| CHAPTER 2 : BUG IN THE CUP |
Guess what mister psycho dog did after his oh-so plan failed of killing me?
He cuffed me back again to the walls. Only this time the cuffs were much stronger, longer and thicker.
I had time to take in his room by the time he was gone to who knows where.
The most beautiful thing about this room is that it had a freaking balcony. The balcony was the size of my bedroom itself back in my apartment. His room had a queen-sized bed, dresser, an office desk, his wardrobe, a door that probably led to a bathroom and a chandelier hanging in between.
Every piece, every piece of furniture was placed neatly in a way that looked like a display in a museum. Everything looked pristine, clean and polished as if no one laid a finger on it.
For the past hour, I've been pulling at the cuffs engraved near the fireplace - yeah he had a fireplace too. A small sting formed on my wrists from pulling too much.
Giving up, I huffed and slid down the wall, leaning my back against it. My mind was too occupied with the thoughts of me escaping to think about what had happened earlier. I have a feeling King- or whatever he calls himself - was gonna come back soon. I need to get out of here.
More minutes passed as I tried freeing myself of the cuffs. My wrists were stinging more than ever. When the cuffs didn't budge or even give a crack, a frustrated cry came to my lips.
The door opened, making me jerk up straighter.
King Alpha walked in.
He did not meet my eyes, as he nonchalantly shut the door, walking over to his bed. He straightened the already straightened covers as if trying to occupy himself with something, completely ignoring the fact that he had a sweet little prisoner imprisoned in his room.
"Why am I here?" I asked for what seemed like the thousandth time.
He didn't pause for a second, either he didn't hear me or chose to ignore me.
Well, it can't be the former since he said he could hear my heartbeat. And I'm pretty sure my voice was louder than my heartbeat.
"WHY AM I HERE?"
He huffed a small breath of annoyance still not looking at me, "You're here so I can kill you."
"Oh great, more of that talk." I rolled my eyes. "Listen here dog man, if you just wanted to kidnap me, you can. You don't really have to put this lame act of calling yourself the King Alpha. Who even keeps their nickname King Alpha? I can literally name so many names which would rank 'not lame' above King Alpha."
His jaw clenched in annoyance, but he didn't answer me.
"So you can drop the act and tell me who you really are. I won't tell a soul, don't worry about it. Because this whole 'I'm-a-big-bad-dog-who-is-a-really-great-King—"
"I'm a werewolf! Not a dog!"
"See, more of that." I rolled my eyes. "Where's your gang by the way? Or do you work alone?"
His jaw clenched further; I was afraid his jaw is gonna get stuck like that. At least he won't be able to tell more of his lies and theories like that.
"Where am I?"
"You're in the middle of Europe where no man can find you."
"Europe?" My eyes widened. "I lived in fucking New York!"
He shrugged.
"So why am I here again?"
He forced in a deep breath, running a hand frustratingly along his face, before finally turning his ice-cold eyes on me.
With a sarcastic, dangerous and a fake sweet voice, he said, "You're here so I can slit open your neck, lick your blood, and then use your skin as a rug on my floor to tramp on whenever I like."
His words send a shiver down my spine making me stunned for a moment. I tried not to appear scared but the colour from my face probably drained away.
"Why?" I asked, surprised at the confidence in my voice because I was absolutely trembling inside.
"Because you're my mate."
"And that is...?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Every werewolf has a mate. The mates are their destined soulmates, and they are chosen by the moon goddess, blah blah blah—all that crap. But you can't possibly be my mate because you're human. Meaning the witches are—"
"Playing their games again. Yeah, we got to that part." I said, "So why haven't you killed me yet?"
"I will." He replied. "After I figure out what sickening move you did earlier."
He referred to the time when the strange scream erupted from my mouth. My scream had exploded lightbulbs, toppled the furniture over one another, burst flames, and shattered glass. I still have no idea what happened. It seemed all too quick and got over within seconds. I would honestly call it, all in the action of fear. He did grab my neck, ready to tear it apart.
"I have no idea what happened," I admitted.
"I know. Don't worry. I'll figure it out for you," He said, "If you want, I can even tell you before you die."
For a moment I thought I was gonna shake or go still like a statue.
But instead, I scoffed, "Again with the 'I'm-gonna-kill-you' talk. I must say, I almost believed you. You should be an actor. With how many people have you practiced this? Now, where are the cameras? Where's the director of this show?"
"You should really watch your mouth, stupid human. I don't usually let anyone speak to me like that. If you weren't any different, I would have killed you right here and then." A dark grin curled on his mouth.
"I feel so special," I said sarcastically all the while his threat sent huge waves of fear throughout my body.
His eyes blazed and he disappeared.
Like actually disappeared.
Before my jaw could fall open he reappeared directly in front of my face making me gasp. His fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.
"Listen here you stupid, stupid, human." A dark amused look masked his features, his pearly white teeth flashing into an even darker grin, "I can kill you without touching you, I can kill you without breathing in your direction, I can kill you without even being in the same room. There are so many ways in how I can kill you, starting from the most painful one." His fingers tightened on my chin, "I can crush you in a pulp, I can tear out your neck with my pretty fangs, I can do wonders to your pathetic little human body. I can do much more worse things, much worse things than death. I can make you scream in pain, scream for help, scream for me to stop, all until you beg to me to just end it all." He harshly leaned towards my face, threat swirling in his icy blue orbs, "Don't. Make. Me."
The temperature dropped below zero. My eyes, widened, gazed back at his. All I wanted to do was shrink back into the wall. The threat and danger in his voice were loud and clear. I know he isn't kidding. I know he isn't lying. He is a werewolf. He is the King Alpha living for more than seven hundred years. I am his mate. He is going to kill me.
A satisfied look crossed his face when the trembles in my body were too easy to notice. He dropped my chin, standing up to his full height, before walking towards his bed.
Despite my heart beating loudly in my chest or my hands shaking uncontrollably, I couldn't help the fact that I don't get to say anything. If he wanted to take my life, the hell with him, his threats don't - it does - scare me. If he wanted to kill me he would have done it a long time ago. Overcoming the trembles in my body I opened my mouth.
"To be quite honest," I began, eyeing his huge muscular form. He turned towards me and narrowed his eyes as if saying 'dude did I not just threaten you to silence?', "Your threats don't really scare me. If you did want to kill me you would have done it a long time ago. If you did want to kill me you would have done it back in my apartment without putting up such a fight with Collin. The reason you're not killing me is quite simple."
"And what is that?" He crossed his muscular arms across his broad chest.
"Fear," I replied. "You may win whatever "game" you have with the "witches"." I used air quotations for the words, 'game' and 'witches', both equally sounding ridiculous to me. "But you also fear that succeeding in your game might cost you something much more than you think. Sure you'll win, but there is always a prize."
"And what do you think the prize is?"
I shrugged, "I don't know, you tell me. Seven hundred years and you seem like a loner or a sadist. Maybe both."
He smiled nastily, "Such pretty words. I see why Collin kept you despite you being a bug-in-the-cup. I'm touched." A humourless laugh came out his lips before his cold icy blue ice met mine.
His voice heavy with venom and anger, "You stupid human, I fear no one. No. One. I do as I wish, and whenever I wish. I want something, I get it. If you think I still kept you alive just because I fear something, then you're clearly wrong. I kept you alive because you've intrigued me. I love good challenges and finding out what more tricks you have up your sleeve. It will be a pleasure of mine to rip off your head along with the same sleeve. Now if you don't behave like a good girl and keep that sharp tongue of yours stuck in your mouth, you'd be more annoying than intriguing. And I have zero tolerance for annoyance. I can snap you like this." He held up his thumb and index finger, slamming the tips of his fingers together as if squashing a fly. "So you really, really, have to watch your mouth, 'kay?"
I glared at him for as long as he could see.
When he turned around, satisfied with his words, that's when I let the fear tremble my body.
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There we have it! The first time he threatens her. And let me tell you, he does A LOT of threatening. But will out Ezlynn ever listen?
My chapter word count ranges from 500 words to 7,000. So don't be surprised if you see a chapter too short or a chapter too long.
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Date: 8 July 2021