Chapter 4

Zara

"Rude" I mummured.

Judging from the kind of person Alpha Ryan was, it wasn't hard to see that he was a man of pride who didn't beg. He saw begging as a way of being weak and left for me, I was ready to break him until the only thing left for him to do was to beg. I closed my eyes for a bit, thinking back to everything that led to this very moment. A few days ago, I was working my ass off in order to pay up the student loan I was immersed in, just to be sold off by my adoptive parents to one of the most ruthless men there was.

"My life is a joke." I paused, looking at my hands that were shaking on their own accord. Ryan had inflicted so much fear in me that I was finding it hard to even think for myself. There were many things I could do to him but what was the point when all of those things would most likely lead me to my death.

I looked out the window, barricaded so tight, it felt like I was in a supermax prison when ideally, I was in his pack, a fortress built so tight it felt like a cave. One thing I knew here was that, I was never getting here alive and it would take me a miracle to leave here unharmed.

Sinking on the bed, my mind went through so many what if's and moments I knew I could escape if I knew what was coming for me. I was the last living Eserai but now, with this new clause Ryan had drawn up for me, it could very well be my last moments on earth because I sure as hell knew I wouldn't survive whatever amount of blood he wanted to draw out from me.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

My head snapped up when I saw Mira standing by the door, a look in her eyes I couldn't quite comprehend. I hadn't even known when she opened the door and now, it felt like I was looking at an apparition because I didn't expect her to be here.

"What do you want?"

I shouldn't have sounded harsh but who was I kidding? She now saw me as a threat, sent here to take her man even though this place was the last place I wanted to be but here we are.

Shutting the door with a small click, she walked further inside, taking time with her steps even though we both knew she was trying to assert dominance, to prove that she was the lady of the house, Luna and I was... well, nothing but a slave to be used as they pleased.

"What do you want?" I asked again, this time, rising to my feet.

"Calm down... You don't need to be rude. I only came to reintroduce myself properly since, well, we couldn't earlier."

Who was she fooling? There was a mischievous look in her eyes that told me she was far from being a friend. She was here to break me, not with tools but with her words and she was doing a perfect job of that.

"I don't need to know you. You are Ryan's wife, that's all that matters." I snapped, looking away.

At this point, I was already close to tears because I hated being in a situation like this. It made me feel weak, like I had no hope of getting out of here and it pissed me badly.

"Ryan's Luna," she corrected.

"Isn't that the same thing?" I asked, my eyes not leaving her.

She chuckled, leaning on the wall, as her eyes trained on me. It just felt like she was trying to read me, to understand me even though I had no idea why.

I shrugged, giving up because if they wanted to kill me, they could as well do it now. I was tired of this, tired of the way they treated me like it was a taboo and a wonder to behold all at the same time.

"You know the reason why you are here."

She didn't pose it as a question so I didn't see the need to answer her so I simply kept quiet, watching her every move.

"Answer me when I speak to you!" she barked.

I hated that I jumped in fright because it just felt like I was scared of her, but at that moment, what she did caught me completely off guard and so, my reaction was completely understandable but not to her. To her, she felt like she owned me.

"Yes," I simply said.

"Good and then you know that you would do everything you are being told to do without questions and that includes feeding Sinclair with your blood when he needs you," she said, coming closer.

I squared up, staring at her as if challenging her to a fight. I saw a flicker in her eyes, just barely noticeable before it was quickly replaced by her stoic expression.

"Yes," I said, again.

"Good. Then we have no problems. But I must warn you, if you fail to carry out your responsibilities, if you even hesitate to, I will put you to death and Ryan wouldn't know."

She smiled frostily, enjoying every bit of this and I knew she was, giving the twinkle that now appeared in her eyes. Her jet black hair, which fell loosely by her side made her look every bit of the witch she was. Though strikingly beautiful, I knew her heart was anything but beautiful.

"Do what you are supposed to do and we will have no problems," she smiled.

Without another word, she walked out of the room, giving me one final look of warning before shutting the door, this time with a loud bang.

I sank on the bed, holding, my head in my hands because now, I was faced with an impossible task, feeding the very person that I knew deep down was responsible for the near extinction of my kind. We had a long history, that much was certain and if i dug deeper, deeper than the lies and facade i was made to believe, Ryan and his family wouldn't be far.

Now here, under his watch and order, I knew I needed to do everything possible to avenge my parents and make him pay for everything he had made me pass through and in that moment, I knew just where to begin- with the very thing he craved, my blood.