Chapter 20

Sybil’s POV

I stepped back, raising my hand as I walked out of the kitchen. Leaving the girls behind. They muttered something about me pretending, but I didn’t mind.

On my way to the room, I met with Aria too. We walked side by side to our rooms. The moment we were in she dashed to the toilet while I slumped on my bed.

How do I meet with my father? Should I go tonight? If I went tonight there was a high chance of getting caught, also I could go unnoticed. They wouldn’t think anyone would be foolish enough to come down to the dungeon after the incident with the spies.

Aria stepped out and hit the bathroom. The warm water made it hard to leave. So leaned against the tub and imagined the ironic life.

Back at my pack I didn’t have a tub inside my small bedroom, and I was free, albeit slightly. However, here I was a sex slave. I had a bathtub.

“What was your dream before you were bought?” Aria asked, back on her bed, facing the ceiling.

I contemplated before I answered. Have I ever had a dream? If so, what was it about? I doubted I had. Since our father abandoned us, our sole purpose, my sister and I had been to survive Kane and his wicked pack members.

“I had a dream,” Aria said when I didn’t answer faster. I was glad she took the lead.

“To be a tailor.”

Now I sat up, and Eve attempted to sit up as well. “A tailor?” She asked.

“Mhmm, I imagined attending balls with my outfit. I also dreamed of making Luna’s dress sometimes, being the alpha, and Luna’s personal tailor. But all that has gone down the drain, do you think I can still achieve it?”

I was big on realism. Hell I didn’t pray to the moon goddess till this place and I wasn’t sentimental, it only made one more open to getting hurt.

So I should tell her the truth. Dreams were only for the little child in us, for the hope it sprang, but dream wasn’t something that came true if not my father wouldn’t have abandoned his children.

“I had a dream as well,” Eve whispered, her head leaning against the headboard of her bed. “To be a doctor, my father was especially good at it, it was as if he was born with the spirit of healing. His medicine worked the best and I always admired him.”

A ghostly smile graced her lips as she recalled sweet memories of her childhood days. “One time I was sick during the holiday when I had just recently shifted. I fractured my bone in the process. My father had to go into the woods. Mix some herbs I have no clue about then apply it to my leg. He massaged it and by the next day, I was whole.”

“We said he performed magic. Because of how good he was, the alpha and Luna hired him.” Her face fell then, “to be a doctor was what I had ever dreamed, I don’t know how to be anything again aside from that.”

Was it baseless to dream or did it actually come true?

It was naturally my turn to speak so I whispered, “My dream was to travel around, with my family.” With Dad and Marylyn, I was to see the world that my mother had described. “But dreams are just a way to hurt ourselves.”

“Do you…” Aria lay down on the bed, facing each one of us, “Do you think your dream comes true? Or am I just stuck at ten?”

It was sad hearing that, “we are all stuck.”

“Well, I believe dreams still come true.” Aria rolled on her back, her voice wistful. “I want it to come true.”

“How will you do it? How?” Eve asked not to point out that it was pointless to hope, but out of genuine curiosity. I saw it in the way she looked at her and the way her voice broke.

“I don’t know Eve, if I can’t dream I can’t leave. Every day I wake up and that’s what pushes me through the day, makes me work and survive. How can I give up on the thing that makes me want to live for?”

Putting it like that made me realize that I in fact had a dream. My sister. She was my dream. She was the reason I didn’t want to die, the reason I put up a fight, the reason I woke up with hope. She was my dream and if she was my goal there was no way in hell I would allow life to rip her from me.

“I changed my mind. Dreams come true,” I suddenly said and they were facing me. “They must. I can’t let them go and neither should you.”

We talked some more, they reminisced over some happy memories with their dead parents while all I could remember was the face of their father leaving, him running, stumbling, and running.

Did we have any happy moments before then? I should ask him.

“Eve! Aria!” I called twice and when there was no answer I slipped out of bed, wore my night slippers and stepped out of the room.

Outside in the hallway, I began making my way down to the bar when I caught sight of Violet, caged to the wall, her legs up around a body pressed I couldn’t see. But I knew the werewolf wasn’t The Rogue Alpha.

She was moaning like a bitch in heat, rubbing her body against whoever it was. Her dress was dragged down to expose pink tits, caught between the man’s hand. He was squeezing hard while he fucked her to oblivion.

I turned away, continuing on my way to the cell but I halted because I didn’t know how I was going to make it in.

“What are you doing here?” The voice made me jump. My hand flew to my chest and I gasped, shaking more than I needed.

The rogue alpha stood before me. I bowed, legs jelly from raw visceral fear. I have to postpone my father's visit. It was rash and stupid of me.

“I couldn’t sleep, I’m sorry for disturbing you.” I made to walk around him, back to my room when he grabbed me, yanked me close.

“I have difficulty sleeping as well, get me a glass of wine.”

“Yes, alpha.”

“To my room,” he said before walking away.

I nodded and went to the kitchen. I grabbed his goblet and then a bottle of wine and took them to his room. I knocked on the door. There was no way I was repeating the same mistake twice.

“Come in,” he called from inside and I used the weight of my body to push the door open.

I set the wine and chalice down on the table. Then proceeded to pour the drink for him. He sat on the bed, all savaged and fresh after his bath. I could smell the scent of his wash, mixed with the distinctive smell of his body, earthy and steel.

“Serve yourself,” he ordered and I did just that. There was no need arguing with him, I wouldn’t win.

So with the two glasses, I walked to him. I sat by the edge of the bed. Cautious of where I was, fully aware of his presence.

“Tell me, what do you know about your father?” The question was out of nowhere and I wondered if he knew that my father was in his dungeon. Did he even know the families he had wiped out with his thirst for blood? Did he

“He left when we were younger, that’s all I know about him.” I answered truthfully. I didn’t want to talk about my father and least of all with him.

“And your sister?”

I brought the cup down from my lips and answered, “With my alpha.”

He nodded, “he has always been pompous, hasn’t he?”

I didn’t tell him that they were both the same but nodded. I don’t know why the alpha approached me, but I had to be careful. A man of his status didn’t do something just because it was thrilling.

“Ask what you have in mind, Sybil.” He nudged me with the wine cup and I looked away. Was my disdain that visible?

“I have nothing, my alpha.”

He chuckled and was downright dark and evil, like hearing death mock you. I mean that was what he was. Death.

I cleared my throat then, shifting to the edge of the bed, fully aware of what happened the last time I was here.

“What’s your dream?” I asked foolishly. I had many things I wanted to know. Like for one, why were all the alphas blood-sucking bastards? What was he doing here, camping in this forest? So many but I had to ask the lamest.

“I see that it was passed down.” He gave a crooked smile as his doubts were cleared. What they were about I had no clue.

“My dream is not something you should know just yet,” he hooked his finger under my chin and pulled me close.

The wine mixed with his breath that I wanted to kiss, taste the mixture of it from his mouth. We hadn’t kissed and I longed to know what he would taste like. As sweet as his release. I wanted to taste it.

His tongue darted forward and he licked his lips before he dropped his mouth to my collarbone.