Abandoned by Fate

Chapter4

TRISHA's POV

That voice.

It was the same soft, rich, deep voice I heard in the forest filled with so much dark humor, frightening yet causing excitement in me. Promising so many wicked things. Wicked things I'm not sure that I would want to stop him from doing.

How they sounded so free on his lips and filled with certainty.

“Wicked things you would enjoy being done to you,” a soft voice whispered in my head.

Shocked, I turned around slowly to see who it was behind me.

“ What the…….?” I muttered under my breath.

Sure as hell I wasn't expecting what I was seeing. So, my brain scrambled for a word to use but nothing came up. Then suddenly the word- 'beautiful' popped into my head.

“Beautiful?” I thought to myself.

I've never thought of a man as beautiful, so I don't know why that word is the only one in my head for this man who is leaning languidly on the shelf opposite me with his strong brown hands folded over his chest.

A mocking tilt of his lips.

His dark grey eyes framed with long curly eyelashes, watching me patiently, seeing through me into my soul. Like he was expecting something. The way he looked at me; it felt weird and weirder as he looked at me like he was seeing my insides. Seeing things I don't want him to see.

I wondered and kept wondering.

What sort of man is he?

I am moved by his presence, yet a volt of fear charged through me every time he moves his lips to utter a word.

“His eyes. Oh, those eyes!”

Those beautiful grey eyes were the ones I saw last before passing out in the woods, and now they were watching me again with that same dark amusement. He studied me some more and suddenly turned. That was swift and fun to watch.

“Follow me,” he commanded.

I couldn't refuse. Who would have known my dying self would have the interest of a sadistic lord. We got to his desk, which was mostly empty except a large tome resting on it. He sat facing me and indicated I had to get a seat.

I mimicked him, trying not to show how intimidated and frightened I was.

“I'm Trisha, I'm grateful you helped....”

He raised a hand to cut me off.

How rude, I steamed inside of me.

“Don't thank me yet, I'm no charity,” he said in all seriousness, the amusement on his face earlier totally wiped off. His eyes appeared darker and blank of emotions.

Woo-hoo! My savior is a psychopath.

So reassuring, I thought.

“Do not be misguided little wolf. You are not alive on my account because of any sympathy.”

“Oooh.” Was the only word I could think of.

“We made a deal and I have every intention of calling my boon when I want it,” he said very softly and quietly.

An eerie feeling crawled down my spine.

“We could have been better off dead,” the cynical voice whispered in my head as we stared at the man in front of us who was studying us in return.

No flicker of light in those dark eyes. Silent and mysterious and brimming with so much raw power. I could taste the power off him. It is so obvious I could almost touch it. If there was something I was sure of, that's the fact that I needed him to get my revenge.

Who else could help out if not the big bad wolf himself?

And after that, we, I and my wolf, will run far away from him. We could hide among humans even just to get away.

A dark smile broke out on his face. And he looked cute and evil wearing that smile.

My heart skipped a beat. Did he hear all that I was thinking?

“That's crazy!”

He raised both brows as if he was giving me an answer.

I need that damn book in the library. I need to know more about this wolf I'm in a pact with.

“About our revenge…” the light returned to his eyes as he leaned forward in his seat to rest both hands on the table.

When did this turn into 'our' revenge?

“…your training starts tomorrow,” he said quietly, that dark mirth returning to his eyes.

“Tomorrow?” I squeaked, not able to hold on to how I felt anymore.

“What have you gotten yourself into, Trisha?” I thought to myself.

“Have a problem with that?” He arched a brow.

Yes, you f*cker, I do! My wolf voiced within me.

“No, Lord Loren,” I replied obediently. A far cry from the storm raging in me even as I clenched my hands in anger.

“Good.” He leaned back in his seat, picking up the book I saw earlier on his desk.

I was obviously dismissed by our lord and master Loren himself. I stood up slowly, gradually trying not to drag the chair on the floor and making a lot of noise like every atom in my body wanted to. Obviously, that would put our lord and master in a very bad mood. I scoffed silently.

“You will find Corman waiting outside the door. He knows what to do.”

I nodded, holding in my fire.

I turned to go out.

“Also, I don't like to be kept waiting. I would want that to end today.” He said without looking up from what he was reading.

That voice again. That voice that does nothing but exert fear and dominance in my little head and mind.

It echoed in my head more than as he spoke.

“Okay, Lord Loren.” Lord B*tchy Loren! I completed in my head.

I got to the door and held the knob, feeling more than ready to leave the study.

“I wouldn't advise you to use the word b***h with my name, little Wolf.”

I froze.

Wait? What? How did he…?

“…except you're volunteering to be my bi*tch,” he added.

Oh my God! Don't tell me this psychopath reads minds too!

“Now psychopath does have a nice ring to it, doesn't it?”

My emotions were heightened. Fear played its part and I couldn't even think without thinking of him being in my head already.

He suddenly appeared by my side and turned the knob.