She's Human but Alpha Wants Her Back.

Chapter Six

Rea's POV

Go on, Rea." His whisper was slow. Cold. Like he had the whole time in the world to himself, and he intended to use it for talking alone. "Get dressed; they're here already." He sat back, one leg draped over the other—a posture so commanding and kingly, he seemed to be enjoying every moment of panic and helplessness I felt.

Those eyes, cold, turbulent, and intense, drilled into mine, and I'd stopped searching them for warmth, for pity, for anything, or a negotiation maybe. I stopped because there was nothing to find.

As I dared not to meet his menacing gaze anymore, my eyes quickly fled his, tears escaping before I could stop it, streaking my cheeks and tumbling onto my clothes, leaving small darkened dots of wetness stained on my clothes.

Then came the knock—strong knuckles against the mahogany wooden door, reverberating through the hush of the room. And then, the sound of chains followed, another sound, something else, a sound lighter than the former, maybe handcuffs or probably keys, followed.

My hands trembled as I quickly drew my pullover over my head to cover my naked body and shoved on my trousers, quick and clumsy, since the men were just a knock away from bursting in.

"You called them." My gaze heavy with a silent blame, lunging towards the door and back at him.

He didn't respond immediately; he just stared at the door, letting the silence stretch till it hurt. Then his gaze returned back to me, voice flat. "You'd be forced out of my sight anytime, human! I'm done telling you to get dressed and piss out."

"You mean... go home?" My words came out stupid as I gave him a clueless look.

"You really think my territory is somewhere you just invade and leave like that?" A cruel chuckle slipped out of him, one that sounded amused in a way that felt threatening at the same time. Then came his gaze again, burning through me. "I'd make sure you learn, just like the other humans." Flat. The unmistakable confidence of someone who knew power already belonged to him, and with that, it was clear my presence no longer deserved the smallest shift of his attention.

Desperation gnawed mercilessly at me, and I pleaded like my life depended on it.

"Please, Damien." I fell to the ground, kneeling immediately.

It was useless.

That wicked glint in his eyes remained, and a smug, wicked grin still stayed on his lips as he watched me. He had probably already decided what to do with me.

"Don't let them take me." I rubbed my palms together in a pleading motion as if that might help make any difference. But truly, that didn't make any difference at all.

The door flung open violently.

When I turned to look at them, my jaw dropped in shock... and... disappointment.

It was over.

I gripped Damien's legs, my cold fingers curling around his hard, taut, warm legs. "My dad needs help. Please." I begged, my words fighting their way through sobs.

He yanked his legs free from my grip. "Seize her!" He ordered.

"No... No... No." I scream. At this point I just knew screaming and acting crazy wouldn't make any difference; Damien's heart was cold and impenetrable. A clear, brutal difference between him and humans, really.

I felt strong hands behind me immediately, pulling my hands forcefully behind the small of my back, hauling me up, and forcing me to stand on my feet.

I blurted out at once, with tears. "I'd do anything, Damien; just don't send me away."

He just sat there, whirling a tiny piece of metal between his fingers slowly, watching those men, his men, treat me like an animal. And that was nothing but mere entertainment to him.

He stood up abruptly; I never saw it coming, almost like he was pissed. It took him just a few unhurried strides to stand inches away from me, his warm breath all over my temples, hands cradling my head and tucking a few stray strands away from my temples as he guided my face up to meet his gaze, a motion stripped of all softness. It was strategic, not gentle. It was deliberate, like he owned it. His hands were firm on my face like iron, yet I smelled so bad from it.

Stupid fool.

My gaze softened despite myself. Vulnerable.

And a stupid, relentless pull that betrayed me as my lips just parted, forgetting how to cry or scream or even beg.

He let the silence stretch for a moment, turbulent eyes ensnaring me.

My gaze trembled while I watched him. They bore the weight of a thousand feelings at once. I fixed my gaze on him helplessly while his palm worked on my face slowly, wiping away a trace of tears sweetly, a gesture that only mocked my restraint.

"You are going to be taught a serious lesson, Rare." He muttered, voice low and velvet, edged with threat in such a way that it could never be mistaken. He came again with the "Rare" bullshit, and this time, I had no right to school him about how to pronounce my name correctly.

The threat he issued and the uncertainty of successfully accomplishing what brought me to his pack became the major source of the tremor that took over my whole body.

"These tears." His finger slid beneath my eyes. "You are going to need it when I begin to break you." He paused, and my breath hitched.

Goosebumps.

All I could hear at this point were my dad's warnings echoing in my head.

"Don't worry." Damien continued. "I'd break you nicely and have you on your knees for more, but for now." He chuckled at the terrified look on my face and cupped my cheeks. "But for now..."

While he spoke, strong hands worked behind me, bonding me so tightly with handcuffs on my hands and chains on my legs.

I watched his eyes and felt utterly defeated, powerless, and undone.

Even now, I couldn't escape the pull of his gaze; they held a dangerous spell, icy and terrifying in one way, mesmerizing in another.

He pulled me flush against himself, and I found my face barely inches away from his taut chest, which was as high as I reached. A shiver slid down my spine, standing before him, my lips a few inches away from his toned chest, my hot nervous breath caressing his bare chest as I exhaled

shakily; for a moment I forgot the situation at hand.

He laughed softly, feeling my pulse race in tremor. "You belong in the prison, Rea. Mine to own."

Shame burned through me—for feeling that way for a man who was incapable of feeling pity for anyone. I slept with him, but that wasn't enough to win him over. He surely had control over lust and over every soul around him. No seduction could bend him. Or maybe mine wasn't enough.

I could feel his piercing eyes on me. I could feel him looking down on me, like he already knew what his entire existence was doing to me.

"Your punishment doubles with those breaths you put on me." He growled. "So get the f**k out of my face."

The instant his words sliced through the air, my breath caught sharply and my gaze flew up instantly to meet his, only to be trapped under his stare.

His eyes stayed dark and unblinking while a knowing grin held steady to his lips, slow and merciless, a smile that never reached his eyes.

He looked like he had noticed everything I felt, the tremor, the pains of being mesmerized by a man who's no different from a beautiful devil, even when he himself put me through a terrible situation, oh, I mean, a situation that existed on its own but got worse with Damien having me sent to his cell.

The guards stood without fuss; rather than haul me out with the same rage they'd stormed in with, they looked like they were enjoying watching me as I stood in Damien's space, breathing on his chest.

They watched. waiting for an order before they hauled me out of his sight for good—hands still

gripped firmly without letting go.

If this was Damien's way of telling me that I'd not be killed but rather kept as a prisoner in his mansion, then my strategy must change.

There might be no leaving his territory, maybe ever, but there had to be a way to come back in his face.