Mated to a Vampire

Chapter Six

OLIVIA

I was taken aback by the approach of one of the werewolf warriors, who advanced toward me and presented a bottle of deer blood. Initially, a surge of nervousness gripped me due to the evident hostility in the werewolf’s gaze. Yet, as the scent of deer blood hovered to me, a profound sense of hunger overcame my fear.

The warrior werewolf dropped the bottle before me, accompanied by a scornful scoff, and uttered, “I’m at a loss as to why the Alpha is permitting your existence, to the extent that we’ve had to go hunting for deer on your behalf. There must be a reason.”

My gaze lowered as I blinked, acknowledging the truth of the warrior’s statement. It truly was perplexing – why was the Alpha allowing me to live? It's unexpected.

Without giving the warrior any answer, I reached for the bottle, mumbling a subdued ‘thank you’ under my breath, which I suspected the warrior detected given their heightened senses.

His narrowed eyes lingered on me for a moment before he turned and departed, leaving me once again in confinement.

I let out a sigh of relief as I promptly sated my hunger, since I was already feeling like I was going to die of hunger.

Following that, I yielded to sleep, only to awaken in an unknown environment. The surroundings appeared unfamiliar, likely due to the pervasive brightness and the blurry nature of everything.

“Where am I?” I inquired, my attention anchored to a single point.

As I shifted my gaze ahead, I was taken aback to find Alex standing right before me, wearing that very same enigmatic smile. I had often pondered the reasons behind his faint smile, given that I had never actually witnessed such an expression in real life; he didn’t strike me as someone given to smiling.

I returned his smile while gazing at his face, though something about his grin felt off. The emotions behind it eluded me, setting it apart from his other smiles.

In an instant, I blinked and found myself awake, within the familiar confines of my new cell. A sigh escaped as I sat up, the dream being the only thought occupying my mind.

Why does he keep appearing in my dreams?

My head turned towards the cell bars at the sound of approaching footsteps, accompanied by a scent I knew too well. It was him: Alexander Walker, the Alpha.

His cerulean blue eyes met mine, carrying a hint of curiosity. Despite the comfort he brought, a trace of fear still lingered within me.

He advanced, his expression inscrutable. "This new cell must be a lot better than your previous one, I assume," he remarked with a hint of pride, his lips curving into a smug sneer.

I averted my gaze from him, a glimmer of sadness evident in my eyes. "It's all the same as long as I remain imprisoned," I said, my gaze returning to him with a plea. "Could you not release me? If my death isn't your intention, then why do you insist on keeping me here?"

"Who's to say I have no intention of ending your life?" he interjected abruptly, his expression turning cold.

My eyes blinked as they locked onto his. "Then what purpose does my captivity serve?"

"I have my reasons," he replied, pausing briefly before inquiring, "So, enlighten me, who are you?"

A nervous gulp escaped me as I replied, realizing that we hadn't exchanged proper introductions. "I am Olivia Harris, the only daughter of Harold Harris, the leader of the Sun Shade clan."

He squinted at me while positioning himself in front of me. “Harold Harris? You claim to be his daughter? I’m fairly certain that that fu¢king bastard has no child, let alone a daughter.”

“Well, he does. I am his daughter. He concealed my existence; I'm an abomination to him,” I explained, lowering my gaze with a tinge of sadness in response to my own words.

“Because you're impervious to human blood?” he questioned, his voice carrying a hint of disbelief. “Is that the reason he’s chosen to imprison you?”

I sighed, irritation creeping in as his questions continued. “These questions, if I answer them, are you gonna let me go? They won’t serve any purpose—”

In a sudden movement, he crouched down, causing my words to halt as we found ourselves eye to eye. His hand grazed my cheek gently, our locked gaze unbroken. A peculiar sensation stirred in my stomach as I maintained my stare.

“Olivia Harris, I won’t be setting you free,” he declared, straightening up. “Because you now belong to me.”

My brow furrowed in confusion, wondering what he meant by that as I looked up at him. “P-please. I've explained things to you already, so you should understand my plight. I didn’t intend to trespass into your territory; I was merely attempting to escape. Please have mercy and let me go.” I begged him.

He was quiet as he looked down at me, then he spoke, “I don't give mercies, especially to a vampire. I should have had your head so consider yourself fortunate you're still breathing.”

As he turned to leave, I asked, “Then why am I still breathing?”

He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at me. “You should just be grateful —”

“Can I ask you a question?”

He seemed taken aback cause his brow creased at my sudden question and interruption. Hopefully, he doesn't decide to have my head now.

I mean, who questions their captor? Particularly one as ruthless as Alexander Walker. Am I digging my grave?

My gaze dropped apprehensively, half-expecting to maybe strangle me or walk away. To my surprise, his deep inhale preceded his unexpected words, “Go ahead, ask.”

Taken aback, I met his gaze with astonishment. “Oh,” I uttered, blinking at the unforeseen response. “Um, alright then. Do you ever have dreams involving me?” I queried.

His brows furrowed as he blinked back, clearly taken aback. “What?”

Studying his expression closely, I narrowed my eyes. His evident confusion answered my question without words. He wasn’t dreaming about me.

I swallowed, quickly adding, “Forget it. No big deal. Absolutely nothing. You can go. You’re undoubtedly occupied with your responsibilities— Alpha Alexander Walker.”

He nodded, his perplexed gaze lingering momentarily before he turned and walked away.