Chapter 5~ Mà Reiné

ERIX DRYSTAN

I thought the sun rays hurt the most but I was wrong. Her teary eyes fucking hurt way more than anything else. She is so fucking emotions that it makes me want to keep her locked in my room, tied on my bed and marked by me. 

Silent tears rolled down her eyes as my hand kept its hold on her throat. I softened my voice and said, 

"Let's go down. You might be hungry."

Her fiery eyes came back but the tears still lined her eyes. 

"I'm not hungry." 

This girl is making me do things which I don't want to do. I pressed harder on her throat. 

"Do you want your parents dead bodies near your feet or you want to eat the food that has been prepared for you?"

She shivered in my hold. I could hear her fast beating heart. 

"You won't do anything to my parents."

It sounded more like a request than an order and I couldn't help but chuckle.  

"Try me, mà reiné" 

She gulped down her fear, 

"Please don't do anything to them. I'll have the food."

I smiled internally. It takes only a little threatening to make her do anything. But my eyes darkened at her love for her parents. Any part of her body, life or feelings belongs to anyone but me. Her hatred, her love, her cries, her happiness, each and everything belongs to me and me only. 

I loosened my hold from her throat and eased my hand by my side. She coughed loudly for a few times before breathing normally. She wasn't able to stand on her feet for long. She was taking the wall's support to stand. Maybe she hasn't recovered from previous unconscious state. 

I bent down and in one swift motion picked her up in my arms. She gasped at first but seeing my glare, she quieted down. I started walking downstairs with her. Her hands on her lap. I so wanted to pull them around my shoulder and have each and every part of her body pressed to mine. But I guess I need to wait. But not for a long time. 

We reached her dining room. Her big round eyes roamed around the room in wonder and awe and I felt my chest puffing at making her wonder. 

The servant pulled the head chair of the dining table and scrambled away. I sat down on the chair first before adjusting Dabria on my lap. She looked uncomfortable just the way I wanted her. 

"I…. Want to sit somewhere else." 

She stuttered. I tipped her chin up and her face turned towards me. 

"From now on until forever, you will sit on my lap and I'll feed you. Each and every meal."

Fear swimmed in her eyes. And that gave me the satisfaction of eternity. 

"What do you want to eat?" 

I made her prepare each and every type of meal. Ranging from breakfast to dinner, every famous dish I have made for her. Yet she chose the chicken soup with some garlic bread. I fed her myself, wiping her mouth with a napkin every now and then. I made sure she was properly fed before I again took her in my arms and led her to another room. A room where her fear is going to unleash. 

As soon as we entered the room her eyes fell on the big screen I set up. She stared at it for a long time before asking me. 

"Why did you bring me here?" 

"To show you something."

I sat her down on the couch before switching off all the lights and covering the windows with curtains. She was full of curiosity by now. I stood behind her and switched on the screen. 

An annoyed expression graced my face as I heard cries and weapons splattering with one another. 

"Dad!!" 

My gaze turned to Dabria as she cried silently not making a sound. Only dad and mom came out of her mouth. She looked at her pack members as my people sucked away their blood. She looked at her dad who's whole body was covered in blood. Blood of his and others. She looked at her mother who is giving other women courage. Courage to go through it. 

I switched off the tv when I thought it was enough for now. 

"Please don't do anything to them. I'll do anything. Please don't hurt them."

Needles pricked my heart. It's so easy to break her. To make her do anything. She has become so vulnerable. She didn't get up from the couch but turned her body and back backwards while still sitting there. 

I leaned on the couch and held her chin with my fingers. Fresh tears. In a span of a few hours she cried twice by now. 

"Stop crying first."

She did but the sobbing was still there. I rounded the couch and sat beside her and patted my lap. 

"Come here."

She did without any retaliation. And I hate to admit I love that. I love this new submissive version of her. 

"I'll let them live." 

A spark of liveliness. 

"But you will need to give me something in return." 

She stared and waited. Waited for me to give her an answer. 

"You are going to marry, bind the soulmate seal with me. You are going to obey me. And you are going to give me an heir. An offspring." 

Her eyes widened and she was going to mutter a no when I held a fistful of her hair, 

"Don't you fucking dare to utter no, mà reiné. You saw your parents and pack's condition. I can make it worse."

Tears. Again those tears. I fucking hate them.

"Why are you doing it to me? What did I do to you?" 

The corner of my lips lifted upwards and I pulled her closer with the pressure on her hair. 

"You seem to forget your birth, Dabria. You are a gifted child. And your gift will make me powerful. And our child will rule the entire world. He will rule the human, the werewolf, the vampire, each and every creature. I want you as my bride. A glass doll on my bed whom I'll break slowly, taking my sweet time. I want your stomach to swell with my child. You will agree to my orders, Dabria or I'll remove the existence of Midnight Pack and Alpha Kent from the history of werewolves."

She quivered. 

"You won't do this, please."

She still didn't know me. I moved my face closer to her and whispered against her soft skin, 

"Try me, mà reiné."