Chapter 4

ANYA’S POV

It's been three days since I was bought by Alpha Rolan and I've soon come to realise that he said I wouldn't go outside, meant every word of it.

I wasn't allowed to leave the fore walls of this space. It's so bad that there are guards standing at my door 24/7 and the room that I had once loved the first night I came here has now become my beautiful prison.

A prison I would give to step out of.

But on the bright side, I'm well fed and I have so many new clothes that I don't think I could ever have to repeat a dress for a year. Most of the luxuries I couldn't have when I was still in the Silverfang pack are now mine for the taking but I still wanted more. And right now, more included getting to leave this damned room.

The knob twisted and the door was gently pushed open but I didn't turn my gaze from the window. I already knew who it was even before he put the key into the lock.

Alpha Rolan’s footsteps grew louder with each step he took towards me and the smell of his woodsy scent perfumed the air. How can one person smell so good?

But I'm 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?” I tipped my head to the window with my eyes still trained on the garden. The moon casted her ethereal light over the flowers giving them a beauty that tugged on the strings of my heart.

“It is,” he spoke in a deep voice that didn't give a single emotion away.

“It's a shame I can't go see it.”

“I know what you're doing. And it wouldn't work, little girl.”

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 realise 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 to look at him and my anger only grew.

“I want to go outside.”

“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 want to know why.”

His eyes grew heavy with an emotion I couldn't recognise. 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. I bought you from your bitch of a stepmother. I gave you clothes to wear. I gave you food to put in your belly. I took you from the slums and put you in a literal castle. I gave YOU everything you have now! So I also get to dictate when you get to go outside. And that's never.”

He let go of my hand and walked to the door without sparing me a second glance. I walked closer before I fell to the bed and sobbed into the beautiful bedcovers.

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

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 come from my mouth. 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 and my hair stuck to my neck.

“It's just a dream. It's just a dream,” it whispered to myself in what I can only imagine to be a soothing voice and my heart rate slowed down.

“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.

“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 ominous.

“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!”

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 assaulted my body.

“Somebody help me!”

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 my body without my consent and even after he left.

No one could help me because they were all afraid of him. And I can't blame them. I'd be afraid of him too if I were in their place.

But it doesn't stop me from hating them. But not as much as I hate him.