute, then he let out a loud sigh and nodded once. “You're telling the truth,”

“Y… yes sir,” I responded.

“It wasn't a question,” he clipped, slipping his hands from his pocket and stroking his chin. “I wanted to make sure you aren't a threat to my pack and my people.”

He crouched on his knees to meet my gaze and held my chin up with a firm grip. His thumbs grappled my chin but they felt like the weight of the world was pressed on my face.

“Look here…. lady, don't for a second think you are free. I saved you so now I own you. You should be locked in one of my dungeon but I have been in a good mood for a while. If you think you can play smart to fuck us over, I'll have your head to decorate my walls.”

My heart hammered against my chest as I held my breath, his eyes fixed on me like predatory claws.

“Do you understand me?” He roared.

“Y…yyyes,” I nodded, swallowing hard as his warm breath pressed against my face.

“Are we clear!” He echoed again. I jerked and nodded sharply.

“Yes, sir,” I replied.

He let go of my chin and I fell with a thud as I gasped for breath.

“Good.” He said, dusting his hands as he stood up “this will be your room from now on. My guards will be keeping a close eye on you… in case you decide to reveal a different personality,”

I glanced at him and swept through the room with my eyes. Really? I asked myself. This was going to be my room? I fixed my eyes on the window and glanced back at him.

“Ask your questions to the maids and you don't come to me except I call for you, understood?”

“Yes sir,” I muttered, slowly rising on my feet. I dusted and adjusted my blouse, noticing I had somehow ripped the stitching on my bust level. I cupped my hands on my boobs and covered the opening.

He suddenly froze, pressing his lips together as he kept his attention on my neck. I couldn't let the silence continue, especially when it seemed like he was expecting another response from me.

“I won't disturb you, you have my word and obedience,” I said barely above a whisper.

He cleared his throat and brushed past me. He twisted the knob to walk out but he stopped for a second and turned to me. “Get that fixed,” he stated, walking out almost immediately.

As the door clasped shut, I dropped my hands and heaved a heavy sigh. What had I gotten myself into? Was I actually safe in these halls? What if he totally hated me? Why was I giving such a posh and luxurious room? Why was he helping me?

I couldn't wrap my head around it, but I knew one thing for sure, I lived for another day. I didn't know what it had for me, but I was alive.

“But at what cost? I'm a wretch,” I spat out, wrapping my arms around my chest. I hunched my shoulders and my eyebrows dropped. “What if I live here as a slave?”

“Are you kidding me?” My wolf echoed in my head. “Take a look at this room, does this looks like the maid's quarter?”

“No… but you heard him, he's not pumped that I'm here,”

“Obviously, you are still a stranger as long as his concerned, and not just any stranger, but from a rival pack,” my wolf replied. “He's the Alpha here and it's his job to make sure he's not welcoming a threat in his home. We'll be fine if we obey his rules,”

My wolf was always different. She was tactical, precise and easily read any situation in the room. I walked towards the window, placing my hands on the window frames. I opened the curtain and shut my eyes as a warm rush of air softly dabbed my skin.

“I hope you are right,” I said, turning to the bed.

The door clicked open and the maid who had previously led me in here walked in. She circled her eyes on my ripped shirt, quickly raising her brows in alarm.

“Goodness, how did that happen?” She voiced, dropping her Swiffer duster.

“Oh, it's nothing. It ripped a moment ago.” I said, covering it up again. “Is it possible to get a needle to stich it in place.”

“A needle? She questioned. “Don't be ridiculous,” she chuckled softly.

I chuckled back without knowing the reason for her laughter. “I can't leave it open like this,” I continued.

“Of course, I'll get you a new one,” she said and walked to the other window by our right and opened the curtains.

“You don't have to. Really, you don't. You… you all have done more than enough for me.”

“You don't know it yet, do you?” She stopped and heaved a sigh.

“Know what?” I questioned, rolling my eyes in curiosity. She stepped closer until she was two feet away.

“You are a guest here. Alpha gave us orders to make you as comfortable as you please.,” she glanced at my ripped clothes and softened her smile. “So that means new clothes and all the warm gestures you can get,”

“What! That's impossible. He… he,” I paused as I turned straight to the door.

What was happening? I asked myself. The man had threatened me and expressed that he wasn't pleased at my presence, but somehow I was a guest he was willing to make comfortable?