Chapter 2 (Dragged to the ancient ruthless vampire king)

The eternal blinding light hit my face, making me groan and shift, but underneath me felt so cold and rough. My whole body ached, and I felt weak. My head was spinning.

It took me a moment to blink, open my eyes, and stare around in confusion. Where am I? That was the first question that penetrated my thoughts. My drowsy eyes glanced around, and the heavy iron bars came into view. I looked down at my legs to find them chained.

The sight was enough to have events of the Moonlight Festival flood back into my head. And tears dug into my eyes immediately. I didn't want to read meaning into the smiles on Malicia's face or the coldness in Roberto's eyes. Or even the way Luna Lupa had pulled Sophia back from saving me.

I get that Malicia never liked me even the woman I called my mother, Luna Lupa... She never failed to rub her disteate toward me but that doesn't mean that they intentionally left me there right?

They are my family, right?

I sobbed, hugging my knees as more tears rushed out. I can't fucking be trapped in here. Next two weeks is my eighteenth birthday and the coronation of Roberto as the Alpha in his pack, Black Moon.

He's the son of the late Alpha Malo and Luna Chiara. Just like him, many other pack Alphas and members also came to join in the celebration of the Moonlight Festival since it's being held in our own pack this year.

We might not be mates, but he had promised to accept me as his chosen mate. He's the only one that actually cares for me in that fucking hell apart from Sophia and Maggie, the chief omega.

Although I couldn't deny the way he cares for Malicia. Again, I pushed the thoughts away.

I didn't want to read any meaning into that. Alpha Riccardo, my father, has told me not to think about that.

To him, Malicia is younger and needs all the protection in this awful world. My eighteenth birthday is next two weeks when hers is the next upper week after mine.

So which younger? Just a few days different.

"Where is she?"

The voice from outside the cell cut me off my thoughts. And chills ran down my body.

"In there." Another voice replied, and the next thing, I heard the sound of an opening lock, then followed by the opening of the door.

I looked up and gasped as I saw the same man from yesterday. The same messy brown hair guy, and now I could fucking get to see his full appearance.

His eyes still had those frightening glints in them, but he still looked handsome with his pale and flawless skin. He was clad in a long, flowy blue cloak.

I could have admired him if not for the fact that he's our enemy. He stopped at the entrance of the cell, and his sharp gaze ran over me.

Flipping his finger in the air, three hefty men walked in.

"Take her to the throne room. The king wants to see her."

WTF? He can't possibly be talking about King Vincenzo Salvatore Esposito?

"Is there another vampire king?" My instinct taunted me, and my palms turned cold.

As if he read my thoughts, he gave me a cold smirk. And my eyes widened, fear gripping my heart tight.

I have heard different tales about him, and believe me, none was close to anything good.

"Now!" He snapped, his facial muscles tightening in a grip.

The hefty men strode in and roughly dragged me up.

"Let me the fuck alone!!" I yelled, struggling, but I was no match for them.

My strength was none to them, not when I haven't gotten my wolf yet. But that still doesn't stop me from yelling and shouting.

They can't fucking drag me to that vicious king like a worthless rag doll.

"Trust me. You all are going to regret every bit of this!"

"Oh." The messy brown hair guy smirked, tauntingly, earning a sharp glare from me.

"And we can't wait." He flashed me a wicked smile before his face hardened. "Now, move her!"

Despite my struggle, I was dragged into where I don't know, but one thing, it's where their fuck-up king was waiting for me.

I haven't seen him, but I heard he's the wrong person to mess with. Someone that has the mind to boldly kill his father at the tender age of fourteen-how ruthless and cruel could he be?

Before I knew it, the door was pushed open, and the next thing, my knees were pushed to the ground with two of the men's hands on my shoulder, pinning me down.

I had my head lowered, afraid to gaze into that bloodsucker monster's face.

"Here, she is. My king." The third person from those men said with a bow.

I was shaking inside. My heart beating so fast. There was a dead silence, enough to make the air feel thick with tension.

Then I heard someone walk in, the door closing behind me, yet I couldn't bring my head up to take in the intruder.

"What's your name?" A deep, cold voice cut through the air like a sharp sword, authoritative, and I felt a chill down my bones.

I don't need to be told who the heck he was.

"Is she mute?" He sounded irritated after I didn't respond. One of the men immediately grabbed a handful of my hair, dragging my head up to meet his gaze.

I winced at the sharp pain that shot all over my scalp. But the moment my gaze fell on the man sprawled on the golden-decorated couch, my breathing stopped.

He looked like a god himself, like he wasn't of this world. His piercing green eyes seemed hypnotic. I gulped, my gaze sweeping over his face-chiseled features, sharp cheekbones, and a strong jawline that made him almost unreal.

His dark, sleek long black hair was perfectly styled, highlighting his pale skin and sharp pointed nose. My eyes lingered on his full, inviting lips that were pressed in a tight cold line, and heat rushed to my cheeks.

I flushed, embarrassed. How could I be drawn to a bloodthirsty monster? I mentally chastised myself. I fucking have a fiancé!

"Name!" He repeated again, and I almost flinched. His aura was so strong. Frightening.

And without daring to maintain eye contact, my trembled mouth moved before I could stop it. "A.... Alessia."

He didn't say anything. All I got in reply was a deafening silence. Slowly, I nervously peeped my eye up to find those green eyes shut.

For some odd reason, my heart dropped. I really wanted to look into those eyes once again.

"Fuck it. Snap out of this, Alessia. He's a monster!!" I scolded myself, grimacing in shame at my thoughts.

His eyes immediately snapped open as if he heard my thoughts, and this time I flinched at the coldness in them. The lines in his forehead were folded in slits, anger and disgust flickering in those eyes.

He looked pissed off. I wanted to crawl away, but those rough hands on my shoulder were tight, holding me back. So in the end, I had to remain still despite how my heart was drumming fast and hard.

He stood up, taking a calculative step forward, and my breathing hitched. He's not fucking gonna slit off my throat, right?