Chapter 6 Greyson

• My body feels like I’ve been run down by a truck and right now, I know that that’s not the issue.
• If forever is really a word in the dictionary, I want it gone.
• I finally open my eyes, it takes some blinking for me to see clearly.
• “You’re awake. I almost thought that you were dead.”
• I grunt, trying to keep my eyes open as long as I can.
• My throat feels dried up as I scan the room, keeping my sights on a male I wish to murder.
• Maybe, the taste of his blood will quench my thirst.
• “Sebastian.”
• He embraces my glare with a smirk. He is crunched by the front of silver bars.
• Oh my goddess, I am in the castle’s prison.
• “I half expected to be tied up in your room, not a cell.”
• He smiles at my statement. In a different occasion, I would have been gushing over how he looks, but right now I can only hate him.
• At least try to.
• “You aren’t tied up.”
• His eyes moves to my ankle. A silver cuff is placed there. I didn’t really feel it before but now, I do.”
• “Oooo, your leg must feel numb, like really numb.”
• “Cut the games, Sebastian. Why am I really here?”
• He exhales, standing to his feet as he holds the silver bars for support.
• I suddenly wish it could hurt him so badly.
• “I am about to send you on a secret mission,” He muses and I try to avoid moving my foot. The silver hurts more than I expected.
• “I could leave now, Sebastian, without a trace. You won’t hear a breeze of me being your mate.”
• He nods and stuffs his hands into his pocket, “I know that but you see, I can’t let you do that.”
• At his statement, I hoist myself up with my arms and hiss when the silver cuff burns my skin.
• He doesn’t look concern. I don’t know if that hurts me or breaks me.
• I don’t really want to think about him.
• I am trying not to be human barbecue, even though I am a werewolf.
• “Why are you doing this, Sebastian. I am your mate.”
• He hits the bars so hard that it frightens me and I don’t know why.
• “I don’t want you, Minerva. I never did, but I do need you. I need you to make my pups”
• I thought for a second there that he wanted to confess his love for me.
• “Wait, so I am just a baby machine? Isn’t that your future wife’s job?”
• I try to ignore the glare he throws at me, “She’s a human. I need a stronger being for the job and you’re a specimen I can’t reject.”
• “What?” Now he sounds like a villain in a story…
• Isn’t this a cliche story.
• Oh goddess, I don’t even know what that means.
• “You hold so much power,” His eyes rake down my body, “And that power will be passed down my legacy, my bloodline.”
• I squint at him, “They don’t have the balls.”
• Frankly, I don’t blame them.
• “I could reject you.”
• His eyes blaze with fury, a fury I can’t understand. He takes steps to me and I forget that I have a leverage of some kind, I’m in bars and he is not.
• “You can’t do that,” His pupils contract as his hands tightly grasp the silver bars. I catch a glimpse of canines. I can already feel his wolf surfacing.
• I know that I shouldn’t feel this way but, his anger is just so hot!
• My once quiet wolf whines in my head when his wolf surfaces back in.
• “You will not regret me as your mate!” The Alpha command he gives to me is too strong, stronger than any Alpha’s command.
• He is the Alpha King after all.
• I nod. I don’t know why but I do and he smiles at me, making me curse the day I met him.
• How could someone destined to be my mate treat me like this.
• The tears urge me to let them fall.
• I don’t let them, I won’t give him the satisfaction of watching me cry, never again.
• “Fuck you.”
• He smirks, “Don’t worry, we’ll get there, though I don’t know if you will enjoy it.”
• I so want to wipe the smirk off his face.
• “Why?’
• He laughs, “If you regret me or I do so, the whole wolf world would feel our bond breaking and I can’t let that happen. The only option is to keep you before I find a solution.”
• “So, she’s going to be your mate, me, while I rot here?”
• “No, you are going to birth my children and she will be my mate and their mother,” He talks like he is saying the news, like it is nothing.
• If he thinks I would give my pups to another woman, he is crazy.
• My wolf bares her teeth in my head.
• Her anger fuels mine.
• “Fuck you.”
• I hope the daggers I am sending actually reaches him.
• “We’ve talked about that, little mate and you wouldn’t like it.”
• I bare my teeth at him in annoyance. He enjoys annoying me.
• “We got a jealous mate here,” He chuckles, “Don’t worry, I might call you for a threesome when I am in the mood.
• I say nothing else as I watch him leave me alone, probably to my death.
• It’s funny how I don’t care. I only care about my wolf right now.
• As she whines in my head, I stroke her fur, assuring her that I will always be here, always.
• She doesn’t need a mate to make her happy.
• She got me.
• She got me right here and I will never betray her.
• From the opposite cell, I hear a distant voice whisper, “What a pretty little thing.”
• I gasp and press my back to the wall, hoping it will protect me. I know it can’t.
• In the process, I move my leg backwards and hiss immediately as I hold it back.
• Damn Silver.
• In the same cell, a figure moves out of the shadows slowly and just like that I start to imagine the most horrible thoughts.
• It turns out to be friendly face, a he.
• “I apologize for the scare. My cellmate is a little bit too open to newcomers.”
• That was his cellmate being open?
• “Oh, okay,” I go back to trying to free my ankle but there’s no use.
• I grunt and hit my fist on the ground, instantly regretting it, “Ow!”
• He moves closer to the bars in his cell, “You should be careful, your highness. You are not yet immune to silver.”
• His eyes dart to my ankle and back to my face.
• “I don’t plan to be,” I mutter, “And please don’t call me that.”
• He nods, “What should I call you then?”
• “By my name…” Before I can talk he cuts in.
• “Minerva.”
• The stare I give to him makes him shrug, “I heard the king saying that.”
• I smile at my own thought, “Almost thought you were assassinate me.”
• “What?”
• I shake my head, “Never mind.”
• I probably seem like a dummy to him.
• “I really am sorry, Minerva.”
• “Yeah, I get it. Your cellmate is probably cucu in the head,” I laugh, “No offense.”
• “None taken, but that’s not what I meant,” He says, “Being rejected must suck.”
• “I would love to embrace rejection and this isn’t it. It’s torture,” I grimace as I crawl closer to the silver bars and rest my back on the wall.
• “Careful there, don’t want the King to be mad when he finds out his mate is handicapped.”
• I snort at his boyish smile, “He would be more glad to know that I can’t escape.”
• In the cell, I watch him shrug at me, “I believe everything happens for a reason.”
• “And I believe that I can fly,” I roll my eyes.
• “If this is my destiny. I don’t want any part of it.”
• He chuckles and points a finger at me, “Be careful what you wish for.”
• I roll my eyes again, “Don’t tell me that you’re a jinn.”
• “What if I am?’
• “You have to prove it first,” I look around, “Hold the silver bars and let us free.”
• A smirk forms on his lips and he stands on his feet, sharing intensely at the bars as his fingers twitch.
• “Okay, I can’t do it,” He sits back on the ground and blows out a playful breath, “I am not a jinn.”
• “Almost thought I would have to get used to sniffing your dead corpse, the smell of urine and blood here is enough to make me vomit.”
• “You missed the smell of vomit, and these are something I don’t want you to get used to, at all. You should be worshiped in the highest mountain.”
• “Flattery is not going to get you anywhere..”
• “Greyson,” A soft smile is placed on his lips, “My name is Greyson.”
• I nod tiredly, “Any last name?”
• “I prefer to go by just Greyson.”
• “Okay just Greyson. I hope your mate is not a meat sack like mine.”
• He sends me a sad smile, “I really want you to be alright.”
• “But the goddess knows whats best for me. I learnt that saying at an early stage of my life,” I got nothing else to do than to start playing with my fingers.
• “All wolves do, Minerva,” He tries to assure me with a real smile, “Don’t worry you’ll be alright.”
• I hear a loud rattle and I groan, clutching my ears, until the loud ringing stops.
• “Quiet down!”
• Greyson chuckles at the stern voice, “Sorry about that, Paul. I was just welcoming the newcomer.”
• “Welcome her more silently.”
• “Sure will. Goodnight.”
• I hear a grunt in response, and when the place turns silent. I turn to Greyson.
• “How many years have you been here?”
• He shrugs, “Five, six? I lost count.”
• His calmness on the subject surprises me.
• ”What did you do, Greyson.”
• The emotions in my voice wipes away his smile.
• “That’s for another day. Go to sleep, Minerva.”
• “Goodnight,” I guess.
• I hear him mutter something in the dark, his voice laced with emotions, I can’t pinpoint.
• “Goodbye guys.”
• I can bet that I heard a few responses, “Goodnight Greyson.”