chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

KYLE

I wasn't sure of escaping from the world, I knew what the consequences would be if I walked out of the house, the lives that might get hurt if I leave.

"You just have to do this, just go and never come back. Run for your life... your happiness is worth everything" I conceded to this voice bobbing in my head. I raised the windows, pulling out the curtain, I wrapped it around my hand, forming a rope I tied it to the window and was happy that the length of the curtain could get me out of here in no time.

I let myself down to the ground, I was a bit uneasy trying to regain my composure.

“Don't allow her to get away. Bring her back alive” this voice instilled fear I ran as fast as I could but they were faster than I was. Feeling the hands of soldiers on my dress, I heaved up a deep sigh of disgust. I felt very weak as I was led back to Eaton's father, as soon as I approached him. He touched my hands, I felt like I had a connection with him.

“What have we here? Someone's running away from a deal that has been sealed” he stutters as he was about to hit my face with his hands, I sighed in relief as my mother walked out of the house.

“What are you doing here, Kyle?” She inquired as Alpha Landon smirks

“She was caught trying to run out of the house”

“What's all this, Kyle?” she drags me like a child into the house, taking me back to my room. The maids were all surprised, they knew that I was in the washroom.

“Having all this drama on the first day I walk into this place isn't a good omen, father” He was right in his words, this isn't a good omen. This union is just not right and I know it but there's nothing I can do about it. I just have to accept it.

I was a bit surprised that my mother picked out matching color to Eaton's suit. I wouldn't deny that I love his tattoos so much.

"Now that you're ready to get married. You should be careful and when things go sour you can opt out"

"Things are already sour, this is sour and the worst of it all is that I'm getting married to that fool" I growled as my mother placed her hands on my mouth.

"Keep it down or I'll be forced to hit you with my hands" my mother threatened as she helped buckle the shoes I was wearing.

I was a bit impress staring at the four SUVs that was parked outside, I sat far at the other end, I couldn't help but lick my lips anytime I stare at his chest.

“Hello,” I stuttered as he retorts immediately, making me so tensed that I couldn't even catch my breath.

“You don't get to talk when I've not given you permission to” he placed his right hand on my throat, making it hard for me to breathe.

“Are you also placing your rights to my voice?” I stuttered,

“I own you, you're just like an asset, and I'll make good use of you until it's time to discard you” he chortles slowly as he releases his grip on my throat.

“No one owns me, I'm only paying the sacrifice for my people” I uttered as I coughed, trying to catch my breath.

“I don't care about your words, you're my property, so you'll do as I say” He growls, knowing that he was evil. I hoped that I wouldn't get myself killed in this marriage.

“You're so poor that you can't opt out of this deal. You're not worth a grand, how can you afford a million dollars…. how ridiculous" He insulted my well being, returning the favor wouldn't be a crime.

“I'm not the foolish son who goes around spending hard-earned money on ladies who want his money and pleasure" I chuckled.

“What did you just call me?” He punched me hard on my lips, I didn't see that coming.

“Fuck, you just punched me,” I was shocked, we're not married and he punches me.

“This is a preamble, wait until we're over the marriage contract. You're in deep shit Kyle” his word made me so scared, thinking of going out on this deal.

When we arrived at the court, he helped me out of the car. He cleaned the blood drooling out of my lips.

“Why's she bleeding?” He inquired,

“It was a road bump,” Eaton lied,

“Sorry about that, Kyle, you should have rested your head on his chest. He would have protected you from the bump”

“Why are you bleeding, Kyle?” my mother asked,

“She's fine, just a road bump, there's nothing to be worried about" He divulged,

“Are you okay, Kyle?” my mother touched me,

“I'm fine, it's just a road bump like Eaton said” I sighed as I raised my head up.

“Let's go in” My mother was the one pushing this all to be a success.

“Sir welcome to…" he stared at the look on Eaton's face then he continued," Sir you should have a seat, so we can begin the proceedings of this Union”

“Can you give me the papers?” he ripped the papers from the table and signed, he tossed it to me, I signed. He laughed,

“Now that the deal is sealed, I'm taking my wife home” he pulled me out of the court.

“I don't need your services, give me the keys” Tears dropped off my eyes as I wished this wasn't happening to me.

“I would like to see my mother before leaving” I sobbed,

"You're not allowed to do that, never forget you're mine. An asset to the family and Eaton's permanent sex toy" I was wondering what he meant with his words.

"What did you just say?" He kept mute, he parked in one of his mansions I guess.

"Welcome to my humble abode" he uttered as he helps me out of the car. He leads me into the house, it was a mighty edifice. The wall designs, this was an example of his luxurious behavior.

When we got into the room, he uttered.

"Here's your room" he utters slowly,

"Thank you" I conceded to his words.

"Strip you whore" I was pissed when he called me a whore.

"What did you just call me?"

"Strip" he growls as he tears my clothes into shreds.

"This is what you get for getting married to me" he utters as he unbuckles his belt. I didn't exactly know what was on his mind.

I was scared wondering what the monster had on his mind,

"I'm going to punish you for accepting to be my wife" he growls holding his belt in his hands, he whipped me so hard until my body was limp.

"Stop please" I stuttered as I coughed out blood.

"You pig take my piss" he urinated on my sore body, I've never been this humiliated before.

What did I ever do to deserve this?