Most wanted Luna.

Pawn to Prisoner

Stacy's POV

At that point, I was wondering if Ronan was some sort of god, as I had been brought to his pack, and his home even, but I was yet to catch a glimpse of what her looked like.

It was awkward every be driven to that place without catching a glance of the man that I was to spend the rest of my life with.

His men had brought me to some strange room which was about twice the size of mine. They didn't tell me whether it had been Ronan's room or mine, and that kept me from getting comfortable in it.

My phone buzzed, and I knew it was Finn. There was no way I was ever talking to that moron. The thought of the fact that I had ever been in love with him, at some point, irked me beyond words.

At that point, the feelings of pain and heartache were replaced by outright annoyance.

Several knocks on the door drafted me from my thoughts of Finn and his stupid affair with Laura. I was sure that it couldn't be Ronan, as I was sure he wouldn't be knocking in his mansion.

In a few moments, I was soon staring at one of the blondest women I had ever seen. Her hair was almost glowing like pure gold. She had a beautiful face, which had a frown on it.

“Hello…” I muttered, trying to be polite. “Who are—”

“Who are you?” she inquired angrily.

“I just got here,” I replied, wondering why she was so angry at me. “You could tell me who you are. I'm—”

“Oh… I see,” she cut in again before I could introduce myself. “You're the new werewolf seed space who Ronan picked.”

“s*x slave? Excuse me…” I was utterly lost. “But I am to be married to—”

She interrupted me for the third time, but that time with a burst of loud and annoying laughter. And I wasn't liking any of it.

“To think that the alpha is going to actually get married to a filthy wolf like you. You must be delusional to think you would become Luna…” She was too into her laughter to articulate her words any further.

“Anna?” I heard a deep authoritative voice which made the naughty blonde standing in front of me come to an abrupt halt in her laughter.

“Oh… Ronan…” she suddenly began to stutter nervously.

I grew nervous, as well, at the sound of his name. My mind was running wild with anticipation, as I looked forward to what Ronan's physical appearance would be like.

“What are you doing here?” his footsteps echoed powerfully throughout the corridor, as he walked towards her. “I made it clear that I didn't want to have you around here anymore.”

“I'm sorry, Ronan,” she said humbly. “I just came to say hello to our new guest from the Blue Crescent Pack.” She put on a smile which was obviously fake, as she glanced in my direction. I couldn't help but hate her even more.

“How did you even get in here?” he seemed to loathe her presence with everything in him. “Why are you bothering my guest?”

She was quiet for a few moments, as she seemed to be cooking the perfect reply, which still wasn't going to work on him. “Ronan, I just came to say hi—”

“And I told you it's not Ronan anymore,” he cut her short yet again.

“I'm sorry, Alpha,” she apologized with embarrassment evident in her tone.

“Leave,” he ordered in the sternest tone I had ever heard. He sounded like one who detested repeating himself twice.

“This isn't over…” Anna muttered to me before she hurriedly took her leave. I was almost pitying her, as her head hung low in shame and embarrassment.

I held my breath, as I waited for Ronan's figure to emerge. Soon enough, I got weak in the knees, staring him in the eyes, as I hadn't seen anything enchanting as he was.

His height was just right, along with a muscular build, which I could see bulging from underneath the black T-shirt he had on. His short black hair suited his face perfectly. The thick eyebrows made his face look somewhat serious.

“Hello…” I finally managed to break the deafening silence that had built up as I had been staring at him for the past couple of moments. He seemed to be getting lost in my eyes as well.

He breathed in deeply, as though trying to catch my scent. “You don't have a wolf, do you?”

I was quivering in fright, as I thought of how he had figured it out so easily. For a moment, I felt naked before him, as he peered at me with those judging brown eyes.

“Do you?” he asked harshly, reminding me again that I hadn't given him a reply. He was irritated greatly by my silence.

“I don't…” there was no way I could lie to him, as he seemed ready to kill at the moment he sensed falsehood. I couldn't help but wonder what my fate would be.

He stood for a moment, without saying a word, just running his eyes through me. Was he sizing me up or what?

Without warning, he took a step toward me, and I nearly tripped and fell backward, as I tried to back away from him. It was a trait weird moment for me, as I wondered what exactly he would gain from freaking me out.

“What's your name?” he asked, not taking his eyes off for a second.

“Stacy…” I muttered fearfully. The terrible things I'd heard about Ronan wouldn't let me be still, as I wondered if I would become the next terrible thing that would happen.

“What a disappointment…” he hissed, as he turned and made for the door. “Your alpha could have done better than giving me the leftovers of his pack.”

“I'm his daughter…” I let out subconsciously and was scared of what my impulsive words were about to bring me.

“Quite an audacious, royal-blooded leftover at that,” he replied, as his hand came on my neck. “Just who do you think you are to talk back at me?”

I could barely breathe, let alone, apologize for my slip of the tongue. It was almost feeling like the end of the road for me. I didn't mind being put out of my misery at that moment. There was no way I could be married to a man who was just a few words away from choking me.

He finally let go of me, after he almost had me going blue.

“You could… return me since we're not married yet.” I massaged my throat while gasping for breath.

He scoffed. “We got married the moment I signed that peace treaty. You are officially mine to keep.”

Those words harder me terrible chills, as it had me feeling like some sort of property that my father had sold off to pay a debt. Could my self-worth get any more wrecked than that?

“Don't you ever think of talking back at me, ever again,” he said, as he made for the door. “The peace treaty cannot be revoked, so I'll just take out my frustration on you.”

“What?” I didn't get what he was saying until he shut the door and locked it. “Let me out… please…” I begged and pleaded, as I knocked continually on the door.

The echo of his footsteps faded, leaving me to my harsh reality. Why did it always have to end so badly for me?