A Good Day to Open Eyes

The lighting... It must be the lighting, Rayna! "I don't have time for this bullshit—" His phone rang and he stopped mid-sentence. Was it my imagination or did he look more panicked than frustrated?

"Alpha, the girl—" He looked like he was cut off and his eyes glowed brighter and feature tensed. I took a cautious step back.

Alpha? Alpha male?! How much did his parents hate that dude to name him that?

His glaring eyes dug holes in me and the other hand clenched tighter by his side. Is it only me or the whole Restaurant is glaring at me now?

"But Alpha, the girl—" He was cut-off again and glared harder at me. What's his deal?!

My eyes fell on the Exit as my heart constricted in panic. This isn't good. I need to leave this place.

Whatever the hell it is, I'm sure it includes selling and buying a human being which doesn't sound good for me as that sold Bitch in question sent me here. She is dead meat.

"Yes, Alpha." The man cuts off the call and turned his unwanted, undivided attention to me.

I fixed my stance and clear my throat, "So you see, I'm really not Sienna. I'll get going then—"

"Get her." He ordered and in panic, I made a run for it but I was grabbed by both arms in my second step. I turn my head to that mother fucker and glared.

I raise my finger despite the harsh grip on my arms, "Do you know who I am? Touch a hair on my body and you will be surprised at how many pieces a human body can be mutilated in!"

Ridiculous, I know. They are touching me enough to warrant that twice over.

He scoffs with a bitter smirk, "Sorry, foolish woman. It's your own fault for being at the wrong place—"

"Oh, fuck you!" I try to jerk my arms out of their clutches, "You're not sorry enough. But you will be when my Dad comes to find you!" I pant as my fear overtakes my senses. I want to get out of here but begging will not get me there so threatening it is.

I take a look at my surroundings, not a single person looks like they are calling for help. The diners look like families then why aren't they calling for help?! I make eye contact anxiously with several people but as they meet my eye, they avert theirs. I want to wail out in frustration.

I turn my face back to the guy and clench my jaw, "$10 Million. I'm being generous and offering you the deal of your life—" Before I could finish my sentence my words were muffled by the heavy cloth placed on my mouth.

I know what the strong scent in it is. I stop breathing and thrash around. My lungs burn but I still struggle. My heel slips in my thrashing, and I stumble on the harsh ground. I make eye contact with a blonde girl who's shouting and beating the chest of the man now.

"Let her go… Stop it… Please, let…" Nothing is registering in my frantic efforts to be freed. my shouts are muffled and my arms are restrained in harsh grips.

My struggles weaken, as I take in desperate breaths because of my burning lungs. My teary vision fade and my senses lull down. Light leave my eyes just like apprehension and strength leave my body.

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I feel pain, not sharp piercing pain but the heavy kind of pain that weighs you down. Slow and consecutively consuming. By and by the pain exceeds and I can feel my wrecked-up senses returning.

The pain in my head and knees hit me like a bolt and then I feel hands touching me and hear cheery hushed voices. Several of them. Then the feathery touches on my face and smoothening hands down my body, above the fabric.

"...What..."

I hiss as I try to move myself away from the touches and a groan leaves my parted lips. All the voices quiet down and touches disappear. I squint my eyes as light blinds me for a moment.

Blinking several times, I clear up my vision enough to see a ceiling. I have never seen it before. A white engraved ceiling.

A tasteless tacky ceiling...

My hazy mind slowly grasped back on reality and I jerked up to see several women, young and old, smiling silly at me.

I blink. Then I blink some more.

...Did I have a memory lapse or did I get amnesia? That too on my wedding day because I clearly can't remember knowing these ladies, wearing this 90ish ruffly white dress or this awfully flashy room.

The women were observing me with shy giggles and whispering things like 'she's pretty.' 'New Luna...' and 'the girl…'

I shook my head to clear my head then tapped my temple for good measure.

Nothing is making sense. I don't know these women nor do I have any idea how they know. I clearly remembered Sienna forcing me on a Blind date in her place, the weird place with weird people and that man… That man!

My body jolted up from the recliner chair I was on to stand, but a sharp pain hit me in the head. I stumble trying to regain my balance to no avail. My body felt too heavy for me. I anticipated the harsh hit of the ground but then before I could hit the floor, arms grabbed me.

"Luna!"