Fate in circles

CHAPTER FOUR

After Christie was thrown into the dungeon and the remark from one of the pack members, Damien couldn't get past her as the thoughts of her rummaged through his thoughts.

“Urgggh!!!” he groaned frustratedly.

One of the guards runs in.

“King…,” his head bowed, waiting for instructions.

Damien sizes him up and decides whether to turn him away or send him, but his urges get the better of him.

“Go to the dungeon, Marcus, and get her.”

Marcus’s head shot up, his eyes laced with confusion.

“The Lady from the Crimson’s pack, King?”

“Is there anyone else there?” Damien retorted, hating that his decision was being questioned.

“Yes, King. There is Na…” Marcus began but was cut rudely by Damien.

“Would you get out of here and go get the girl from the Crimson pack?”

“Yes king,” and with that he hurried off.

Christie was brought in.

She looked around the room, scared and confused. What's she doing here? The room was beautiful, she observed. Really beautiful. She was starting to wonder who was sitting there when Damien’s voice interrupted her train of thought.

“You can go!” he ordered.

Christie turned hurriedly to leave.

“Not you, Omega!”

She paused in her stride. She was too scared to move, so she stood as she was, backing him.

“Instead of staying in the dungeon…” he began moving towards her. “I could move your room next to mine.” he ran a finger gently through her shoulder blade down her back. “You can't be weak in every area, yeah? You should be strong enough to give me an heir.” he spun her sharply, facing him.

“Strip!”

Christie shouldered.

“I said strip!” Damien orders as he goes to bed to sit.

At 20, Christie was a virgin. She painfully took off her clothes. She with Damien, watching her like a hawk ready to catch a chick.

“Come over here”, he patted the space behind him. She moved awkwardly towards him, and before she could even sit on the space he created, he pulled her towards him and onto the bed, stood to take off his briefs.

She gasped when she saw how big his member was. She was still trying to get ready for the pain when he climbed back on the bed, spreading her legs and sliding into her. It was over before it even started.

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Christie’s POV

“The king’s slut” someone said as Christie passed by the kitchen to the room. She had gone for her morning run. Things haven’t been the same since Damien moved her from the dungeon to his room. It has become common knowledge that Christie was his bed piece and she hasn't been able to hear the last of it. Everyone has made it a habit to taunt her with it.

“Isn't she the omega from the Crimson pack that warms the king’s bed every night?” another asked and a wave of laughter followed.

I tried to think about Father and Abigail and what they would possibly be doing. It pains me that I am the one who is sold out. I mean; why do they have to sell anyone off by the way?

“Hy sweetie”

I could recognize that voice any time of the day. I turned around to see Anna walking down the passage with a basket of fruits towards me. She had her smile - that smile that calms me and somehow takes away my troubles momentarily - on.

“Hi Anna…,” I gave her a tiny smile while waiting for her to catch up.

“You okay sweetie?” her brows furrowed, a small frown creasing her forehead

I nodded.

“You sure?” she was peering down at me, her concern very evident in her voice.

I nodded again.

“Come…” she said, tucking the basket of fruit under her arm and grabbing me by another.

“Anna…” I protested weakly. Whatever is the rush? I wonder “You are going to hurt me,” I said teasing as I allowed her to drag me into the room.

“No; I won't,” she laughed.

She pushed my door open with her foot and dragged me in. Placing her basket of fruit on the small dresser in my room, she moves backward, observing me.

“Do I think you look different, sweetie?”

I rolled my eyeballs.

“I always look different when it comes to Anna,” I chuckled. “I am tired Anna, can I just shower, eat, and sleep?”

“You are…?” she started and then she gasped “You are…” clasping her hands on her breasts.

“I am what??” I was feeling amused by her reaction then I started feeling lightheaded. I stretched my hands in front of me trying to grasp something. Anna led me gently to the bed mouthing “You are pregnant, sweetie” repeatedly. She left to get milk and the last thing I remembered was drinking milk and laying on the bed.

I woke up with a migraine. Everywhere was pitch dark in the room. I didn't know I had slept for this long. I wondered why Damien hadn't come in to wake me up. And then I remember Anna. Anna has been in the pack for the longest and had catered for Damien and his father before him. She is a very loyal maid and somehow the arrogant Damien listens to her. She probably had told him I was sick and just then I recalled what had happened earlier.

“Ah!!!” I gasped out of fright. Anna’s “You are pregnant” reverberated in my head.

I can not be pregnant here. Despite my raging migraine, I stood up. Going to the window, I scanned the building. I need to leave but I ain't about to get caught 'cause that's more punishment for me.

I ran through the long passage, my bare feet pattering quietly on the cold floor and through the opening and out of the big steel gate. I wonder where the guards are. Not even on guard on site.

I ran through the night, the cold air biting my skin and making my hair fly wildly around me.

“Stop there!!” a voice said from the bushes just when I thought I was in the clear.

The hairs at the back of my head stood.

“Hey, you!!”

I was beginning to hear heavy footsteps. They didn't seem like they were running but they didn't seem like they were walking either. The footsteps were urgent and they were getting closer.

I turned behind me to look but all I could see were shadows. A lot of shadows. There are rogues. I have heard a lot about rogues not falling into their hands. As I ran I prayed to the moon goddess.

If not for anything, this little one in my tummy.

I sighted a cave and ran towards it, all the while repeating my prayer point. I was almost at the opening of a cave when I hit a rock particle and missed a step. I fell but not on the hard rocks but on a masculine body that smelled of Lavender and early morning peaches.

I was supposed to be scared but I wasn't. Lucy who has been sleeping still, stood and wagged her tail a little in gentle excitement. She did this a few times and went back to lying still.

“I am sure you know you are dead meat,” his gruff voice said roughly as he threw me over his shoulders and began to walk inside the cave.