Chapter 2

The deal

Nyx Pov

I wasn't quite asleep, neither was I conscious. My body was numb and my mind was clouded. It felt as if the world had disappeared and I was left to survive my already miserable life.

I bet the moon goddess was also laughing at my stupidity, that I thought Zade actually loved me when all he did was sleep with me for a son.

My lips were cracked from dehydration, but I had to stay strong for my son.

The voices were unmistakable, soft and sharp. Fear ran through me as the heavy footsteps approached. I forced my eyes open, blinking in the dark. The door creaked open and a bare minimum of light shone into the cell. Three shadows stepped in with their faces covered with mask

Suddenly, rough hands grabbed me. “Wh…what!?” My voice hitched, I tried to struggle but I was too weak.

I screamed, only to have something shoved into my mouth, muffling the sounds. They dragged me out of the cell and my already broken feet scraped against the stone floor.

I was thrown to the ground like an object that had no value.

“How did you put up with her for a year?” A familiar voice said, mockery dripping.

‘Alpha Draven?’ I thought.

Zade chuckled, “She was quite the easy one. It was easy to get the town on my side because of her.”

“I'm doing this because it benefits me. Our rivalry still remains. I'm not going to trade a deal for my Pack's protection.” Alpha Draven commented.

I'm a deal? What deal? What was Zade doing with his sworn enemy?

I tried to mutter courage, crawled towards Zade, instead he grabbed a fistful of my tangled hair and yanked me forward. I stumbled and landed hard at Draven's feet.

I was grabbed like I was nothing, an object to be tossed off and handed off.

They dragged me out into the cold, through familiar terrain until we arrived at the borders of the Silver fang pack.

Draven whispered, “Remember the time you poked your hands in my face? I still remember the look on your face and how you made me feel. You should have accepted my offer but instead you ran off like a pathetic errand dog for the man who only married you because his love was taking a break. Now I can have you to myself, and treat you the way I want. And you know why? I bought you at a price I wouldn't even buy a street beggar.”

My resolve dropped, Zade sold me out to his enemy. He knew how much I hated Draven, how much I stood by his side just to bring Draven down.

“Now you can start living miserably.” He added and pushed me into a room.

I felt alone, my heart ached so bad I wanted to kill myself. But I suddenly felt a presence, a feet. I tried to move but I was instantly cut off by a palm clamping over my mouth.

Hearing a growl sent a shiver down my spine. My heart nearly stopped. The growl wasn't from any low ranked wolf. That couldn't be an Alpha, a rogue?

I couldn't tell and I just thought maybe death was here already.

The pain from every words that dropped out of Draven's mouth shot through the rest of the strength I had left. I groaned, barely able to lift my head when the lights came on. A strong arm slid under my arm and pulled me up. I felt movement, and I didn't know where to.

My head throbbed, my feet felt sore and I couldn't feel my body. I caved in and passed out.

***

When I opened my eyes again, I gasped. I couldn’t breathe with my chest tightened. I blinked up, my vision became blurry.

The man staring down at me wasn’t Draven. He wasn’t Zade either. The man standing right in front of me was taller, bolder and fierce.

His eyes were sharp and silver like ice, fixed on me with such brutal intensity that I felt like shrinking into nothing. His hair was tousled black, and his aura was suffocating.

I looked around and saw the furnitures, the bed I was laid on and the luxury I was surrounded with.

I looked away from him, tears blurring my vision as the thought of Liam struck me. Then he spoke, his voice came low and controlling, somehow even terrifying than silence.

“Look up.” He uttered.

I tried not to move, not to speak or even move a finger.

“I said, look up.” He repeated. I hesitated, every part of me shaking..

Then he added, with a casual cruelty that made my stomach twist, “If you keep that up, I might start thinking you're not what they say you are. I do not bargain for weak things.”

I forced my head up, still trembling and then I broke.

“I don't know what you've heard but I'm not weak. I just want my son back and kill everyone that tries to take him away from me.”

His lips twitched, and a cruel smirk spread across his face.

“You're really something. You have the nerve to think I'd care?”

I didn't care if crying made me look pathetic. My child was the only reason I was still breathing. I had to get him back from Zade and to do that, I had to survive.

He stepped forward slowly, his claws extended, and his fangs revealed themselves….

The door suddenly creaked open, “Alpha Caspian,” a voice called. “Which one of your mistresses should we release? That fool is making a scene again.”

Alpha Caspian? I've never heard of him before. He was definitely not from the neighboring Nashville town.

He sighed, clenching his fist tightly, "Sort that out yourself."