MATE

AMAYA’S POV 

I had never rode in a car as exquisite as this one I was in. The two men which I had been able to distinguish between the Beta and Omega after I heard instructor Matt bidding them goodbye both sat in front while I was left all alone at the back. Lucius must have left in the car that drove off first.

A bit of relief for me. I had wondered how uncomfortable it would be riding the same car with him after what happened. 

My palms felt chilly and sweaty. I rubbed them on my laps. My heart had stopped racing heavily now although I still heard it beat faintly. I tried to wound the window down to stare out of it but caught the unpleasant glare from the rear -view mirror and was forced to stop. 

Everything was clear but I still had my doubts. The thought that Alpha Lucius was likely my mate frightened me. But seeing as he was bringing me to his house, I thought I was overreacting. 

He was a tyrant. Although a lot of people didn't see him as such, I never really liked him. A slow poison that brought women that weren't his mates to his house, slept with them and then discard them or turn them into his servants as he wished. How could he be my mate?

Maybe I had been wrong about him. Maybe he wasn't as horrible as I always imagined him to be. Maybe he would turn out to be the best mate. 

“Get down,” the two men said at the same time as if they were programmed. 

I eased out of the car realising we had arrived at the Alpha's house. 

My body was slipping into a nervous wreck again. But the beauty of the place hooked me the instant I stepped down. Everything and everywhere looked so magnificent. The flower beds that were so trimmed and fresh, the walk path that was duly tarred and with how neat they looked, it was obvious they were swept every day. Anyone could tell the amount of work put into all these. Definitely the Pack money. 

“I think you should stop showing the entire house that we brought you from the servants quarters,” the Beta said with a mocking tone and the Omega laughed. 

I was slightly embarrassed but tried not to show it. As expected, his Beta and Omega were as rude as him. 

“Hurry along. We don't have all day.”

They led me into a wide room that was beautifully decorated. The chandelier shone and radiated nothing but elegance in the room. I was still admiring the room when I heard a presence behind me and I swiftly turned. 

Lucius was standing right before me. His face looked more relaxed than earlier and he still looked as very handsome as the rumours and as I saw earlier in the hall and when one of his lips curled up into a small smirk, my heart squeezed. 

“Hi—urhm…” I stuttered unsure of what to say or what to do. The fresh manly scent emanating from him wasn't helping matters. 

“You are Amaya,” he said.

Didn't know if that was a question or statement but I nodded anyway. 

He gave me a long stare and suddenly smiled smugly.

“You know, I was very curious when the seer told me my mate was in the servants house. I thought she was messing with me. That crook,” he cussed under his breath. “I believe by now you must have realised we are mates,” he paused and again gave me a long stare that made my wolf leap again. 

“I don't feel too happy about it either,” I murmured. 

“What?” 

Shoot. He heard me. 

“Nothing,” I said, making a mental note to choose the mute path. 

He glanced me up and down in a disgusting manner as if I stank. 

“Unfortunately, you are far away from being the kind of woman I even keep around for call nights. You are a slave transitioned into a servant. You are weak and can offer me nothing. Well, you don't look too bad. I could pimp you up for bed,” he said emphasising on the ‘bed’. 

Every ounce of attraction I felt for him instantly fizzled away. My fingers curled. 

He walked to the counter board and brought down a drink. “I have just one offer for you,” he said as he poured the drink into the glass. “Reject me as your mate and I will let you stay here as my personal slut.”

“I would rather die than let your filthy hands touch me!”

He stopped and looked at me. Probably shocked from my outburst. His eyes burned. Those were the moments my mother warned me to flee from. But I was already too enraged to care about his anger now. And where would I flee to?

He stormed to where I stood and gripped my hand, and in one swift movement, he threw me against the counter table. My lower back struck hard against the edge of the wood and I clenched my teeth in pain. But the pain I felt from my heart was nothing compared to it. Why were things always different when it came to me?

“You say what? You would rather die than be my slut? Fine. You get your wish. You will die but at my own time. Guards!”

The guards charged in. 

“Lock her in my dungeon!”

“What are you doing? Let me go!” I yelled trying to fight off the guards. 

“Making your wish come through,” he sneered. 

Trying to fight off the guards seemed useless. I was outnumbered. 

They took me past a series of dark corridors and finally into a bunch of cells. The oozing odour and horrible stench of the place welcomed me the moment the men shoved me inside one of the cells. 

“Hey pretty slut, watch it,” the guard smacked his lips as he slammed the gate shut and when I followed his gaze it landed on two prisoners inside the cell beside mine. 

“Let me go! You can't do this to me!” I gripped the rods, pushing and yelling. 

“It will do you more good to stay calm,” one of the prisoners said. 

I was tired and felt like breaking down into tears. I looked at the prisoners. They seemed comfortable and I almost asked them what their crimes were but swallowed my words. They said the pack was at peace but we still had prisoners. 

“I stole from my neighbour, that's why I'm here,” one of the prisoners said as if he heard my thoughts. 

We may have left the olden times and transitioned in the modern times but nothing about here changed. It was still being called a dungeon and the feeling of being in it remained the same.

My throat tightened and I tried to not think about what had just happened. It wasn't enough that I was mated

to a mate that clearly didn't want me but now I was being punished by my own mate.