CHAPTER 4
1530 Words
Eira POV
Humming in satisfaction, I rolled to the other side of the soft bed. Ahh, I can't recall the last time I slept this peacefully and comfortably.
The bed was so comfy, different from the one I slept on at home. Home, home! Where was I?
I snapped my eyes open and was greeted by a beautiful ceiling that caused me to wonder some more if I was in the hotel that I had left last night.
“Last night!” I yelled as I jumped up on the bed. Last night, some people pulled me into a car; I'm not sure who, but I slept off immediately after.
Where am I? If I'm being kidnapped, why am I not in the slumps tied to a chair? Instead, I was on a bed so comfy and in a room so nice that I could stare all day. My eyes moved from the left to the right as I admired where I was before I tried to escape.
Just as my eyes moved to the right, my breath hitched. I didn't know whether to freeze or scream as my eyes came into contact with a very fine man. He was seated on a couch with his legs crossed and a glass of whiskey in his hands as he watched my every move.
The headache I had been feeling resurfaced immediately, and I immediately rushed down from the bed, ready to jolt out of the room.
“Calm down, Eira,” he instructed me informally, as he knew me before.
Who is this man? Who is this fine, good-looking, sexy man in front of me?
“I won't hurt you,” he added. There was something about his voice that was so melodious that my heartbeat increased as I continued to inwardly praise him for being so gorgeous.
“Who… who are you?” I asked when I saw him stand, making me snap out of my thoughts.
“You'll know, I'll tell you, but you have to first sit down and take this soup. It will help with your hangover.”
I could sense that under his kind demeanor was a tough man that could easily fling me up and take me to that bed, so I obediently walked over to the bed quietly.
He handed me the soup, and I began to drink it slowly. He went to grab the dressing chair and drag it to where I sat on the bed. He sat on it and began to watch me drink the soup with keen eyes.
Really? Really? He was doing this right now. Does he want me to be shocked?
This is no different from the god of thunder sitting beside me and watching me eat. This handsomeness is too much for one person to bear! Again, the moon goddess is cheating me.
“My name is Darius, Lycan Darius Thorne.”
His voice was calm, but that's the exact opposite of my heartbeat. I choked on the soup and began to cough loudly. He reached for the bottle of water by the bedstool and opened the cap before giving it to me. I quickly took it and drank it.
Fuck!
‘The same Alpha that sent the men who bailed you out!’ My wolf announced the already obvious situation.
'Like, I don't know!’ I spat out through gritted teeth at my wolf.
‘You’re on your own’ I heard her say, and she suddenly went silent. I felt blank, and I knew she had shut herself away.
‘Coward’ I hissed.
Tears rolled down my eyes due to the cough, and he raised my face by my chin and wiped off my tears, causing me to gulp when my eyes met his.
“You were the one... the one who bailed me?” I asked, my heart in my hands.
“Yes. I was' he replied before adding, “Stop panicking; I can hear your heart beating so loud and fast here. Don't die on me." The soft tone with which he used to voice out the last statement caused my heart to somersault in my chest.
“Why... what do you want?” I asked again. He didn't only bail me; he had sent his guards to bring me to him, and I had clearly dismissed them, saying it was impossible. I refused the Alpha King of the whole Northern region.
And to think that he just introduced himself as a Lycan—I'm dead, gone, and buried. He'll kill me. There is no way I am escaping being used as a sacrifice today.
He walked away from me and made his way to the drawer beside the dressing table. Was he going to get a knife?
My heartbeat increased, then I heard him say,
"No, be afraid, Eira; you might die of high blood pressure,” he said in a low tone. And it dawned on me that he could hear my heartbeat from where he stood. Lycan! A Lycan! Blessed werewolves with speed, incredible hearing abilities, and some special gifts that I am not so sure of.
“I'm… I'm fine,” I murmured when he got to me, so he handed over a piece of paper and a pen to me. He ordered,
“Sign it”
I looked from him to the paper in my hand, and a deep frown formed on my face as I wondered why he would give me something like that. Anger ran from the tips of my fingers to my toes before I threw the paper away.
"What is the meaning of—”
“So it's true,” he whispered. I c****d my head in confusion, wondering what he was talking about.
“You're the one—the one who is immune to mind control,” he hummed. His eyes twinkled like he had just found a new pet he would really enjoy.
I didn't understand a single thing, so I stared at him, confused. What does he mean by I am the one? And who said I was immune to mind control?
Not wanting to get more confused, I said to him,
“Can you please let me go? I have nothing to offer you. Sorry, I defiled your orders and sent the guards away. Sorry for whatever it is that I did to you, but can you please set me free and let me go?” I asked.
All this while I was talking, he had gone to get the paper I had thrown on the floor in anger. He walked back to where I was and handed it over to me again.
“Sign it, Eira.”
“You want me to marry you?” I asked in shock. Is this man okay? He is a god, very handsome, powerful, and feared; there is nothing missing, so why does he want a marriage contract with a mere omega who cannot even keep her mate in check?
“Yes. Sign the contract, Eira. It's for your benefit,” he mentioned before adding,
“You'll be able to get revenge on all those who caused you pain. Kieran, Elara, Luna Greer, the policemen that mocked you, the receptionist, and even the press.”
My eyes widened. How did he know all of them? Every single one that had hurt me—how did he get to know all of them?
“Who are you?” I asked, stupefied.
“I am Lycan Darius Thorne, Alpha King of the whole Northern region.” He answered without complaint.
This man is powerful! Thinking about it now, I know there is something he wants. There has to be. He can't want a mere omega to marry him; it's not possible. And to top the cake up with a cherry, I am an orphan!
“Mr. Alpha Lycan King, with due respect, do you know what you are saying?” I asked. I paused; even though I had added with respect, I still sounded rude. So I don't get cornered and choked to death, I quickly said,
“I mean, how can you want a lowlife omega to marry a very powerful omega?" It doesn't even sound right.”
“I decide what is right and wrong,” he replied with a straight face.
“But… but… Luna Greer said marriage is give-and-take. What do I have to give to you? My only property was my bag, which I can't even find." My eyes unconsciously searched the room for it, but I couldn't find it.
My gaze went back to him, which never left mine. He was waiting for me to sign it. I lowered my head and quickly signed it. Not knowing if it was to my death or victory. I could indeed use this against Kieran and his fans.
“Good. You're a good girl,” he patted my head like I was his cat or pet dog.
“Now, I'll make sure that you have the power to put those people who have hurt you under your feet.”
That was good, but...
“What do you want? What do you want in return?”
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