Chapter 2 Sorra Will Not Be Governed

Sorra was pulled off the stage and pushed into High Lord Thayor's carriage so quickly she felt as if she were in a cyclone. Most slaves would have been afraid to have been bought by a man such as Alpha Thayor; after all, his reputation preceded him. He was known for his extreme cruelty ever since he had been returned from the Ottoman Empire.

Twenty years ago, the Ottomans were feared to extend their empire North to British land, however Thayor's father, High Lord Alpha Thusi had made an arrangement of good faith to prevent an invasion. He had allowed his eldest son and heir to grow up in the Ottoman Empire and to learn of their culture. Thayor had been abused, raped, and tortured along with other heirs of other realms. The vampire Vladimir of Transylvania had only been a few years older than Thayor, and the whole of Europe had heard of what he did to his own people. What Thayor's father had never supposed was that the Ottomans would turn his son into a monster. The Greyfang clan were the oldest family of werewolves in England giving them heightened powers in comparison to other werewolves.

The Ottomans took this as a challenge to discover the most excruciating forms of torture. Once Thayor turned eighteen and was returned to Britain, rumors of his insanity spread like wildfire. High Lord Thusi was so pained at what his son had become that he suffered a heart attack, dying not long afterward. Thayor took power before he even turned nineteen. Sorra didn't know the extent, for she had secrets of her own and hadn't lived in England for very long. Thayor had noted her raspy accent hearing her speak and couldn't help wondering where his lovely Luna was from.

No one dare look an Alpha in the eye, let alone the High Lord Alpha, yet Sorra glared fearlessly at her new master.

"You are very beautiful. What is your name, mate?" he asked, flashing his teeth in a smile.

"I am Sorra." Thayor waited a moment for her to say more.

When he realized she wasn't going to, he said, "Dear Sorra, you don't need to be hostile towards me. I am not your enemy. You will be at my side as my High Lady and Luna. Can't we get to know one another before you decide to hate me?"

Sorra breathed slowly. With great determination, she looked deeply into his onyx eyes and leaned forward, "No one decides my fate but me. I am not governed by the moon goddess, the laws of this land, and I am especially not governed by you." she spat.

She sat back calmly and rested her head against the window looking out dreamily as if she hadn't just insulted the most powerful werewolf in the country. Thayor's wolf almost whined at her harsh words and urged Thayor to do anything to make his mate return his affection. Thayor's pride won out though.

"Saying you are not governed doesn't make it so." he said softly yet dangerously.

Sorra said nothing.