Chapter Nine (Enemies at first meeting)

MARCELENE

“You can't leave.” His voice was cold. A chilly certainty of finality.

The words stopped me in my tracks. But it also broke the camel's back. It's enough, and I need and will fight back. Anger surged up from the pit of my stomach and my fists clenched so tight that it made my knuckles white.

My head turned towards him. My anger was mixed with panic, but I think I managed to my horror under control. I really don't want him to see me as the weak wolf from Tranquil Hill. I have to be strong, not for myself, but for my Mama.

But the sad truth is, I am weak. I have been kidnapped by him and I can't even bring out my wolf to even defend myself.

“You fucking bastard. You killed her.” I said quietly, it took an effort not to burst into tears. His eyes were still annoyingly crossed on his chest. His expression was hostile and arrogant.

“I have killed many, be precise.” He snarled.

“My mom.” My lips were trembling. I was fighting myself from sobbing, but a tear successfully slid down my cheek.

“Who the hell is your mother?”

My eyes screamed fire at his words and indifference. Before I could stop myself, I raised my hand up, ready to strike his face. He looks strong and powerful; he may even be a beta and worse, an alpha, but I don't care. The tears were also dropping like a waterfall and mucus was starting to come out of my nose.

He was fast. Way faster than I am, possibly will ever be. He grabbed my neck, and in a swift turn, my back hit the wall in a thud.

“ Don't test me.” He growled.

“You can't tell me what to do.” I said, trying very hard not to reveal the tremors in my words. His hand on my throat tightened more and more every passing second. I find it hard to breathe. My hands went to his hand, holding my throat, and I scratched at it, but it absolutely made no effect. But I knew my Mom and especially Aunt Kira would definitely want me to be strong.

His face was covered in rage and fury.

But it seems he can also control himself as his grip released and he left me, candidly coughing my lungs out.

“ I didn't kill her. If I wanted to, her head would have been removed from her body.” He snarled as he made his way back to his former position. His hands crossed on his chest.

My angry mood set back in. It was definitely laced with fear. My hands were still on my neck and my throat felt hoarse. My anger suddenly switched to irritation. Now he is lying? He obviously kidnapped me, but I'm not just going to sit on my hands and let him have his way and do whatever he pleases.

His eyes are still piercing through me, waiting to see my reaction. It felt really intimidating and I backed further away from him.

“ I saw yesterday, you threw her across the altar into a wall like she was nothing. I have no idea whether she's dead or alive, but you expect me to sit back and do nothing. You expect me to just do your bidding because you were able to take me without my will. What do you even want from me?” I said, hate was literally burning in my eyes, and I desperately hoped he could see it.

He did, but it actually seems he is enjoying it. Enjoying seeing me like this.

What in the world have I done to him that warrants all this?

It's still my first time in Amaranth and someone's already putting claims on me.

Or is that how it is done here?

“ What do you want from me?” I asked, and for a minute the whole room was silent, my nails were digging into my palms as I waited, though impatiently for his answer, and thank heavens he decided to answer me.

“Shouldn't you be asking why you are here?” I groaned, he didn't answer my question.

“ Why I'm I here?” I asked, and he gave a tight-lipped smile.

“ You are here to serve me, Blink. Get me what I need the most.” His hands were still crossed. And then realization hit me. My jumbled mind was only focused on how I'll get out.

He wants me for my Arion power. That's the only reasonable explanation for attacking a whole pack, disrupting a ritual and kidnapping a lady.

“As of today, you will be under my roof. And when you are living with me, You obey my rules.” He said his tone was cold and hard, and it has a depth that indicates finality. He stood up on his feet. And I backed away before I could stop myself.

My face went white with his words. He can't be serious. Fear gripped me. What if I can't leave for real? Then I'm doomed. No matter how much this room looks so good, I'm never staying here with someone who might have possibly killed my mom. Never.

“ You must be joking.”

“ Do I look like I am?”

“ What if I don't want you to. So what are you going to do, lock me up again or chain me up until I succumb?" I mocked and in response he stood up and walked towards me, he grabbed my arm with his left hand, shoving me closer.

“ Listen very well, Blink. I won't repeat myself. You aren't leaving here. Not now. Not ever.” He said, his dark eyes glimmered and my lips trembled. I fight back the tears threatening to roll down my cheeks.

“ I'll continue to fight you.” I said my voice barely above a whisper and he smirked.

“ That would be thrilling, Blink. I'm counting on it.” He said and released my arm, and I scrambled free. Taking a good three steps back. Those dark eyes of his can break someone apart.

“ Oh, and your Aunt is a really fierce fighter, better than you at least.” He said, I stared in horror at him. My Aunt is here?

“ Where's she?” I asked, taking a step closer. Oh, don't tell me he is torturing her or something. But I was glad he used his words in the present tense. Which means Aunt Kira is still alive.

“ Where's she?” I asked again but he didn't answer. He started making his way towards the door.

“ You are crazy.” I shouted before I could stop myself. Anger and frustration seamed through my veins.

“Oh, I know Blink, but you are yet to see how crazy I can be.” He said fire was burning in his dark eyes. He looks so scary, and he was deadpan serious, just like he had been since he entered the room. The whole of him scream danger.

He turned and walked out of the room. The lanky looking man closed the door behind him and once again I heard the turning of bolts till I was perfectly locked in and unable to get out. Back to square one with my own personal demons to contend with.

I retreated back to my corner and slid down the wall in bitterness. My hands were on my head and I cried really hard. The tears I have been holding back finally making their entrance and parading down my cheeks.

I need to start thinking logically. I need a way out. My mom and Aunt Kira need me. The both of them are my one and only family, and I have no idea how they are holding up.

But how will I even achieve that, when I'm locked up.

I fear that this is just the beginning of my predicament.

Hate is an understatement for what I'm feeling now. But I'm helpless.

Is this how I'll remain locked up forever?