Dark Future

Karica's POV

I tried to wriggle out of his iron hold, my eyes taking in how close his heaving chest was to me. His scent filled my nostrils, making it difficult to push him away and I almost wanted to give in and lean forward, to bury my nose in his chest and take a deep breath. 

His hand tightened and now it was hurting me. 

"L…let go," I breathed out with difficulty. 

"You better stop fantasising about him or I will return and finish what I started," he snapped, jerking my head away, his anger blazing like an uncontrollable inferno. Those pools of darkness radiated an untamed ferocity, like uncoiled black mambas ready to strike me. Instilling terror in my rapidly beating heart but my tongue couldn't hold itself. 

"At least he never hurt me in the time we spent together. On the contrary, the man who is supposed to be my mate has already done that countless times in the past few hours," I burst out, unable to control my anger at his demeaning behaviour. 

He was still hovering over me and I was sure a slap was coming so I prepared myself for it. He gripped the sides of my seats and his claws protruded digging into the posh leather, boring holes in it, as his steely gaze remained fixated on me. A single blue vein protruded in his forehead like a creeping vine and I wished it would pop. 

"What were you expecting? Flowers? I found you after three years, in the arms of another man, semi-naked. If I had been a few minutes late I would have…," he didn't finish the sentence, instead punched the leather seat beside mine with such force that a gaping hole was left as his fist went through, making me jump in terror. 

This man was unhinged and I wondered when he would start hitting me because I was sure that punch was meant for me. He frightened me beyond comprehension and I knew I was about to spend the rest of my life, scared out of my wits. 

'Way to go Karica, you got some rotten luck,' my brain screamed. 

I mustered up enough courage before replying, my voice came out strained: "That's because I never wanted to be mated with someone like you."

I observed his jaw tighten further at my answer, a slow angry growl escaped his throat, warning me that I was trudging on the precipice of a deep valley and he would be all too glad to push me inside it. He leaned closer to me, his lips almost touching the outer edge of my ear, which seemed to be on fire from his proximity. His dominant aura oozed out making me shirk away as he tauntingly whispered:

"Too bad for you then because I have no plans of letting you go. Even if I have to keep you in a dungeon, I will do that. For my pack and my wolf and I will ensure you will never get a shard of love from me after what you did. All you will get is my wrath." 

His menacing words gave me a spine-chilling sensation and I froze in my spot, my widened eyes stared at him while no sound came out of my mouth. Giving me one final disdainful stare he stepped away and went back to his seat, his silvery strands swaying behind him. 

And I finally breathed, I didn't dare before for his scintillating scent would overwhelm me. My hand clutched my chest as an uneasy feeling birthed and cocooned inside me. The tears wanted to spill out but I forced them back and swayed my head toward the window, away from him. 

I had to keep my emotions in check, even my smile seemed to frustrate him, so I kept a straight face and leaned against the glass, staring outside at the darkness, which was foreshadowing my future. A dark twisted future waited for me in his territory. 

A single tear escaped the confines of my lashes containing all my resentment, fears and apprehensions. But I quickly swiped it away, not wanting him to see me so vulnerable. 

'Don't cry, Zilver will not be happy,' Laila thrummed in my mind and I wondered why he would care about my crying. 

'Why does he care? From what I saw, he hates me,' I confided in Laila. 

'He doesn't hate us. We are his mate, he can't hate us. He is just very angry at you for keeping me away,' she answered and I sighed. I knew both of them loathed me and I had just been made aware of his sentiments. He had already manhandled me. 

Words of my mother echoed in my brain: "Men of this world might try to break you in every aspect. They will try to own your body, and use it for their own pleasures but remember they will never have your soul. Your soul is yours to share with whoever seems fit." 

From the moment fertile females began to become ill-fated and started having more than one mate, she had started preparing me. It scared me shitless and yet she somehow knew I would be fertile and being Alphaborn it would blow out of proportion. 

I missed her and wished she was here to hold me in her arms and I could openly cry in her embrace. I curled up as much as I could in that seat, hiding my face using my arms. Soon I drifted off with a permanent ache in my heart. 

"Get up!" his annoyed voice and steely grip on my arm woke me up. I wearily opened my eyes, still a bit disoriented. He abruptly pulled me up and I staggered to my feet. 

"Jeez!" I screeched but he paid me no heed as he dragged me along towards the jet's exit. Feeling like a four-year-old who was being dragged to school on their first day I unwillingly followed. 

The cold gust of wind hit me as soon as I stepped outside the jet. It was freezing and even with his coat on I shivered uncontrollably. My hands began to numb. His car stood on the tarmac and the same men who had brutalised Adiyan stood alongside it. 

The one with light blonde hair was a bit leaner than their alpha, the other one was built like a wrestler. Both of them were tall like runway models but they weren't as tall as the man holding me. Their auras sinister and their faces masked by nothingness as if they felt nothing. 

Just looking at them made my body shudder and I wondered if his whole pack was like that. 

As we approached they lowered their heads in respect of their alpha and threw the doors open. 

He shoved me inside and the door was banged shut, only for him to climb in from the other side and the car began to move. The heater was on and I sighed in relief as I rubbed my hands together. 

"Get these few things etched in your tiny brain before we get to my pack," his gravelly voice sounded from beside me and my heart began racing like a 100-meter sprinter.