4: Little Bunny

DAISY'S POV

The room was darker than I expected. It took a while for my pupils to adjust to the little lighting in the area.

The brooding power of Alpha Zordon attacked me before I even saw him. I felt it crawling over my skin like a swarm of ants, tickling and biting my flesh.

My pulse pounded as my eyes saw his silhouette lean back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass as he adjusted his trousers. His golden pinky ring glistened in the darkness as the red ruby winked at me.

I could feel his attention on me, pressing down on my body as though he were assessing my every curve.

He broke the silence which lingered in the air.

"Are you scared, Little Bunny?" He asked me. His voice was sweet as honey. I was shocked to hear how every word rolled off his tongue so smoothly. Like butter over hot toast.

And even though I was afraid, something inside me told me not to cower.

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out even though I was screaming the answer, NO, in my head.

He chuckled while he sipped on his liquor. The sipping sound made the blood rush to my head.

He stood up and switched on the light above his desk. My breath caught in my throat. His face was nowhere near the savage I pictured him to be. In fact, he was the most beautiful man I've ever seen. Black shiny hair that was pinned back in a low ponytail. Thick eyebrows that framed his almond-shaped eyes perfectly. And his lips made my chapped ones seemed like Spongebob and Patrick when they had been left out in the sun for too long.

I couldn't help but to lick my lips, wetting them because of my nervousness and also because of how bothered this man was making me.

He wore a black dress pants and a red long-sleeved shirt. I watched as he unbuttoned the top of his shirt with one hand.

"You're staring, Little Bunny," he chuckled as he walked around to the front of his desk. He sat on the edge, sipping on his alcohol, while he casually smirked at me. The ice cubes clinked around in the glass everytime he gave it a whirl. "What is it, Little Bunny, wolf got your tongue?" A cackle rumbled from his chest.

I straightened my frame. 'Don't get lost in his attractiveness, Daisy,' I warned myself. 'He is still the enemy. The brute who stole you from your pack.'

I didn't know where I got the strength from to speak, but I did.

"You think this is amusing?" I snapped, my voice hoarse from crying all the way to this place.

"She speaks," he laughed. "And here I thought you were a mute,” he purred. “Mutes are no fun. I like to hear the ladies scream."

I bared my teeth and snarled at him. "So you find having me sent here as livestock funny? Because I don't."

Zordon arched his brows. "You're not livestock. You're a gift. One that I paid highly for."

I scoffed, glaring at him. "I might as well be livestock since you are already referring to me as a bunny," I hissed. "And I am not a gift nor will I ever be yours."

His smirk deepened. Slow and dangerous. "A bold claim for someone standing in my home, in my pack, after being given to me."

"I didn't agree to this," I seethed.

Zordon tilted his head. "And yet, here you are." He took another sip of his drink.

The casual manner he spoke, the way his silver eyes gleamed with something unreadable, made my skin light up somehow, but I couldn't figure out why my body was reacting like this.

Zordon was enjoying this, watching me squirm, testing my reaction.

I refused to give him the satisfaction.

"I don't care what deal you made with Dexter," I hissed. "I don't belong to you, and I sure as hell won't be some twisted form of payment."

Zordon let out a low chuckle. "Is that so?" He set his glass down on the table behind him and pushed his body forward.

I hadn't truly registered how big he was until now. He must have been around six feet, six inches tall.

He moved like a predator, slow and calculated. His soaring, broad frame radiated raw power. He stood in front of me, his cologne making my head spin. I always liked a man that smelt nice and clean and Zordon was all of those things and more. Sexy, addictive, and alluring.

He stared down at me as though I were his next challenge.

My muscles tensed, every survival instinct screaming for me to run, but I held my ground as he came even closer. The alcohol on his breath made me thirsty. I swallowed hard to try and wet my parched throat.

"You seem like trouble, Little Bunny," he let out. His wolf swimming at the surface as he lowered his head and pressed his nose into my hair then inhaled sharply. I seized my breath as his body shuddered. I could tell he was enjoying my scent. "I don't do trouble," he stepped back. "Maybe I should just throw you in the dungeons and call this deal a loss," he murmured, circling me, his voice like velvet over steel. "Or I could send you to the barracks, make you work the fore like the rest of the prisoners I take."

I swallowed hard, but refused to drop my gaze.

"I'm not a prisoner," I said through gritted teeth.

"You're not free, either," he countered, stopping just in front of me. "Tell me, why should I keep you?"

The question sent a shiver down my spine. This sounded more like a test.

"You bought me. Shouldn't you know what you wanted me for?" I snapped and immediately regretted my outburst.

"See, you're too spicy for me, Little Bunny. I had plans for you, but now I think I'll just kill you and be done with it."

Kill me? I gulped. No! I'd come too far to die now. If I showed fear, he'd crush me. If I begged, he'd own me.

So I did the only thing I could.

I raised my chin and met his gaze head-on. "You can't kill me. That would be unfortunate for you."

"How so?" he rubbed his chin while he flexed his jaw muscles. Moves like this should be illegal.

I puffed my chest. "Because I'm too valuable to you alive than dead. I'm even more valuable to you than being your breeder or your sex slave."

Surprise flickered in his silver eyes.

"Oh?" He smirked. "My mind wasn't anywhere near those two last choices. But I must say, Little Bunny, you've now stirred my imagination. Maybe I should keep you and turn you into my whore. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"You're sickening!" I shouted in horror. "I rather die than endure such torture. So Just kill me and be done with it."

Zordon rubbed his chin while he stared at me. If I wasn't mistaken, I would say he was curious.

"You said you can be more valuable to me. What did you mean by that?"

Finally, we're back on track.

"If you were willing to pay Dexter money for me when he was the one who owed you, then I must be worth something to you," I replied, forcing confidence into my voice. "You must have seen something in me the moment you locked eyes on me that morning," I gulped, and his silence proved that I had given him something to consider. I wasn't going to lose this momentum, so I continued. "Which means you have two choices, treat me like a prisoner and waste whatever potential I have..." I took a step closer, until there was barely an inch between us, "...or use me for something far more valuable than laying with me every night,” I breathed out. “I studied politics and business management at the university. You have plenty of women to use for pleasure, so instead of using my body, use my brain."

Zordon stared at me for a long moment. Then he let out a low, dark chuckle.

"You're not what I expected, Little Bunny," he admitted, stepping back. "Most women in your position would be weeping by now, but not you. You have this fire blazing inside you that if I'm not careful, I’m sure to get burned."

"I'm not most women," I bit out. "And my strength was always something that scared Dexter somehow, even though he said he liked my feistiness." I quickly shook the thought of Dexter from my mind.

Zordon's smirk returned, sharp and assessing.

"For once, I agree with Alpha Dexter," he replied, nodding his head.

A beat of silence stretched between us.

He came closer to me. I could feel the heat radiating from his body. My nether region wouldn't stop misbehaving.

"Before I give you my verdict. I have a question," he stated. "I know you see how anxious my wolf is in your presence, but why is your wolf so quiet?" He asked.

"Well, Patra is a bit shy plus she has trouble tapping into her wolf senses," I told him truthfully.

"Please elaborate." He seemed genuinely curious to know about my wolf.

"Even though she has a good sense of hearing and sight, her sense of smell has been nothing special, not since I got hit by a car when I was a teenager."

"Hmm," he let out. Then he shouted to one of the guards. "Take her to the East Wing." He turned his gaze towards me. "So, Daisy," he said my name for the first time since we met, and I must say, I've never heard it sound so beautiful. "I guess I will see you soon."

I felt his laser beam eyes burning my ass as his guard took me away.