Chapter 4: To kill a monster

Nyx's pov

I was sprawled on the cold, hard floor, my heart pounding erratically in my chest with every painful breath I tried to take. 

The pain in my neck was unbearable, like a thousand hot needles were piercing my skin. Something dark and foreign flowed through my veins, like a virus, infecting every part of me and twisting my insides into knots. My heart felt like it was racing out of control, beating so fast that I thought it would burst out of my chest.

And then there was the thirst. A gnawing, insistent thirst that grew with every passing moment, a hunger for something that I couldn't name or understand. I felt like I was dying of thirst.

It was as if I was being transformed into something inhuman, something that was no longer human, but something dark and dangerous. The Alpha's venom was coursing through my veins, changing me, and I could feel myself losing control, losing my sense of self and falling into a dark abyss.

In my dreams, I saw him smiling at me in smug satisfaction. His eyes, piercing and cold, like two chips of ice. His beautiful face twisted into a manic snarl, revealing his gleaming fangs, evidence of his vampiric nature. His lips stained with my blood. Claws ready to slice me open.

Fear suddenly gripped me and I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to focus on my breathing. My lungs were on fire and straining against my ribcage, trying to extract what little air was left in the room. 

Tears welled up in my eyes as another pout of pain wrung me out and I squeezed into a ball and let out an earsplitting scream, shaking and trembling. My skin felt like it was melting off my bones. I had lost count of how long it had been since that mad man injected his vile venom into me. I could feel his disgusting venom coursing through my veins, clouding my mind and blurring my vision. 

I could feel my body working overtime, trying to fight off the poison in my body. I had been left in this tiny room for god knows how long, without any food and water. Right now, I craved something new, something fresh, something I've never craved in my life… Human blood. I craved it so much that it felt like I'd die if I don't have it.

But I'd rather die than submit to that part of me that wants to be a flesh eating monster. The only thing that has kept me going is the thought of escape and revenge. 

My thoughts come to a complete halt when I heard the metal door creak open. Harsh light flooded the room for a second and then the door slammed shut.

I have been locked in with a monster.

"What do you want?!" I demanded, my voice coming out like a croak.

"I see it'll take more to break that stubborn spirit of yours."

I struggled to sit up, my body screaming in pain as I tried to appear more dignified. At least, as dignified as I could with my stench, dirty clothes and chains and shackles on my wrists and ankles.

My eyes struggled to focus as a wave of nausea and dizziness took over me. And all I could see was his towering figure looming over me, a silhouette of raw power and domination.

His features were obscured, but I could feel the anger radiating from him, like a tempest in the dark. I could sense the blood, still fresh on his lips, and the razor-sharp fangs bared in a snarl.

He walked over to me until he was right in front of me. I bit down hard on my bottom lip to stop my lips from quivering. The immense power emanating from him was almost maddening.

"Stand up," he ordered, his voice a form, husky tone.

I remained sitting.

An animalistic grin graced his beautiful face, warping it into something darker and crueler. "Sit." He said.

I scrambled up to my feet, huffing out a breath and fighting down the wave of nausea that climbed up my throat.

He raised an eyebrow at my childish refusal to give him what he wanted. I glared back at him. There was an amused glint in his eyes at my stubbornness. I won't give in to him. I won't be his puppet. 

"So this is how you want to play," he chuckled, looking down on him as I glared into his obsidian black orbs. 

He walked back to the only chair at the far corner of the tiny room. "Fine then, let's keep playing." He sat on the chair, the perfect picture of a proud, ruthless king. His gaze hardened as they zeroed in on me. "Crawl to me," he commanded.

Every bone in my body wanted to obey his command, but I slammed down on my instincts with a two hundred pound sledgehammer and sat back on the dirty ground.

Another bout of pain made me collapse and fall face first on the dirty floor.

By the time I stopped wretching and screaming, he was in front of me, watching me with amusement as I tried to hide my pain.

He bent down, bringing his face close to mine, and whispered with a voice like razors. 

"You're even more stubborn than I thought."

"Better stubborn than obedient to a monster." I gritted out. 

He remained quiet as he suddenly took my face in his large hands, his touch surprisingly soft and gentle. He had a thoughtful look in his eyes as he caressed my cheekbones and traced my parched lips. His touch was soothing to my fever burned skin and I found myself leaning into his touch, seeking relief from all the pain.

Wait WHAT?!

I flinched away from him the moment my senses came crashing back to me. 

Another wave of pain assaulted me the moment I left the comfort of his hands.

"Even now in this state, your body seeks comfort in my touch. Give in to what it wants, Nyx."

"Never!" I bit out, my insides squeezing in on me.

 "You will learn to obey me, or suffer the consequences."

He had already killed my parents, destroyed my home, murdered off my pack and put my race on the brink of extinction. My pride was all I had left and I'd be damned if I let him take it from me. 

He took my face in his hands again and traced my parched lips. "All that pride and stubbornness will only get you killed, Nyx. Even the worst sex slave in my harem is treated better than this. I'm sure I could find use for all that pent up angst you have in you." His voice dropped to a seductive whisper. "All you have to do is submit to me."

"Over. My. Dead. Body!" I bit down hard on his finger and when he stepped back, I spat at his feet, daring him to do his worst

It wasn't until I looked up, that I realized I fucked up.

The room fell silent as the tension built between us. He took a step forward, his face, a tight mask of rage and I backed away, trying to put as much distance between us as possible until I was backed into a corner, with nowhere to go.

"You want to be a stubborn cunt? Fine. Be my guest. But know this Nyx," he grabbed my hair tight, pulling it back so that my chin jerked up to meet his livid gaze. "You WILL regret your actions," he said, his voice low and dangerous. I could feel the fear building inside of me, but I refused to show it, not wanting to let him see me falter.

"You're going to have to make me." I snapped back. My heart pounding wildly in my chest.

"Very well then." He said to me, releasing the hold he had on me. He turned, opened the door and ordered his men outside. "Theodore! Delix! Bring her meal!" 

Meal?

The thought of having something to eat made my mouth water in approval.

However, all my appetite dropped to my feet when I saw the idea of the meal he was talking about.

Humans.

They were humans. A man, a woman, and a five-year-old boy I'm sure is their son.

"W- what are you doing?!" I demanded as the sentinels pushed them into the room with me.

"Stop!" I screamed as they bound their wrists and ankles in tight ropes. The little boy was screaming and crying and his mother tried her best to pacify him, even though she was scared herself.

They were trembling and crying and my heart ached for them as they tried to squeeze into a corner of the room farthest from me.

"Atlas!" I called out as the door started to shut. "Wait!"

All I heard was his cold, mocking voice. "You had your chance, Nyx. See you in the next three days."

The door slammed and I was immersed in darkness with a three course meal I was dying to devour.