Chapter 2:

Sonaya’s pov…

“My king !!” the alpha said loudly, shock evident in his voice.

My heart stopped beating for a second.

The kin-gg?, the freaking king of Lygion?

What was he doing here?

Is he planning to join the alpha or save me?

Oh goddess, Whose slave was I?

I thought frantically in my mind.

I was definitely going to die tonight, and there was no saving me this time.

I could feel it in my bones.

I began to hyperventilate and say my last prayers when I noticed that the atmosphere had changed.

And No. It wasn’t the dark, suffocating aura, one would expect with a king in the room, rather it was soothing, too soothing if you ask me, but..

Suddenly, my nose twitched as the tantalizing scent of fresh pine and sweet musk, filled my nostrils.

It instantly eroded my senses and my mouth watered.

What’s happening to me?

I wondered in my head.

Could this be what I think it is?

The king.., My..

“ I warned you Morgan, I told you not to play with my captive.”

The king said in a loud dangerous voice scattering my thoughts.

what the heck? Did the king just say captive?

Of course he did, but I can’t be his captive, I’m his mate.. I think.

His back was to me and I found myself ogling him.

I was naked and embarrassed with the situation of things.

This isn’t how I envisioned meeting my mate, he should have been the one in the room earlier not this greedy pig of an Alpha.

I should go find something to cover my body with but I couldn’t or maybe, I didn’t want to.

I found that I wanted him to see me, to look at my body and tell me, that I affected him, the way a woman should affect her man.

But he didn’t, atleast not yet.

He hasn’t seen me yet.

I wanted to crawl over to him, move closer to him.

But not in this state, I still wasn’t certain of what was going on and if I was mistaken, the king isnt really known to be forgiving.

“I -I wasn’t going to do much.”

The alpha said stuttering a little.

“Shut up, you know you shouldn’t touch any of the filth from that dead place in the south.” The king stated.

“But most of all, you shouldn’t force yourself on a woman, you know better than that.”

He said and turned to look at me.

His eyes locking on to mine.

He froze.

His eyes not leaving mine.

His eyes unblinking and for a second, he did look at me with awe in his eyes.

Like he had just seen a miracle from the goddess.

Then he lifted his head slightly, his nose tilting up ever so slightly as he sniffed the air.

His eyes changed from the beautiful intense grey that it was, to silver.

The transformation was so fast, too fast. But beautiful to watch.

My breath caught in my throat as there wasn’t anything about this Adonis of a man that wasn’t beautiful.

From his tanned skin to his loose man bun, to his plump red lips.

He wearing jeans, a loose white tee shirt and an ankle length thick grey fur coat.

He was built solidly and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

I wanted him more than I wanted or needed my next breath.

Then he growled lowly, fisted his hands, opened them, fisted them again and opened them.

He did that for sometime, but it was less than a minute, it seemed like he was in pain.

Before he mouthed the words, I had been told to watch out for, to listen out for.

To wait for all my life.

The words that would change my life forever, the words that would change the course of my fate and destiny and that of all other siren witches still breathing.

“Mate!!”

But he didn’t quite say it out loud, or shout it out to the world.

His head lifted slightly as his nostrils flared, that must be him catching my scent.

Then his face twisted in anger.

“What happened to her face!”

He thundered angrily turning back to look at the wicked alpha.

“ Em uhmn uhmm, Alp.. my king, she had tried to escape and I had to do whatever was necessary to keep her hostage.” The slimy snake of a liar that called himself a strong alpha said.

“ You will kneel at my feet when you address me, morgannn.”

His voice made my entire body shiver deliciously.

Tiny tingles fleetingly erupted in my spine as he spoke authoritatively.

I didn’t blame the alpha for lying, not at all.

You see, the alphas are strong and powerful, yes, but in the presence of the king I now realise, that their dangerous and suffocating aura was the stuff of kids gloves.

I got a blast of the king's aura and it had a crippling effect on me.

Although I instinctively knew that it wasn’t meant for me.

“Get me a robe.” The king ordered the alpha. And the alpha obliged, racing into the bathroom and quickly returning with a thick light blue robe.

“ Turn around.” The king snapped at the alpha, before turning to me and throwing the robe at me.

I caught it with my bound hands and heard him sigh heavily.

He let out his claws and tucked them in two places of the wire rope, before cutting it and setting my hands free.

He helped me into the robe, before cutting off the wire at my ankles.

Some minutes later, there was a Knock on the door, and two men came in.

The king didn’t turn to look at me again.

But I'd been waiting for him to do that.

Because I know what I saw, his mouth did say Mate, even though he didn’t say it out loud.

Mother said our mates can’t stand not being able to you have us and I have seen some examples of how mated couples in the south behave.

The male almost worships his mate, but this is confusing.

I was sure the king is my mate, why else would I catch his scent so strongly, so overwhelming.

I did catch scents, despite my lack of powers, but they were always very faint.

Mother had said that the very first scent I would catch strongly, without a doubt, would be that of my mate and it would be overwhelming.

His scent was overwhelming and I didn’t want to smell anything else.

I just wanted to revel in the uniqueness that is him.

“Take that thing to the dungeons, I will deal with it later.

There is to be no contact at all until I say otherwise.

Bring me the key when you’re done.”

I did a freaking double take.

What. Did. He. Just. Say? I wondered in my head.

The shock was minimal because I expected some resistance from him but not like this.

I was speechless, not that I had anything to say, but I couldn’t believe it.

This is impossible, was I wrong?

Did I read the situation wrong?

“Waittt.” I opened my mouth to say.

But nothing came out.

I couldn’t find my voice.

Was mother wrong? But how could she be wrong,

It’s the one fact I’ve been certain of since I was born.

If she was wrong about the mate bond, then she could be wrong about everything and died in vain.

But who dies for nothing?.

I wondered silently.

Then he turned around again to face me.

This time though his face was filled with anger and hate.

There was so much contempt on his face, it seemed like he was born with it.

It was so intense, I had to ask question myself angrily.

“What the fuck did you do, Sonaya?

What did you do to your mate?”

I asked myself loudly in my head.

But ofcourse there was no answer, and there was nothing but silence in the room.

Did he really just send me to the dungeons?

My questions died on my tongue as the men both grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the room.

I couldn’t do anything, and verbally I was completely useless.

My heart began to contract and I wasn’t sure I could breathe properly.

How do I always end up in such terrible situations?

Why was he so angry?

Is it because of how he found me? Barely clad? Was he embarrassed too? Or maybe I didn’t hear clearly.

But If he isn’t my mate and this is all wrong, Then my life would be truly over.

Mother did say to expect resistance, is this what she meant by that?

Because to me, this isn’t resistance, this feels like an outright rejection.

But why would he reject me, he doesn’t know me and he already hates me.

What the fuck do I need to do to catch a break?

I screamed the question in my head as one of the men hoisted me on his shoulder and took off for the dungeons wherever that was, I wanted to kick in protest but I knew better than to anger the king even further.

Our movements were a blur and when he finally stopped I threw up violently.

What could I have done that was so terrible, that he would send me to the dungeons.

I felt like I wanted to die.

It is the worse feeling, when your soul feels like a bottomless pit of shit.

Right now, I hate myself,

I hate my blood line,

I hate my destiny and I hate the goddess or whatever she calls herself these days.

My Life was good up until some days ago, why did she have to interfere?