Laura's POV
Just like that, it has been five years since I got trapped in this hellhole. Five years since my parents abandoned me in this place for their selfish desires. I cower in the corner of my cell, the cold stone walls closing in on me like a vice. One would have thought that I would have lost count of the days since Victor, the ruthless Alpha, took me captive. The darkness is suffocating, the silence is deafening, and the environment is sickening. I just count my days, and I number them, hopefully waiting for the day my prince in shining armour will come for me and rescue me from the captivity of Alpha Victor. I am a prisoner and this room is my cell, regardless of the fancy decor, the queen-sized bed, the flat-screen television, the wardrobe with fancy clothes in it, and the glass doors that lead to the balcony. Regardless of the fresh air that comes from the balcony, I still feel locked up, and I feel suffocated. I am a pawn in Alpha Victor's game of power and control. My family's huge debt to him has made me a prisoner. Each day, I try to remind myself that they did it for me. Mum and Dad took that debt because they loved me. I try to see this new life as me paying for my sins, but instead, the reality of it is that I am paying for the sins of my parents. The sins they refused to own up to! I hate them, and each day, my hate for them grows. Five years now, and I have not received a single call from them, not a text message, not a single greeting to check if I am still alive. Nothing from them, and I can not help but cry. Each day, I remind myself that I am alone in this world. It is just me against the world. I should have known from the very beginning that it was just me. Mum and Dad were never there for me. It has always been just me from the onset, and it will keep being me forever. My eyes dart towards the direction of the door as I hear the door creak open. My heart races fast as the tall and muscular figure steps into the room. He is elegantly dressed in a brown suit, his hair is styled neatly, Alpha Victor's eyes gleam with malice, wickedness, and disgust, while a cold smirk is plastered on his face. I hate him, I hate his smug look, I hate his presence, and I hate every single thing that exists about him. "Why are you not dressed yet, Laura? Our guests will be here any moment from now, and do not tell me you plan to greet them dressed like that?" Alpha Victor eyed my outfit with a disgusted look on his face. His face is scrunched up in irritation at me. Little does he know that the feeling is mutual. I am irritated by his presence as well, but the only difference is that he is allowed to express his disgust, and I am not. "I will be dressed in the next five minutes," I mumbled in a dry tone. I am very afraid of him because I have seen him do horrible things to his servants and workers. Regardless of my fear of him, I do not seize the slightest chance to be rude to him indirectly. Victor's next action took me by surprise. He dashes close to me and grabs me by the neck tight. I struggle to get out of his strong grip on my neck, and my body weakens at the pain coming from his strong grip. I choked out a bitter cry and slowly started to give up. I think he notices that because his grip on me loosens and I slump to the floor in defeat, accidentally slamming my back against the wall. I cry out in agony and rub my neck. The pain coming from his grip is throbbing and piercing. I cough out loud with tears coming from my eyes, and I ignore the pain from slamming my back against the wall. That is not as painful as me almost choking to death. Alpha Victor chokes out bitter laughter, and I am forced to meet his gaze to hide the fear that is eating me up on the inside. I know better than to anger him. I should get on his good side to avoid trouble. I know all of that, but at the same time, I can not control the spark of rebellion that flares up in me. I hate him, and I sincerely wish the worst on him. "What do you want from me?" I find myself crying and yelling at him. "It has been five years, Laura. Five good years, can you not just get over it? Alpha Victor speaks up with disdain laced in his tone. Five years? Yes, it has been five years. Get over it? I can not help but shake my head at him. Get over the fact that I will be stuck with a ruthless Alpha for the rest of my life, then no! I can not get over that. It has been five years, but it still feels like yesterday. I still remember that night perfectly and how Mum had forcefully pulled me out of the truck like I was a criminal. I remember how she threw me to the floor. I still remember what the physical and emotional pain was like. Oh, I still remember how the gates were slammed in my face. That is still in my memory! "What do you want from me? Look at me and tell me what you want from me!" I yelled at Alpha Victor. The tears do not stop falling from my eyes. They only increase as I relieve the painful memory of everything. How Alpha Victor had treated me like trash on my first day here up until now. "Tell me, Alpha Victor, make it clear to me." My voice is barely above a whisper now. Suddenly, Alpha Victor chuckles, he chuckles loudly and shakes his head at me. The sound of his laughter sends shivers down my spine. I grit my teeth and clench my fist at the disturbing sound of his laughter. It annoys me. It makes me angry all the time because he does not deserve to laugh. He does not even deserve to smile or even be alive! He is a monster, and monsters do not deserve anything. "I want to remind you, Laura, you are mine now, Mine to keep, mine to use as I see fit. You are mine forever because I paid your price." Alpha Victor says amidst his laughter. I gulp a lump down my throat as I take in the bitter truth. Am I his? Mum and Dad sold me out, so yes, I am his. Sadly and unfortunately, I am his. There seems to be nothing I can do about that yet. Just for now, but I swear on my own life that I will not be Alpha Victor's prisoner forever. I refuse to let myself be. Alpha Victor slowly began to walk towards the door, ignoring me as I lay carelessly on the floor in pain, my hands still wrapped around my neck. He releases a heavy sigh and turns to me. Alpha Victor eyes me from head to toe and goes ahead to say "Our guests are waiting for you Laura, it is not nice to keep them waiting, especially since I have an important announcement for them." Important announcement? My heart races fast at the mention of an important announcement. What important announcement does he have to say? I have a feeling it is not something pleasant.Brandon’s POVThe pain came in waves. Hot. Then bloodless. The thing in between that made me feel like I wasn’t even inside my very own body. But I hung on, due to the fact I could pay attention to her. Laura. Her voice became like a rope pulling me out of the dark. I wanted to speak. I wanted to inform her not to open that door. But my mouth got dry. My lips wouldn’t flow the manner I needed them to.I may want to hear the girl out of doors talking. She knew matters—too much stuff. About Laura. About me. And what she stated ultimately made my blood flip to ice.“I realize who your actual father is, Laura. And it’s no longer the person who just shot Brandon.”It felt just like the air in the cabin iced up.Laura’s hand was at the lock. She stood frozen, her face faded and eyes huge, like she’d stopped breathing. I desired to s
Laura’s POVI screamed so loud it felt like something ripped into my chest.Brandon hit the wooden ground hard, blood speeding from his shoulder like a red river. I dropped to my knees beside him, pressing my arms to the wound, however it wouldn’t forestall. My imagination and prescience blurred from tears and fear, and I could barely breathe as I shouted his call over and over. His eyes rolled lower back for a second, then flickered open simply enough to discover mine.“I’m ok,” he mumbled, while his blouse soaked through with blood. “It didn’t hit the heart.”I didn’t believe him. I may want to feel the warm temperature of his blood below my fingers and see the light coloration of his pores and skin. He wasn’t okay. None of this changed ok.My palms were shaking so badly I couldn’t think. But then I remembered wh
Laura’s POVThe cold bit through my clothes, however I didn’t leave. I stood outside the cabin, staring at the red-lettered note in my hand as snow drifted quietly around me. The phrases kept replaying in my mind like a cruel echo I couldn’t get away.“Your mom didn’t die via a twist of fate. She was killed. And the person who killed her is the identical man who simply kissed you.”I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t believe it. My palms trembled so badly that the paper slipped from my hand and fluttered to the snowy floor. The wind picked it up and carried it away, however it didn’t count. The words were already carved into my heart.I grew to become lower back toward the cabin. The hot orange glow of the fire peeked through the window. Brandon lay inside, resting, restoring… the same man who had held me like I became the most effective aspect
Laura’s POVBrandon didn’t communicate.His eyes were closed.His body was lifeless under my fingers.I pressed my forehead to his chest, shaking all over. I struggled to breathe slightly.“Please,” I whispered. “Please don’t leave me. Please don’t die.”His blood was everywhere.On my arms.On my face.In my mouth.I didn’t care.I just wanted him to wake up.Damien knelt beside me, seeking to assist Evelyn stop the bleeding. But nothing worked.The sword had long passed deep.Too deep.“His pulse is fading,” Evelyn said, her voice tight. “We need to do the binding.”“W
Brandon’s POVI couldn’t sleep.Not after that man touched her.Not after he smiled as he knew her like he owned the nighttime.I stood by the window, staring into the darkishtimber outside the secure residence. My arms were clenched. My enamel is tight.I should still hear his voice. Whispering her call like a curse.Laura.He now was not purported to locate her.He was no longer supposed to be that near.And now, the entirety has changed.Behind me, I heard soft footsteps. I didn’t flip. I already knew it had become random,” Laura stated in a quiet voice.I didn’t talk.She moved closer and stood beside me. Her arm brushed mine. I ought to experience her warmth. Her breath.“You’re irritated.”“I’m more than indignant.”She looked up at me. “Are you irritated at me?”
Laura’s POVThe training started the day after today.I stood in the middle of the field, the wind tugging at my hair, the solar burning down. Brandon stood in front of me, his palms folded, his eyes sharp however hot.“Again,” he said, tossing me the timber dagger.My arms fumbled. The dagger dropped.I picked it up, respiration was difficult.“I’m not robust enough,” I whispered.He walked nearer, gently lifting my chin.“You don’t have to be sturdy these days. You just have to show up.”He stepped lower back. “Now again. This time, consciousness.”I charged forward, yelling, looking to swing the dagger the way he taught me.But he moved rapidly. Too rapid.Before I blinked, he twisted in the back of me, his hands wrapping around my waist. He whispered in opposition to my ear, “You’re main with anger, no longer purpose.”I ought to feel his breath. My coronary heart raced—now not simply from schooling.I turned to face him, panting. “Then what ought to I lead with?”“Balance. Patien