Chapter 9 9

Chapter 9

Tessa's POV

A few days had passed since I was dragged over to Zane's pack. After I regained consciousness that night, he arranged a room for me, and then I hadn't heard much from him after.

It's a small room with a single bed, a few pieces of furniture, and a small bathroom. There were not many decorations in it. In fact, it looked dull, just a little bit better than the ones for omegas. It's very clean, to the point that there's not even a single dust speck to be seen in any nooks.

But still, opening my eyes every morning in this room, which was a whole lot better than the basement Eric and Paige threw me into, was already something to be thankful for.

Suddenly, loud knocks on the door jolted me.

"Breakfast is here!" One of the guards situated outside my door shouted.

Hastily, I jumped from my bed and ran toward the door. After all, they didn't like waiting.

The door opened, and a bulky and scary man showed up there, making me subconsciously back away.

"Here!" He harshly pushed me the tray of food, which hit my abdomen. I coughed, holding the sides of the tray and stopping it from further pushing me.

With narrow eyes, he warned, "Make sure to finish that."

I nodded as I usually did, but an invisible amount of courage suddenly peaked in me because as soon as he was about to close the door, I stopped it with my foot and looked straight into him, demanding, "I want to see your Alpha."

The two guards looked at me like I'd grown two heads before they cracked into a series of laughter.

Heads leaning on me, he spoke with his bad breath fanning in me. "Dream on!"

Tapping my head with his finger, he reminded me, "Remember, you're a slave here. Not a fucking guest!"

Then, he slammed the door in my face.

Sighing, I walked back to the bed and started eating. At first, I wouldn't eat anything they gave me for fear that it was poisoned, but over time, I got over it.

There was absolutely zero chance of escape.

Every entrance was covered by a guard. The windows on the ground floor were barred so tightly that I could barely pass my hands between the iron rods. The only unbarred windows were high up, ensuring that I'd break my neck if I attempted it.

Outside, tall outposts that stood up to thirty feet in the air had snipers who steadily swept the surroundings for any unauthorized personnel trying to sneak in or out. It was well and truly impossible.

The helplessness of the situation had started to dawn on me, and it was awful.

One bite after another, I scowl.

All I wanted was to see their Alpha. I wanted to know what he wanted from me. Why did he bring me to this room, and where were the other captives like me?

It's been days. Not that I'm disappointed or anything, I'm happy even. But for some reason, aside from the temporary mark he gave me, he did nothing more.

Due to that, I'd like to think that he didn't want to make me his sex slave, which was the only thing I could be thankful for. I'd rather be a maid or a slave rather than face that kind of self-humiliation.

"Agh!" Finally frustrated, I grabbed the bowl of soup and threw it, letting it shutter in the ground with its contents scattering on the ground.

"What are you doing there?" The guards outside pounded on the door, shouting at the top of their lungs.

But I couldn't care less. I was tired of waiting, and I needed to see Zane right now. With that thought in mind, I kept trashing things around the room.

"Enough!"

I smiled, panting, as I faced the man whose authority was radiating all over the room.

He slowly approached me with blazing eyes, stopping just as when our faces were centimeters apart.

"What do you think you're doing? Do you want to die now?" he asked. And in a swift motion, a long and sharp shard from the floor was sent flying to his hand after he maneuvered it with his feet.

My heart pounded on my chest, and my feet involuntarily stepped back, intimidated by his presence. And the fact that there's a shard pressed on my neck.

He pulled me closer by my waist, giving me no escape from his deadly weapon.

"I..." My breathing was shallow, and a knot suddenly seemed to have formed in my throat. "I want to leave... I've been idling around so much in here that I think I'll go crazy if I get caged in this room much longer."

I was breathing so fast that I was close to having a heart attack, but all I could do was freeze on my feet and stare at his sharp and captivating face.

Damn! How could this monster be so hot?

His eyes narrowed, and raising his hand, he pinched my chin. "Can you pay the price of–"

Before he could lay on the table his conditions and threats, someone beat him into torturing me.

My body lunged forward...

"The fuck!" he shouted in shock, totally wide eyes, as he pulled the shard he was holding as it scratched on my neck. Any delay would have cut my throat.

Stepping backward, he watched me as I curled to the floor with my hand on my chest, crying and screaming in indescribable pain.

He's doing it again... Eric's on it again...

"Make it go away!" I shouted.

As if waking up from a trance, Zane threw the shard in his hand and kneeled beside me. "Is it happening again?"

"No, it's not, Captain Obvious." I'm not sure if it's the pain from the torturing bond punishment or the frustration of being captive, but at that moment, I felt like I had all the courage to defy.

Zane scooped me up into his arms and carried me to bed.

He placed his palms on the mattress, both arms caging me in between. His upper body was now above me, and his face was so close to mine.

"Get off! W-what the hell are you doing?" I manage to sneak in between gasps of pain.

A mischievous smirk formed on his lips. "Pleasuring a damsel in distress." With that, he leaned it, sending shivers down my spine and waves of currents that rushed through my soul... Replacing my pain with sweet pleasure.