Chapter 6

He stumbled backwards till he collided with the wall and Lucian hit him again on the head, causing him to fall flat on the floor.

Lucian raised his leg to stomp Logan's head, before Uncle Sam stopped him.

“That's enough. Leave him alone.”

Lucian backed away in annoyance and dashed inside. Elyria, the young woman who had led him inside stretched her hand towards him to help him to his feet.

Logan gave her a rude stare, causing her to widen both eyes in shock.

He forced himself to stagger to his feet with great difficulty. His balance was shaky and his body ached from head to toe.

He shook his head. “No. I'm going to wake from this strange limbo. I can't let this sorceress take control of me.” He muttered inwardly.

Mike and his brother, Bruno were still at the table. They tore down the meat ferociously while laughing and making jokes about Logan. His behaviour today seemed very unusual.

On a normal day, Trady was an omega who dared not talk back to people.

Logan's eyes surveyed the room with careful precision. He strolled to the fireplace and felt the heat on his legs. The wall was made of brick and polished with cement. He touched the rough unpainted wall and the texture felt real. Even the aroma of the food wafted into his nostrils.

He had spent most of his life being a scholar. He knew about dreams and trances. They weren't meant to feel so real, but why did he feel like this was reality.

He shut his eyes, trying to think of how he could solve the problem logically. He was an alpha and he had to put his advantage to use.

He thought, perhaps Caine had done some unusual ritual to lock him into this dream, because he didn't recall falling asleep.

As he studied the room, all eyes were on him with no one bothering to say anything to him.

He limped as he walked and stopped to lean on the wall at the corner when he couldn't bear the pains in his body anymore.

“Is he okay?” Bruno whispered to Uncle Sam who simply shrugged. Despite Trady being his nephew, Sam had never been concerned with his affairs.

Logan tasted blood at the corner of his mouth and his head throbbed. His gaze drifted around the men in the room. They were more huge than the image of himself that he saw in the window, and the scent he picked from them seemed different.

The reality settled in him that this was no ordinary dream.

He lowered himself and sat on the floor, then concentrated on the woman who had led him here.

“She was a woman, she'd definitely not be as strong as the men. If there's anybody I can take down, it's definitely her.”

As the men laughed at his earlier question, he resorted to another route. Elyria noticed his gaze on her and walked towards him with a plate of food and water. She crouched to his level on the floor and placed the food down.

Logan sniffed the air around her and clicked his teeth. She definitely didn't smell like the women in his harem. He held her hand as she was about to get up. He must receive answers from this witch.

“Why are you grabbing my hand?” Elyria questioned with a raised brow. She glanced at her brothers who looked perplexed and returned her focus back to him.

He tightened his grip on her hand and used her as a support to get his bruised body to stand on his feet.

“Trady, are you okay?” Elyria questioned further.

He pulled her closer to him and swiftly grabbed a knife that was by the side.

She yelped as he held her hostage with a knife to her neck.

“Tell me the truth, witch. How much did that betrayer pay you for this?”

Elyria furrowed her brows and pushed him off her. He gasped, surprised by how easily she pushed him off. He had trained for years and no one should be able to defeat him, especially not a woman.

“What did you do to my body, witch? Answer me now!”

“Elly, do you need us to come knock him out? It seems he had a lot of alcohol.”

Elyria motioned to them. “I got this.”

Logan's hand trembled and he held the knife towards Elyria.

“I won't kill you yet, because I still need answers from you. Answer all my questions this instant.”

“Oh shut up!” Elyria shouted. “What nonsense are you spewing?”

He moved closer to her with the knife extended and attempted grabbing her neck again, but she slapped his hand away without even applying effort.

That slap hurt like she had used a weapon to hit him.

He blinked his eyes and balanced on his shaky legs. “Why am I so weak? What do you do to me? What did all of you do to me?” He limped and circled around, while pointing the knife at everyone in the room.

Lucian was forced to come out due to the noise he heard.

“Elyria watch out. This boy is with a knife.” Lucian exclaimed and pushed Logan.

He stumbled backwards, his legs wobbled as he almost felt down, but miraculously, he still managed to be on two feet.

“Have you run mad, boy?” Uncle Sam chuckled after he had seen enough of the funny scene.

Lucian grabbed the knife from Logan. Despite Logan's grip being tight on the knife, Lucian grabbed it anyway and used the blunt handle to hit Logan in the stomach.

That hit knocked the air out of his lungs and he clutched his abdomen.

He held his tummy and pointed at them.

“You, all of you. You could tell me where Caine is. You would give me answers on the sorcery you did to my body. And you'd take me to my chambers in the Moon Valleys packhouse. Immediately!”

“I think his hormones are acting up again. Somebody should bring the sedative.” Uncle Sam suggested.

“Wait what!” Logan exclaimed.

“Hold him down till I return.” Elyria said and dashed inside.

“Stop. Stop. Put me down this instant.” Logan struggled as Lucian and Mike held both his hands. He struggled and squirmed in an attempt to free himself from their grip, but it was futile. For some reason he couldn't understand, he felt extremely powerless.

Elyria returned with a syringe that contained brown liquid.

“Don't do it. I'm an Alpha. I'd have each of you beheaded. Let me go.” He struggled harder.

When both men had gotten enough of his strange drama, Lucian slapped him hard across the face. His cheek reddened and his head fell limply to the side.

They forced him to kneel on the ground. That simple slap seemed to drain all energy from his body.

“This would put him to sleep.” Elyria muttered.

The next thing he felt was a needle breaking into his skin. He used the last strength in him to struggle weakly.

He felt strength get sapped from him, and his body grew limp.