THE FATED ALPHA'S CAPTIVE

CHAPTER SIX

LYRA

We walked down a narrow hallway and I couldn't stop the uneasy feeling clawed at me

I glanced up at Elera's back,my skin crawling. Was it her or was it this whole place making my senses go haywire

I kept my head down as we walked, trying to calm my racing throughts. I had to focus. I had to figure out where i was and how to get out. There had to be a way out.

"What is this place?" I demanded, breaking the silence that hung between us ever since we left the room.

"You'll see soon enough" She replied curtly. "But I'd be more concerned about keeping your attitude in check. He doesn't take kindly to defiance "

I swallowed past a lump that formed in my throat

We rounded another corner, and I caught a glimpse of a few people in the distance, their backs to us. They were speaking quietly, their conversation cutting off the moment they noticed me. One of them turned, eyes lingering on me just a little too long before they moved on. I shivered and quickly averted my gaze

It was then I realized,this isn't just a big mansion,it seems like a area,a community on its own.

I could hear my own breathing quicken as we reached the end of the hallway. A sleek metal door stood there and somehow I became terrified.

Was a door supposed to hold so much horror?

My heart pounded in my chest as Elera pressed her hand against a button and with a soft hum,the door slid open.

And there, waiting on the other side, was him.

Inside, the room was bathed in soft, golden light. It felt warmer than the cold halls we’d just passed through.

My eyes were immediately drawn to him—leaning against the large, mahogany desk at the center of the room.

The man with the piercing green eyes.

He didn’t speak at first, simply watching me as Elera closed the door behind us. It then hit me that I'm alone with me.

His gaze was and for a moment, I felt like I couldn’t move—like my body was betraying me under the weight of his stare.

"Sit." The command was simple, his voice smooth but with an edge that left no room for disobedience. My feet shuffled toward the chair in front of his desk before I even realized I was moving.

I sat down stiffly, every muscle in my body tensed.

He crossed his arms, the muscles in his forearms flexing under the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt. There was something undeniably dangerous about him, something that made my skin prickle with a mix of fear and… something else.

He looked so calm, so composed, but the aura he exuded made it clear he was dangerous

“Did you get a nice rest?” He asked as he spewed a glass of water into a cup

“Where am I?” I managed to ask, though my voice sounded smaller than I intended.

“You shouldn't disregard my question for another” He said curtly,his green eyes locking with mine again.

“I don't even know who you are” I managed,my voice strained.

“Why am I here? What do you want with me?”

He smirked at that, stopping directly in front of me. His green eyes darkened, filled with something far more dangerous than simple amusement.

“You brought me here against my will,that's kidnapping. What do you want from me? Ransom? You should put a call to my parents. They can afford it. Just don't..”

He cut me off with a simple glare and I gulped down. He pushed himself off the desk and slowly circled around me, his movements graceful, like he had all the time in the world. The way he moved, the way he carried himself—it was like he was used to being in control, used to people following his orders without question.

He stopped in front of me, and I could feel the heat of his presence. My breath hitched in my throat, every instinct screaming at me to move, to run—but where?

He handed the cup of water over to me,I wanted to resist but his deadly glare was enough to make me collect without questions and I was thirsty.

I emptied the water in a gulp and surprisingly, it was crisp and cool and somehow the most refreshing glass of water I’ve ever had.

Before I could speak again, the door behind us opened again, and Elera stepped back in, carrying a tray of food. She set it down on the desk without a word, her eyes flicking briefly to me, then back to the man. And for some moment,I wished she'd just stay here but that was only a mere wish as she turned on her heels and left the room

“Eat,” he ordered, nodding toward the tray.

I stared at the tray, my stomach knotting with a mix of fear and hunger.

“So you think I'm just going to eat this?”

“Eat Lyra!”

His voice was louder and I flinched. I felt my lips clasped close as I held the rim of my dress. I have to leave this place.

I doubt I could survive one more second in this place and the best was to either wake up from this dream– it it was a dream or to take a peep around the house for an escape route and flee.

“Well” He cleared his throat. “Don’t dare think about fleeing. No matter how much you try,you can't hide from me Lyra. And right,the patrol unit had been informed to hunt down a ‘weird looking lady dresses in black’ ”

“What the actual f**k” I mouthed, letting out a gasp.

Did he..?

Did he just read my mind?

“Sort of. Now eat”

I heard him muttered

My pulse quickened as his words settled in. He could read my mind? How was that even possible? I tried to keep my face blank, but panic was rising fast. Who the hell was this man, and what kind of place was I trapped in?

I looked down at the tray of food again, my stomach flipping.

With trembling hands, I picked up a piece of bread and took a small bite, hoping it would satisfy him enough to get me through this moment. The bread was dry and tasteless, but I forced it down, aware of his gaze burning into me.

“Good” he said, his voice softer now, but no less commanding.

Strength for what? I wanted to ask, but I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer. Instead, I remained silent, chewing mechanically, my mind racing with questions. What kind of nightmare had I stumbled into? And how could I possibly escape from someone who could read my every thought?

When I finished eating, he stepped back slightly, his arms crossed over his chest as if he were satisfied. And then comes it again,the same feeling I felt when I first saw him,my eyes got heavier and suddenly felt drowsy. What has he done to me again?

I looked up.

And just before the dizziness pulled me under. I thought he was handsome

Handsome in a way that sent chills racing down my spine. Handsome like a predator lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce. He held a dark charisma that silenced screams, one that bent people to his will. Most hauntingly, he embodied the twisted beauty of an angel fallen from grace, radiating a magnetic darkness that promised both temptation and terror. He was the wrong kind of temptation—like a brightly colored tree frog that could kill you with a single touch