Mate

When my eyes opened, I felt a sense of unease. Confusion clouded my mind as I tried to piece together the events leading up to this moment.

"Where am I?” Curiosity overcame me, and I couldn’t help but wonder: What was this place?

Instead of the somber darkness and a cage I had expected, I found myself in a warm and inviting room. The soft glow emanating from the lights created an atmosphere of comfort and solace.

The room appeared to be well-furnished, with cozy armchairs and a crackling fireplace that radiated gentle warmth.

"Where am I?” A wave of fear washed over me. To my surprise, I found myself in a blue silk gown.

“He took me here; why?” I whispered in shock. Frantically, I looked around the room, hoping to find some answers.

Suddenly, a chilling sound pierced through the silence, causing a shiver to run down my spine. The next moment, the door opened, and a figure standing beside the door caught my attention. She was a maid, maybe.

"W., where is Declan?” I asked nervously.

“Alpha Logan wants you at the dining table. I am here to take you." She ignored my question and grabbed my arm.

“No, I will not go.” I resisted, but she held me tight.

“Don’t dare to disobey him. He never tolerates that.” She pressed on my arm and dragged me outside. I was being pulled along by the maid in the hallway.

“Oh, that’s awesome.” It slipped out of my tongue. I was struck by the elegance and beauty of the hall, which completely distracted me from the trouble ahead. It felt like being in a royal palace. In the center of the room, there was a large dining table, and at the head sat a man whose face I couldn't see; he had his back to me. He must be Alpha Logan, who took me there.

“Alpha, she is here.” The maid pushed me forward; I was barely able to not fall down. The silence prevailed everywhere; I could sense his terror. Without saying a word, he gestured, and a man in a uniform came forward, pulled out a chair for me, and nodded for me to sit down. I looked around; none of his family members were there. Where was Declan, and why was he not here?

I approached the table with slow steps, feeling a knot in my stomach. I sat down, trying to hide my fear.

"How are you?" A gruff voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned my attention to him; his face was cold, and he was enjoying lobster dipped in cheese sauce.

I glanced at him with fearful eyes. I could sense the coldness in his gaze, and I shrank further without uttering a word.

"Didn't you hear?" He snapped angrily, causing me to jump in my seat. He clenched his jaw, gripping my hand so tightly that I cried out in pain.

"I'm fine," I barely stammered. His grip was so tight that it made my eyes wet.

"Eat," he commanded, his face expressionless again, and his gaze fixed on the plate of crab before him. The waiter expertly cuts the meat and places it before him to dip in the sauce.

But my gaze was fixed in front of me. The octopus waiter put in front of me was alive, its tentacles twitching slightly. As he poured hot sauce over it, it ceased its movement, silent and still. It was then garnished with chopped green chilies and served. I couldn't help but feel fear at the sight. Why was he doing this? I thought he would take me to Declan, but now I sensed something was wrong.

"Repeating myself is unacceptable to me!!!! Understand this, or I will throw you in front of my black tiger; it will tear you apart," he warned coldly, and the atmosphere fell silent. I noticed we were alone now.

"I didn’t do anything. Please don’t make me do that. I can’t eat it," I pleaded, but it didn’t affect him.

“Let me see Declan first.” I barely said it but ended up flinching as his hand grabbed my neck. His eyes were beaming with fire.

“I told you; don’t dare to call my brother’s name.” He warned in a dangerous tone and jerked me away.

“Eat," he repeated with disdain, a silent threat hanging over me. “No-please…” My lips trembled.

“Okay. Take her to my room; she will serve me tonight. Tell me, are you a virgin?” His strong and heavy voice hit my ears, and I shook to my core.

“What?” The inevitable approach of fear was closing in on me. He was crueler than I heard. I knew I had to fight to the bitter end. I will not accept this so easily. What if I injured him and ran to find Declan? I looked around; no one was there.

Summoning every ounce of strength left within me, I managed to grab the knife from the table and lunge at him. I didn’t let him understand and stabbed it in his shoulder; he froze in place, his eyes locking onto mine with a mixture of shock and disbelief.

“Little girl, you are so stupid.” His eyes were changing colors and turning an icy blue. He was still calm.

The next moment, he muttered something, and I was unable to understand it.

"Mate,” he whispered again, and a wave of gasps and stunned expressions swept me away. It was a word I had never expected to hear from him.

"What?” I mumbled. I want him to deny it.

“You are my mate.”