Mate by contract (would he choose me over his mate?)

Chapter3

Chapter 3

I had on a loose flowing gown, long sleeve. The up part of the dress was fitted then from the waist region part flowed. A black light velvet dress my hair poured behind me.

Cheryl was in my arms, I had gone to see her after Damien showed me to the room. It was our third day in this pack. A light knock came on the door outside.

“Come in” I called in.

The door opened to a handsome stranger. Brown beautiful hair pale blue eyes. He offered us a smile and trotted into the room.

“I’m Luke, beta of the Black Wooden pack” he introduced himself. I stood up and greeted him. “I’ve heard so much about you from alpha Jude” he said.

I hid the scornful look that was threatening to reveal itself at the mention of my uncle. I smiled instead.

“I know you must miss your family but don’t worry too much, because they’re looking out for you and are watching you here also.” He paused then resumed “you’re not alone here okay” he said reassuringly.

He was nice and comforting.

“Maybe you should incolgate in Damien such manners” I told him warmly.

He got my intention and let out a laugh “oh you’ve met the devil” he said knowingly.

“Believe me, I think he is worst” I said.

“Well he’s still my alpha and I shall not speak ill of him” he said with a wink. “That reminds me, breakfast is ready” he told me.

I and Cheryl walked downstairs. I sight the alpha and his beta on the table. Guards stood erect by the side watching. As I and Cheryl approached the table one of the guards moved and pulled out a seat for us. I’m not used to this type of treatment, yes they respected me in my pack, but that was only because I was already a prize to be offered to Damien. The alpha and the Luna saw to it that I was perfect in every way possible. It has been going on for months.

Life before the contract was hell, with my parents gone in a battlefield I was nothing in the pack house. It was horrible, I didn’t want to get into that memory. After my parents death, I was told about the contract on their funeral day.

But the fact was, this was the first time in a long time I was eating with people. It had always been me alone in my room eating and being watched by Hannah, an elderly lady who saw to it that I was nothing but perfect.

Our presence did not go acknowledged by Damien, he sat across from me and chewed his food slowly. I take my knife and cut down on the steak in my presence. The place was quiet, there was no difference eating here than in my room.

“What do I need to do alpha, I’ve been here for three days and no task has been given to me,” I said breaking the silence swallowing down my food.

He didn’t raise his head when he said “that’s because there’s no task assigned to you.”

“Oh I’m sure there is, I’m very capable…”

I’m interrupted “there are tasks available but they are not for you” he said.

“Why not!” My voice rising to the edge.

He paused on his food and stared at me “because you are not a slave nor my pack member” he said with a stern voice.

“Wait so I’m nothing??” I questioned angrily.

“I’m surprised it took you that long to realize” he said and continued in his food.

“I don’t care who you are but you don’t get to tell me who the f**k I am!!” My voice raised, barely controlling my anger.

The place fell silent, my breathing was the only noise, the guards stared at me and from my side vision, I could see fear in Cheryl’s eyes.

“If you’re so stressed out of being someone? How about a slave!!” He added

I slammed my palm flat on the table, the cutlery on table clattering among themselves.

“I am not a slave!!” I dragged.

He reached out to the napkin by his side, picked it up and wiped his hand clean, ignoring me. He pushed back his chair and stood up. “I’ve lost appite,” he announced. With that he took the stairs leading up to his room.

I pushed back my chair and marched furiously behind him. He thought it was okay to call me a slave, does he know who I was? Does he!!

His door opened and shut behind him and I immediately followed inside.

“Damien!! Damien! I’m talking to you.”

He was wandering around the room but in a swift motion my back was plastered to the wall behind me. My neck in his hand as he stared furiously at me. He was choking me, my neck was held firmly under his hand. I couldn’t breathe, I desperately clawed at his hand to let go.

“This is my pack and I won’t have such a low life wolf disrespect me!!” He stared at me for an answer, when I didn’t give him any, his hand on me increased.

“Do you understand me!!”

In his strong hold, I managed to nod my head slowly. He let go pushing me aggressively which caused me to hit my head against the door. He crouched before me and lifted my chin up to stare at him. “This is not your home, so I suggest you get acquainted with your position,” he said before he roughly let me go.

Staggering, I got up, holding my neck as I massaged it continuously.

“I may be given to you, but you don’t own me.”

He gave me a cold look. He started towards me and I immediately moved back in fear. When he was close he said, “you have a problem listening to orders right? Don’t worry I’ll make you.”

He pressed the button by the door and it made a ‘click’ sound. He locked me inside here with him. Quickly I turned to the door and pulled at the door handle, I pulled but it won’t open. I turned back to him in anger.

“Let me go Damien,” I said slowly.

He looked down at me. “You, you don’t listen.”

“Why should I listen to you??” I asked deadpan.

“I’ll show you your position here. You desperately want a status right?”

Before I could comprehend it, the door behind me flew open and two hefty men trotted into the room with bold strides. Again, without my knowledge I’m grabbed by the arm. At that moment fear slipped into my eyes.

“What’s going on?!” I asked terrified, my head constantly switching from the guards to Damien.

“You’re about to see your position.” He simply said.

“You’re not going to make me a prisoner are you??” I asked in horror. I wiggle my body as I try to fight free. In my state of struggling, I felt a resounding slap from one of the guards.

The slap sent my head hanging low, I raised my head slowly and glared at him. I lunched at him, but I didn't make it close to him as my movement was restricted. I’m being held back. Another slap followed by the same guard.

“How dare you!!” I roared trying to break free. This seemed to piss Damien off and he has his hand on my neck again choking me.

“You will listen to me.” He stretched his words.

A knock came at the door followed by a voice. “Damien let her go, don’t do this,” that was his beta. His words are accompanied by sobs which I could only assume to be Cheryl’s.

He played deaf to his beta. The sting from the slap was reducing but it had already drawn blood from my mouth. I spat out the blood on the floor. From my peripheral vision, I saw the same guard raise his hand, but it hangs in the air. This guard should just pray that I don’t get him, I’ll kill him with my bare hands.

“Take her away,” I suddenly heard Damien say. I snapped my head at his words and stared at him, trying to comprehend his words.

“What does that mean!!” No answer. “what does that mean, Damien!!”

The door is opened, and I’m being dragged away. “Damien!! Damien.” He does not reply.

“You are going to the dungeon,” he announced when I was halfway down the hall. Fear overwhelmed me by this knowledge. Dungeon?!