Chapter 4

ANYA'S POV

It’s been three days since I was bought by Alpha Rolan and I’ve soon come to realize that he said I was his prisoner, and meant every word of it.

I wasn’t allowed to leave the four walls of the spacious room. The security on me was so tight that there were guards standing at my door 24/7.

The room that I had once loved the first night I came here was now my beautiful prison. A prison I would give anything now to step out of.

But on the bright side, I was well fed and had so many new clothes that I don’t think I would ever have to repeat a dress for a month.

Every luxury possible I couldn’t have at Silverfang pack were now mine for the taking, but I still wanted more. And right now, more was getting to leave this damned room!

The sound of boots hard on the solid floor escaped the wooden barrier called door. And the knob twisted before it gently pushed open but I didn’t turn my gaze from the window.

I already knew who it was even before the key was put into the lock.

Alpha Rolan’s footsteps grew louder with each step he took towards me and the scent of his icy perfume filled the air. How could someone smell so good?

But I was too angry to let my mind linger on how amazing he smells.

He stopped beside me, his presence giving a warmth that made goosebumps litter across my skin.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” he tipped his head to the window.

With my eyes still fixed at the garden. The early moon cast her ethereal light over the beds of roses, giving them a shimmering blue glow that tugged in the strings of my heart.

“It is,” I spoke in a low voice, hoping it doesn’t give a single emotion away. “It’s a shame I can’t go see it, though.”

“I know what you’re doing. And it wouldn’t work, bastard.”

Anger bubbled within me at how easily he dismissed me and for the first time since he came in, I turned to face him. Only to wish I hadn’t made such a stupid mistake.

I didn’t realize how close we were standing till my nose brushed his chest. I tipped my head back and glared at his face.

Why was he so tall anyways?

His face grew smug when he noticed how difficult it was for me to look at him and my anger only grew.

“I’d like to go outside. To the garden.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“That’s not a good enough reason.”

“It is for me.”

“Well, it isn’t for me.”

“That’s on you then.”

“You have no right to keep me here.”

“I have every right to keep you in this place. And do you know why that is?”

His eyes grew heavy with an emotion I couldn’t place in my mind. He took a step closer. I took a step back and just when I thought he was about to take another step closer, he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me closer till there was no space between us.

“Because I own you. In fact I have fifty thousand rights to keep you here, considering I bought you in front of everyone from your bitch of a stepmother. So I can do whatever I want with you.”

He let go of my hand at once and walked to the door without sparing me a second glance. I turned and walked till I fell unto the bed, sobbing bitterly into the beautiful bedcovers.

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My heart pounded against its ribcage and my footsteps made thuds against the ground as I ran from a creature I knew nothing of.

Insects stung my skin and the smell of blood tainted the air but I didn’t stop running.

Until the very insects that stung me began to crawl out of my mouth. And then the creature caught up to me.

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“No!” A scream pierced the air as I perked off the bed.

Labored breaths fell from my lips and my eyes landed on the sweat soaked bed covers and pillows, my hair stuck to my neck.

“It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream,” I whispered to myself in what I could only imagine to be a soothing voice, me heart rate slowing.

“What were you dreaming about?”

I screamed into the darkness and threw a pillow at the intruder, only to meet the piercing gaze of Rolan.

“What are you doing here? And why are you watching me sleep?”

“I’m not watching you sleep.”

“So then why are you here?!” Anger and fear slipped into my voice and for a second I thought I saw his eyes softened but it was gone before It was even there and a wicked look appeared in his eyes.

“What does it look like? I’m here to claim my mate.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about?”

“I didn’t ask to be claimed by you,” I pushed myself closer to the bed and drew the covers closer to my chest, hoping that maybe this was just some sick joke of his.

But it wasn’t. Because a devilish smirk appeared on his face and the air grew thick with tension.

“I don’t have to ask for your permission.”

That was the only warning I got before he pounced on the bed and pinned me under him.

“Let go of me!” I struggled.

His grip on my hands tightened and he began ripping at my night gown. His eyes were a bright red and tears streamed down my face.

“Stop, please! I’m begging you!”

He didn’t stop. His free hand fondled my breasts and a scream tore through me as he abused my body.

“Help! Someone!” I screamed my lungs out.

But no one came to help. Not the servants whose quarters were close by. Not guards who I bet stood outside, hearing him take advantage of me.

No one could help me because they were all terrified of him. And I couldn’t blame them. He terrified me as well.

It didn't stop me from hating them all though. But not as much as I hate him.