Chapter 5

Lyra's POV

I turned around immediately to check who it was but only then did I realize that my clothes had hung in the door knob. There was another door in the room. I ignored the situation and made to walk outside when I felt liquid slide down my arm. I wanted to ignore but the metallic stench of blood wafted through my nose making me stop in my tracks. I realized that I had a cut.

"It's just a cut," I stated in my head.

"It's not, Lyra gets that covered, else you'd be in grave danger." My wolf, Nara, argued.

"What could go wrong?" I was going to retort but I remembered that if I'm not liked by the Alpha of this pack, Alpha Orion, then I don't think I would be welcomed by the pack members.

I swerved around, having no direction in mind though, but I got hit on my waist.

"Watch where you're going you lousy bitch." The voice sounded quite annoyed. I looked at the person but could only get a half glimpse of her face.

What's wrong with her?

"Princess Ravenna?" Looking forward, I was standing before a well built man. His attire and how clean he looks instantly made me believe he's a pack gamma.

I looked at him blankly as I had nothing to say. Meanwhile, he stared at the blood streaming down my arm and looked back at my face before gulping down the non-existing lump that seemed to grow larger by the second.

I looked at him with fear as I forced myself to swallow hard and speak, I was unable to speak and my whole body felt like it was under an unknown force. I tried hard to fight off the eerie feeling that had settled over me like a shroud.

"You shouldn't be out here bleeding like that!" He half growled and walked in hurried footsteps.

Weird, right?

I walked back and realized Jacob or rather–say, Kelvin was coming out of the room.

"Follow me, I was looking for you."

I sat beside Jacob, pretending to listen intently as he spoke about his plans with Ruth. But my mind was elsewhere, racing with thoughts of escape and revenge.

I couldn't trust Jacob, not after what he had done. And I couldn't trust my other mates either. Having mates wasn't a guarantee of safety or loyalty. Jacob had shown me that.

My goal was to gain one of my mates' trust, slowly and carefully. Maybe Alpha Orion—Mission impossible. Or Beta Keto, yes him, he might be willingly or more open to listening to the truth. I would have to tread carefully, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

As Jacob continued to talk, I nodded and smiled, pretending to be interested. But inside, I was seething with anger and determination.

"Uhmm." I made a confusing tone, making Jacob abruptly stop and look up at me. Then I realized that I wasn't listening all along, I didn't get what he said. I don't even understand his plans. But all I  know is that I was sold off by Ruth.

"What's wrong?" He asked me as he placed his hand on my shoulder. It hurts alot, I sustained an injury just there.

"Nothing...Mmn." I groaned slightly and dramatically placed my hand on my head.

"You're weak and you need to rest so you can gather momentum. Ruth is becoming impatient, I've told you this before. You need to seduce the Alpha as soon as possible." He said the last sentence in a whisper. Not like anyone was there though.

As Jacob told me to go in and rest, I immediately shook my head. "I've already had a long nap," I said, trying to reassure him.

But Jacob's expression changed. He sniffed the air, his eyes scanning me like a predator sensing prey. I felt a shiver run down my spine as his gaze locked onto the small cut on my hand.

"Lyra, what's that?" he growled, his voice low and husky. His eyes turned red, and I felt a jolt of fear mixed with fascination.

"It's just a scratch from the door knob," I said, trying to downplay it. But Jacob was already moving towards me, his movements swift and predatory.

"Don't move," he said, his voice firm. "Let me see."

I hesitated, but Jacob's intense gaze made me freeze. He took my hand in his, his touch sending shivers down my spine. As he examined the cut, I felt his tension, his restraint. It was as if he was fighting something inside himself.

"You're bleeding," he said, his voice tight with control. "Why didn't you tell me?"

I shrugged, feeling a bit defensive. "It's just a small cut. I didn't think it was a big deal."

Jacob's eyes flashed red again, and he scolded me. "Never walk around with blood, Lyra. It's not safe."

I wanted to ask him why, but something in his expression made me keep quiet. Instead, I watched as he expertly dressed the wound, his hands moving with a precision that belied his rugged exterior.

As he worked, I felt his warmth, his gentle touch. It was soothing, calming. But beneath that, I sensed something primal, something wild. 

I sensed darkness too.

When he finished, he released my hand, but his eyes still held that red glow. "Promise me you'll be more careful," he said, his voice low and intense. 

He's acting and I know it.

The door kicked open.

I stood frozen, my heart racing, as the door burst open and a guard stormed in. His rough hands grabbed my arm, and I felt a surge of fear as he dragged me away. I tried to resist, but he was too strong.

"Let her go!" Jacob shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. He lunged at the guard, but the guard was too quick. He shoved Jacob aside and continued to pull me away.

I caught a glimpse of Jacob's furious face as I was dragged from the room. His eyes blazed with a fierce protectiveness, and I knew he would stop at nothing to save me.

The guard's grip was like a vice, his fingers digging into my skin. I stumbled, trying to keep up with his long strides. We moved through the dark corridors, the only sound the echo of our footsteps.

 He took me to Alpha Orion!