Chapter 5- The Heartless Alpha.

Whatever was going on, Nyssa was lost.

She stood at the main entrance, gazing at the man who wanted to use her for meat. Why the hell did he change his mind? She had heard the other man tell some men to proceed with the killings.

Excluding her.

They cleaned her up, changing her from the rags she had been wearing for long, to this - a better dress - the kind a Palace maid would wear.

What did these people want with her?

“What's your name?” The wicked man asked.

She looked up, snapped out of her thoughts. “I don't owe you that piece of information, do I?” She looked at the other man who brought her here. “Ask your man to take me back to that room. I'd rather be used as meat than answer his questions.” She tried to move away, but Bastian did a good job bringing her back to the spot.

“Why do I care?” Alpha Zevran let out.

He didn't care what her name was. He had in fact, wanted to implement it in his rejection speech - but it didn't matter that much. He adjusted.

Nyssa watched his wicked eyes.

He gazed at her. She couldn't deny, however - he was a handsome man with a good physique. But what was that supposed to even change?

All that mattered to her was her fate.

What was he about to do with her?

Zevran, after so much thought, opened his mouth. “I, King of The Stormveil Pack, am rejecting you on this day. I shall have nothing - absolutely nothing at all to do with you. You and I shall share no bond, we shall share no love or even affection.”

OK?

Now what the hell was happening?

Nyssa pondered on the words he said. She looked at the other man, confused. “Is this what your Alpha does to people he'd use as meat? I'm not sure what is happening here if you asked me.”

The Alpha chuckled.

“Did you see that, Bastian?” He called his beta. “She's so Omega she doesn't know what's going on. How can I be with a woman like this?” He faced Nyssa now. “You don't understand what just happened, do you? I shall be willing to—”

“I don't understand—” She cut him short. “First you were going to use me as meat, next I'm taken out of that room and brought to yours. Then you sing me your rejection speech - what is going on?”

“You amaze me with how you sound.” The Alpha resumed. He looked around the room before facing her. “I wonder how weak you are - how finished you are that you can't see what is happening. Omega wolves feel, how can't you?” He got up and paced the space, worry written on his face. “Why will the moon goddess punish me with someone like you? Thalia was better.”

“What do—do you even mean?”

“How insufferable can you be? How can't you see you and I are mates and I have just rejected the bond we share? Who the fuck are you?”

These words simmered into her head.

It felt like a dream. A good and a bad dream.

“Wh—what did you just say to me?”

Zevran scoffed as he returned to his seat. “What?” Her mouth opened as she threw him another question. How did she not know?

Last she checked, Omega wolves could feel it when they met their mates. What now?

And why would the moon goddess be so unkind to her? Mating her with a man as wicked as this one. Someone who almost used her for meat. Nyssa wasn't even certain he wouldn't end up eating her. They hate each other - so much.

Mate?

Mate?!

Unbelievable.

She needed some time to herself. But how much time did Nyssa even have? One glance at the Alpha, she glanced at the other man whom she concluded was his beta. The urge to escape was more than overwhelming - but she couldn't just leave. Not when she had questions for him.

“I am your mate—”

“Was, woman. Not any longer.”

“Was?” She cried. “It is you who have taken me against my will. I do not wish to be under the same roof as you. Why will you even reject me?!”

“Are you seriously asking me that?”

“Yes—why?”

“Why not?” Alpha Zevran asked.

At this point, there was anger on his countenance. He hated it that she still talked to him like he was her mate. What the hell was wrong with her? Who was she? Why didn't she tell him where she came from? “You have the guts to speak to me however you like but you can't see the point?”

Nyssa wondered again, but she didn't see it.

“You're weak, woman—” The Alpha spells it out. “A man like me should not be affiliated with a woman like you. Over my dead body.” He got up and paced the space. “You're also very lucky we shared a bond we no longer share. You have the right to live again, rather than being used for meat.” He smiled, sat back down, and resumed. “Now, you shall tell me the truth. What is your name and where do you come from, woman?”

Nyssa shook her head. “I don't know.”

That's what he thought she would say. Especially now that she knows she may have an upper hand because of the bond they share. “Right—” The Alpha muttered after thinking. “Your name isn't as important as you think it is, you know? This is because you're about to work under me - as my personal maid. ‘Maid’ is a good name for you.”

“I am not going to be your maid—”

“That's where you're getting it all wrong.”

He scoffed as he glanced at Beta Bastian who was watching. “Have my personal maid's room arranged. The woman shall be my own maid from this moment - under my watch only.”

“Yes, my lord. Anything else?”

“She resumes work tonight.” He smiled. “Order the head of the maids to put her through.”

“I am not going to become your maid.”

“You don't have a choice, maid.” Again, he laughs.

***

The door to a room opened.

Just as the Alpha announced, this room was right next to his. “This is your new room.” Bastian announced. “You should take a bath.”

Before she could raise any questions, he was on his way out. Nyssa simply looked, inspecting this new space as she looked around - moving from corner to corner. There were two windows - unlike the room she was forced to live in back in The Silvermoon Pack - there was no window in it.

After a thorough inspection, Nyssa caught up with the bathroom door - a towel she snatched from the closet in her hand. She took a bath not long ago, but another one seemed necessary.

Washing the meeting with that man off her body seemed like an important ritual to do.

Unbelievable. He was her mate.

A man she hated so much, even though he saved her life. What different was he from a beast?

Someone who used humans as meat.

What would have been her fate if she weren't his mate? This puzzle was something she tried to solve as Nyssa led her way out of the bathroom.

“Hello.” Someone was in the room with her.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Nyssa looked up. Behold, a woman in uniform - holding a tray. “My name is Agnes. I'm the head of the maids in this pack. This is food. For you, before you begin.”

Instantly, Nyssa shook her head.

“No. I'm not hungry.”

“You haven't eaten since you got here, my lady.”

“I'm still not hungry—” She caught up with the closet, muttering. “I'd rather die than eat human meat. Tell that to your Alpha when you see him.”

“No, no—” Agnes shook her head. “It's not human meat. Every other person eats animal meat, save the Alpha. Unless he offers you, of course. But this is not the case here.” She walked over to the bedside, dropped the tray, and walked back to the entrance. “I'd be back in two hours. You should be done eating by then. There are things you should know - what to do and when to do them.”

Nyssa nodded.

Ignoring the fact that she needed a dress, she sat on the bed after picking up the tray. Agnes was on her way out when she recalled. “There's something I'd like to ask, Lady Agnes.” Her words caused the older lady to turn around. “I'd like to know where I am, and who that man - your Alpha is. Everyone has said anything but not his name.”

“Oh, sure.” Agnes walked back into the room.

A smile plastered on her face, she let it out. “You're in The Stormveil Pack. The strongest Pack in the whole of the West. You may not know but the man you encountered - the Alpha of this pack, is the strongest Alpha alive. Alpha Zevran is his name. Many refer to him as The Heartless Alpha.”

Nyssa choked on her meal.