Chapter 11: Meeting Damien Dakota

Ariana's POV

I heard some unusual voices, and it slowly pulled me out of my sleep. The voices grew louder as I became fully conscious. I wondered what was going on as I have never heard such noises in my apartment before. My eyes were still closed, but I could hear the conversation and it sounded like they were in my room with me. I frowned and opened my eyes.

"It's just exhaustion. She will be fine after a rest," an unfamiliar male voice said, and I shifted my gaze in that direction without moving my whole body.

I saw the back of a man. He was in a white long coat. Michael was standing before this man, and they were just a distance away from my bed. My eyes widened as I recalled everything that happened. I was not in Pearl City, and this wasn't my room. 

"And the pregnancy?" I heard Michael ask.

"The pregnancy is fine. I will have to run a test to know how long she is," the unfamiliar male voice replied.

My heart began to race in my chest knowing Alpha Damien had brought me there. I still don't know what I did wrong to be brought before Alpha Damien, but I knew whatever it is, my punishment will be my exit from this world.

"Okay, you are going to be her assigned doctor. Don't let what you have seen and heard here enter the ears of another soul. No matter your reason," I heard Michael say, my discomfort made me move.

"Yes, please," I heard the man reply obediently.

Assigned doctor? Are they going to terminate my pregnancy, or will they carry out the punishment? Does it mean they will poison me to die? I had these thoughts running through my head.

I turned my eyes to look at the two men again, and I met the gaze of Michael.

Oh dear, I need to get out of here. I thought as I tensed up quickly. 

I knew I could not fight these ones. They are wolves. Michael was tall and looks like he gyms a lot. I could give it a shot at fighting him. As for the doctor, he was a short man and very smallish. It will be a piece of cake to beat the living day out of him, but these people have wolf powers, I don't. Growing up as an orphan, one thing I learnt was to defend myself in combat. 

"Hmm, you are awake," Michael said and started walking towards the bed. The man with his back facing the bed turn to stare at me.

Yep, he was somebody I could definitely beat up if not for the fact that he has a wolf power. I know they will shift and beat me senseless. 

With Michael taking study steps towards my bed, I pulled myself up into a sitting position, and started shifting towards the edge of the bed away from Michael while my eyes were fixated on him. I made another shift and fell off the bed. My hands frantically moved to find something to hold on to, but it was too late. I fell with my back first and my legs pointing to the ceiling.

"Ah!" I let out a cry from the fall, and the doctor quickly came to my side.

Michael went round the bed and stopped at the foot of the bed, staring at me on the floor trying to get up.

"Are you alright?" the man asked me, eyes scanning my entire body.

What do you care if I am alright or not? I am going to die anyway. I thought without answering as I stared at the man who was helping me up.

"My name is Francis. I am a doctor. I know you are pregnant and probably in your first trimester," he said. "Do you feel pain anywhere?" he asked, staring at me, but I still didn't answer.

He was more welcoming. He helped me back onto the bed and did a quick physical examination.

"Are you okay?" Dr Francis asked again, and this time I shook my head in response.

"Alright," he said with a smile before moving away from the bed.

I stared at him, wondering what was going on. They are going to kill me, so what with the tender care? I thought as I stared at the doctor packing his stuff into a bag.

"What was that all about?" Michael asked, drawing my attention to him. I was confused by his question. "The fainting at the airport and the falling off your bed. Do you have plans to terminate the pregnancy?" he asked coldly, and I was surprised.

"I fainted?" I asked, as I had no memory of what happened, and Michael sighed. 

I recalled coming out of the helicopter, but I don't know how I got to this room or even where I am.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"The servants' quarters. Now that you are finally awake and the doctor has confirmed nothing is wrong with you, Alpha Damien requests your presence. You have some questions to answer," Michael said, and my heart began to tremble. 

Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, and my heart raced against my chest, making me extremely tense.

"Get up and put on this. We are going into the main mansion. No fainting this time," Michael said. "If you faint, I will not carry you this time. I will tie a rope to your neck and drag you like a stubborn dog to meet Alpha Damien," he warned.

"Alpha Damien," I repeated the name under my breath. Chills ran down my spine.

"You have 5 minutes. Change your clothes and put this on," Michael said, and tossed a dress onto the bed.

"I will take my leave now," I heard Dr Francis say, and Michael nodded. 

"Don't waste my time," Michael said, exiting the room right after Dr Francis.

I need to come up with an escape plan. I can't stay here and die without doing anything to save myself. Even if I should die, there should be an effort on my side to save myself. I thought. 

I got out of bed and picked up the straight dress. I realised I was still in my sleepwear. When we arrived, it was dark, but now I see it was no longer dark. The sun's rays entered the room from the drawn curtain.

How long was I out? I thought as I put on the dress. My long, wavy brunette hair was flowing down my back. I just run my hands through it to put the scattered strands together. 

"Ariana, you don't want to piss of Alpha Damien by keeping him waiting," Michael said as his face appeared from behind the open door.

"I, I, I am ready," I stammered with my head lowered.

Geez, a second late and this guy will have walked in on my half-nude. I thought as I thought of how I was going to escape, even though my fears were still evident.

I am a strong woman. I don't take nonsense from anyone, but I was scared to death with the stories I have heard about Alpha Damien. I didn't know my crime, and didn't know why he had summoned me. I only knew one thing. No human gets summoned by Alpha Damien and lives to tell the story. 

Michael walked up to me. He grabbed my hand, and next, he put a cuff on me. I had both hands in handcuffs resting in front of me. 

"Move," he ordered, and I started walking.

We exited the building into a huge compound. He opened the car door for me and also got inside. After a short drive, the car pulled over in front of the mansion. Michael got out and pulled me out of the vehicle. He dragged me towards the building, and soon we were inside. I was trembling, and my fears increased as we walked. We stepped into an elevator and he pressed 8. The elevator began to move, and each minute felt like I was getting closer to my death. I still didn't have an escape plan in mind.

The elevator opened on the 8th floor, and Michael pulled me into a hallway. We walked to the end of the hallway, and he knocked. A lady in uniform answered and ushered us in.

"Is Alpha Damien awake?" Michael asked.

So the ruthless Alpha had not said anything to him. I thought, but I was still trembling.

"Yes, please. He is in his study," the servant replied, and Michael nodded.

He will not kill me in his study, will he? I thought. 

Michael pulled me in by my arms and dragged me down an open space. I never paid attention to anything around me. I was still thinking of how to escape death, but nothing came to mind. 

We arrived at a door and he knocked. A deep, commanding voice invited us in, and Michael opened the door. He held me by my arms and pulled me into the room.

"Alpha Damien, this is the girl," Michael said, pushing me forward, and I stared at the seat whose back was facing us.

The seat slowly turns to face us, revealing a man. A beautiful man. A man more handsome than any man I have seen in a magazine, on TV or in Pearl City and my entire life put together. My fears went out the window as I stared at the extraordinarily attractive man before me, whose gaze was icy. 

His face was charming, with a nicely chiselled jawline. His jet black hair was neatly combed with a strand of curly hair on his face, giving him the Superman look. His lips were thin and very tempting. He wore a black suit. His masculine frame fills up the suit in a very attractive way. His eyes were green. Very deep and drawing. 

Is that what the ruthless Damien Dakota looks like? I thought, staring at him, wondering if he just walked out of a painting.