Chapter 4: My Strange Scary Mate.

Chapter 4: My Strange Scary Mate.

Morana’s point of view

I sat still awaiting anything from the guards that went to deliver my message to my new mate. He isn’t back yet and it has been up to ten minutes he went away from here.

A new guard have taken over of course and I wonder what I am in here, a prisoner or what exactly?

All I know is I found my second chance mate and he gave me signs that he doesn’t want me before I passed out in his Arms. Emphasis on the arms, then woke up to find myself in this cell.

I’m definitely a prisoner, but I just was never treated like one, a special treatment was actually given to me. I have my own soft mattress and a blanket to keep myself warm whenever the dawn’s frostiness hits.

I don’t know which werewolf Pack holds me? Or anything about my mate at all. I’m just in here, kept locked in for the past three weeks now according to the friend I have made. After awhile, I lost track of time.

Killian was the only one nice to me since I got here, the rest treated me like shit. I wonder why, but my only guess is because of who my mate is. He must be the Alpha to this pack, and they all hated me for being mated to him. A weak omega rogue, mated to their Alpha.

My scent stink with the awful smell. How worse can life treat you being an omega? Well, my case is the perfect instance.

“Hey!” I found myself calling out silently to the guard currently in charge of watching over me, knowing I was calling her, her face went dry as she turned to look at me with an irritated expression on her face.

“What?” She asked in a snappy voice, glaring at me as if I’m not meant to exist. The way I would actually appreciate it if I never existed though.

“Please can you tell me what this place is? Like what Pack is this?” I questioned, trying not to be intimidated by her but failing miserably as she gazed harder with her fiery orbs staring deep at my soul through so such aversion.

I should have just waited till Killian gets back and ask him, or I should even have ask since and not at this moment.

“What did you say?” She responded, wanting me to repeat myself because I’m sure she heard me clearly of what I asked.

“Never mind.” It’s better to call it off before things get worse, I’m asking the wrong person and I shouldn’t be doing that.

“Repeat yourself now before I make you.” I heard her threatened, so dark her voice sounds pretty demonic. I flinched glancing to see her pupils dilating as they gawked intensely at me through the rectangular holes in between the metal bars of the cell gate.

“Please don’t hurt me.” I begged, totally threatened by her appearance that has changed.

“Move closer,” she beckoned with her fingers, and with a sensible brain I should have done the opposite, move faraway instead, but instead I obeyed dumbly moving closer to her, giving her the chance to wrap her hand tightly around my neck, pressing it hard as she watched me gasped for air and fought ridiculously for freedom.

“Please……..stop……please….” My words were spanned as my eyes began turning red with waters sliding down my cheek.

The moment was interrupted by his voice, just like I heard the first time, cold and gratuitously eerie, deep with a tint of darkness all over. “What are you doing to her?” He had asked, and I felt a nerving wave of adrenaline pumped through my system.

Who could he be that he exudes so much power just by his presence. The hand wrapped around my neck fell off abruptly as she stood up frightened, with her head bowed she mustered a reasonable response, “She-she-she-“ her attempt to construct a meaningful reply failing as she stuttered miserably.

“What are my orders Kaia?” His voice came out again, like they did to me the first time, happening to me all over again the second time.

I wonder if I’m the only one feeling like this, but glancing around my surroundings and the frightened look I saw on other prisoners as well as the guards standing beside and behind him, I can guess it’s normal.

“N-n-no-not t-to,” she paused taking a deep breath to calm herself and contort a straighter sentence, “Not to touch her your highness.” She responded, sounding mild unlike how she was with me, her head bowed and her fingers fidgeted against her back.

Your highness. Is he some sort of King or what? Who is he exactly that he’s this feared and scary.

In a swift he was standing in front of her and as if she’s nothing he brought his hand to her neck twisting it and snapping her dead like a piece of nothing. The guard whose name is Kaia fell to the ground lifeless and my eyes widened in horror of what just displayed.

Never in my life have I witnessed murder except the brutal one I was made to watch to teach me an unforgettable lesson.

My eyes blurred as it popped up my mind again, taking away the reality I was in, as if it was happening all over again as I watched the particular murder getting committed.

Defenseless and helpless, I was held still and made to watch him slaughter my only sister to a bloody piece, to nothing less just to teach me a lesson for stopping him from hurting me.

It delves deeper in my head as they pain rushed back in, the ones that comes with the grief I got from losing her and being the cause. I never got over it, the guilt and sadness still lives deep within and always will surface to hurt me every single damn time. All it needs is a trigger scene, one I just witness right now that is triggering everything back.

To remind me of the promise I made myself, to make him pay for what he did and I will. If it’s to visit heaven and hell before I can, then I will.

“Hey!” The call and bang that came loudly on my metal gates had me snapping back to reality. I looked around myself not realizing I had gotten on my knees.

I looked to the voice who called me to see his dark gaze on me, chills traveled down my spine as our gazes met.

“Get her out!” His cold voice commanded, and on his words guards trooped closer as they pushed the gates opened and dragging me to stand on my feet.

I was taken outside, and brought to stand in front of him, right then I noticed his height compared to mine. I’m a biro length compared to his fifty centimeters long ruler.

His huge body frame towered above me as I could feel his intense cold gaze peering down at me, causing an erratic movements in my heartbeats.

I was too scared to look him in the eyes once again so I can take in his appearance, rather I kept my head bent.

“Follow me.” He ordered as he began walking away, like a sired puppy to his owner I turned around following him.

Not exactly knowing where we are going and not able to question him. But I have to, I have to know where this is, I have to know who he is, I have to reject him and ask for my freedom.

“Wait,” the word came out of my lips before I could stopped it, coming out low and giving me hope that he heard empty of the word, but I was wrong as he halted his steps, turning back to face me with his intimidating aura inundating the entire atmosphere and making the air I breathe in appear tensed.

I have to talk, I just have to talk to him. I can do this, let me assume he’s not like Boden. And although he kept me locked up for three weeks, but the three weeks wasn’t all bad in there, and I was literally given everything I wanted. Boden would never do that, plus he hadn’t tried to hurt me yet and I really hope he doesn’t.

I sighed deeply, gathering all the courage lost and buried deep in me, with a hard gulped of saliva swallowed in, I asked. “Who are you?” My tone meek as ever as I put in more hard work in avoiding his gaze, not wanting to shrink with fears further.

“I will not reply to the question of an outcast.” His response came back flat and cold.

“Well do you want me here or not?” I asked, keeping my voice soft and trying not sound anything in anyway that would provoke him or cause any harm to myself.

“I want nothing to do with you.” The words met with my heart as they stomped on it, crushing it more than it already had been crushed.

I knew it.

‘Mate doesn’t want us at all.’ Darah whined painfully in my head and I tried not to be affected, but Sike! Tears bloomed free out of my eyes slipping down my cheek.

I just don’t know whether my life is suppose to be this painful and filled with sorrows. Why can’t I just be happy for once? Why…..

“He wouldn’t want us with this ugly face, nothing about me is attractive Darah, we’re an ugly loser. No one will ever want us.” My heart broke the more as I said those words to myself and my wolf.

“Are you done?” I was brought back to life with his question.

“Reject me then.” I said to him with a teary eyed, “Reject me and let me go.” I added, feeling more bold as each words left my lips.

“Do not tell me what to do.” He warned as he deepened his voice, “For now shut up and follow me.” He turned back ready to continue moving but I stood still rooted in my position.

“No!” I objected, crossing my arms and taking a bold stance. “Not until you tell me who you are? Where I am? Until then am I moving my legs from this spot.” I added, defiance in my tone.

I trembled inside scared of what his reaction would be. What exactly is wrong with me? Acting strong with the man everybody feared and doesn’t look friendly, great move Morana, great move and totally not the dumbest shit you’ve ever done on earth.

I heard his silent scoff, “Like I said, I don’t reply or answer to an outcast. Move!” And with that statement of his I felt something powerful took over my body.

A force energy pressed on my body, spreading through my system and soon I saw my legs moving, not on my accord but as if it was being controlled. Is he behind this? Is this his doing? I couldn’t tell, but could deduce considering he’s the only one present here at the moment.

“Hey, stop this! Stop this voodoo right this moment!” I don’t know what got into me to shout at him but I did and I hope not to regret it!

Sike.

“Keep shut.”

Boom my lips became sealed as I found it extremely hard to open my lips, I struggled to break out of his hold but honestly I couldn’t even feel the effort.

“And never in your life should you yell at me again. Let this be your first and the last warning.” He sentenced, as I felt my throat getting hurt, a tickled sensation of pain ran through me as I tried to scream but all that came out was muffles.

I kept walking unable to control myself with my mouth sealed and my throat burning the hell out from inside.

“Be reminded.” And with those words the burning seized, a sigh also escaping my opened lips.

That’s it! I’m done.

I called for him just so I can reject him and right now it’s going to be what I’m going to do. It’s very obvious I don’t have a shot of happiness with him, for all I can guess, he can be even worse than Alpha Boden.

“I Morana Ledger, a Captivated Rogue member of this pack, propose a rejection to the fated bond between us.”