Natasha's POV

Maybe it was the body or maybe it was the baby blue eyes I don't know, but I couldn't stop thinking about Lucien's prisoner, Tyler that I met  in the cell. It was so absurd how I wanted to go down there and free him , consequences be damned. I smiled sweetly and shake in shock as Lucien barges in.

Dude has never taken a second to knock ever since I got here. He gives me his trade mark shark smile and advances on me. I scoot back in the bed and but he doesn't stop so I draw the covers up to my chin in an act of protection. He snatched the covers from my hands and pulled them off the bed totally tossing them in the corner and for once I'm grateful that I don't go to sleep naked.

"What is going on ?" I ask and on the last word in my sentence, he grabs my ankle and drags my body closer to his . We're so close that I am looking into his eyes. He looks at me with pure lust and I look at him with pure hatred. He leans down to kiss me and I watch him watch me. He's poking the bear trying to see what type of reaction he'll get. He licks his lips painting it with saliva and then presses said lips to my mouth. I don't pull away and watch him with open eyes. Immediately he pulls back, I wipe my lips with the back of my hand. His face contorts into a mask of amusement and so he does it again and I give the same reaction.

"I will never love you" I say and his face changes two times. The first time was from amusement to anger and the second time was from anger back to amusement.

"I didn't say I loved you too" he says and I don't know why but I feel like a train ran over my heart. I wonder why his words seem hurtful because I should not give a damn but I still do and it hurts like hell. He drags me closer till out bodies touch each other.

"But I own every inch of you." he says and I feel pleased. He leans in and kisses me properly for the first time. Lowering his head and pressing his lips against mine. He kissed me without hurry until I relaxed under his touch and parted my lips for him.

I raised my arm and hesitantly touched the back of his neck, my fingers brushing his hair. My other hand pressed against his chest, enjoying the feel of his muscles.

He pulled away. I  tried to relax into his kiss and when he made no move to take things further I actually felt the tension slip away and began to enjoy his experienced mouth before he finally pulls back.

  "I'm your master and there is nothing you can do about it " he says and I watch him with half closed lids.

He walks out and I feel it , the wet sensation between my legs and I blush like a child. "This has got to be the worst case of Stockholm Syndrome ever"

I have never despised myself more, how could I have enjoyed a kiss with the man that ripped my father's heart out and holds my mother hostage?

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I turn to look myself in the mirror and I'm shocked at how beautiful I am. I'm dressed in an expensive Victoria secret wedding gown and it's my wedding day . I stared at my reflection.

The dress was gorgeous; the chapel train fanned out behind me, the platinum embroidery glittering wherever the sunlight hit it, and the entire waist line was accentuated by a white satin ribbon. Yes, all of a sudden, Lucien wanted to get married and with my mother's life dangling over my head, who am I to complain.

The dressmakers tug and pull and after a few minutes my dress is set, my hair was done an hour ago and all that's left is my veil. Tears come to my eyes as I realize there's no one to give me away at the alter.

"I'd like to be alone" I say the first time but no one hears me and I clench my hands into fists.

"I said I'd like to be alone now " I repeat with my voice higher than before. The women are startled and they look at one another before walking out, strangely in a single file. I look at myself in the mirror beautiful and ready for one of the most important days of my life and then suddenly I don't see myself anymore.

I watch the image of my father's head being hacked off, his heat ripped out, my mother taken away in slow motion, all in the mirror and I can't control my sobbing. The door opens and I know it's my husband to be. The origin of my family's misfortune, the bad guy in my story, the murderer of my father and the jailer of my mother, Lucien.

He stands at the back of my chair and bends so his head is on my fragile shoulder.

"I hope those are tears of Joy" he says with a sardonic smile on his face.

"I hate you" I say and he laughs,

"Don't we all?' he jokes and my hatred rises by another 40 percent.

"Why, why all this?,what's the point to all this murder and evil? I ask and with a serious face , not breaking eye contact in the mirror. He stares back, unabashed.

" For the greater good" he says and stand up.

"Don't try anything funny, get your make up fixed, be a good girl and I'll let you see your mother." he says and I scoff.

"I should do all that and the only rewards I get is seeing my mother, I'm getting married to you so the least you could do is let her go" I say and he shakes his head.

"You are very bad negotiator," he says and  I sigh. It's obvious there is no sense getting through to him.

"Who will give me away at the alter?" I ask and he laughs.

"Your uncle Antonio, and don't worry, he knows not to fuck up'' he says before storming out. Before I can regain my composure, the ladies come back into the room and get back to work. Soon my make up is fixed and I'm ready to go.

The church is filled with people. I wonder where Lucien found this number of people within such a short period of time.

I walk with my uncle that I haven't seen in 10 years. I ignore him totally not looking at his face when he takes me to the alter. I stand facing Lucien and once again, I see his admirable features, I almost let myself admire me then I remember that he is my enemy and that admiration turned to hatred.

I recited the vows that he had forced me to memorize and the priest blessed our rings. Lucien picked up my ring off the red cushion in the alter . My fingers shook like leaves in a summer breeze as I raised them, and I know this is a metal collar around my neck, one that I won't be able to remove unless by beheading.

Lucien’s strong hand was firm and steady as he took mine, an evil grin of accomplishment, plastered across his face.

“Natasha, take this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.” The words sounded like a joke coming out of his mouth. He slipped the ring onto my finger. Rose gold with twenty one small diamonds. What was meant as a sign of love for other couples was nothing but a certificate of his ownership of me. There was no way out of this union for me.

I was Lucien's property until I was able to escape. The last few words of the oath was for the council of Alpha's, sworn when they were inducted into the council, could just as well have been the closing of my wedding vow: ‘I enter alive and I won't leave unless dead ’ It was my turn to say the words and put the ring onto Lucien’s finger.

For a moment, I wasn’t sure if I could manage because it all hit me at that moment . The tremor running in my veins and flowing in my body was so strong that Lucien had to steady my hand and help me. I hoped nobody had noticed, but as usual Adam’s keen eyes rested on my fingers.

“You may kiss the bride,” the priest said. I raised my head. Every pair of eyes in the church scrutinized me, waiting for a flicker of weakness. Lucien would be furious if I let my terror show. He bent down and kisses me. My lips trembled against his mouth. He pushed his tongue between my lips and a tear slid down my cheek yet I lost control of myself and let out a moan. The priest clears his throat and we pull back and I mentally smack myself for looking and feeling so wanton in front of all these people. His eyes bored into me, and I look up at him. The message in his eyes were clear: You are mine.

"I present to you the latest couple, Alpha Lucien and his bride, Luna Natasha" The priest said as we turn towards the congregation. We are greeted with a resounding round of applause. I look at the entrance and see Lisa seething and I smirk linking my arms with my husband and watch her walk out of the church in anger.

Lucien and I link hands and walk out of the church. Flowers of all sorts is tossed in our direction, I wonder how many people he had to threaten to make the people act like they like him. I think at some point some fell into my bodice and I squirm at how uncomfortable it feels. Normally we should get in a car and drive to the airport like any other couple but here we were going back into the house, the same house where he would hold me hostage for God knows how long.