Saved By The Hidden Alpha King

Him

CHAPTER 7

ADRIANNA’S POV

The small sack that covered my face was pulled off by him. The bodyguard. He was the one that pushed that door that sent me crashing on the floor open, injuring me in the process. But he also licked the wound as ordered by that Alpha King that bought me, his boss, which grossed me out.

That Alpha Nolan was so disgusting. How could he command anyone to do such a thing?

As I tried to regain my lost breath, I stared down at myself and realized my once naked body was covered with a black coat. Looking back at him, I realized it was his coat.

“Hey…” He murmured softly with a somewhat nervous smile on his face, looking like he had more to say but was restricted by something. Maybe fear or guilt. I couldn’t tell exactly.

What’s his deal? There was something about him, something about the way his intense amber eyes lingered at me that I couldn’t place. Why would he hurt me but still act like he cared? Why would he pull off this sack that covered my head even after his colleague warned him not to because of what his boss will do? What was he getting at?

I don’t think I have ever met anyone like him. He had an intimidating presence, an imposing physique like a Viking which was enough to send chills down anyone’s spine. Not to mention the faded scars that cut across his ruggedly handsome face, making him appear even more dangerous. Yet, beneath all that toughness was a strange softness in his gaze—something almost… human. Almost kind.

“No…no…no…” I repeated in my head, trying to snap out of whatever spell he had me in.

I can’t let my guard down. I can’t fall for their tricks again. He might seem all gentle but I’ve learned the hard way the gentle ones are often the most dangerous ones. As long as he worked for those filthy bastards then he was no different from them. The only reason he was staring at me like that was because he was desiring my body. He was seeing my body as an tool he could draw pleasure from like every one of them.

The last time one of Hermes’s guards looked at me that way, Hermes gouged out his eyeballs from his skull and castrated him right in front of me.

Dread filled me as that gruesome scene evaded my thoughts. I squeezed my eyes shut, my body shuddering with disgust.

On reopening them, fear suddenly enveloped me as I stared at him and the strange but luxurious interiors of the car. His colleague at the driver’s seat kept staring at me intently through the rear view mirror with those hooded hawk-like eyes of his, in a way that made me extremely uncomfortable and self conscious.

Every nerve in my body snapped to high alert. Suddenly, I felt claustrophobic, overcome by the desperate need to get out of this car. To get away from them. To get away from these all.

The bodyguard, noticing my reaction, brought his hands forward to calm me as though I was a wild animal he didn’t want to startle further, coming closer with that reassuring look on his face I knew was probably fake.

“Don’t come close to me…” I spat at him, terrified as I couldn’t steady my erratic breaths. “Get away from me… You and your bosses are all monsters and liars! I don’t want anything to do with you!”

His colleague in front caught our attention by breathing out loudly as though he was disappointed and fed up.

“I told you,” he facepalmed. “Whatever it is you’re trying to do with her won’t work. Just give it up. You’re only going to put yourself in trouble.”

The bodyguard didn’t reply to him. He turned his focus on me again, still trying to calm and reassure me. “Adrianna please calm down…”

“Adrianna?…” My eyes widened in shock, my mouth falling open. “How did you know my name?”

He glanced away, squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his jaw tightly in frustration.

I’d never met him before so how in the world did he know my name. Paranoia clawed at the edges of my sanity, tearing my thoughts apart one at a time. Maybe he had been stalking me. There might be a chance he helped Hera set me up with that strange man I found in my bed this morning so all this could happen. Who should I be afraid of more now, him or his boss?

Clumsily, l hurried towards the car door. I tried to open it but it wasn’t budging probably because it was automatically locked.

Not knowing what else to do, I began pounding on the glass window with the back of my elbow. But it caused no damage at all. Pain shot through my elbow, making it seem like I have been hitting iron instead of glass all these while.

“Please calm down, you’re only going to hurt yourself,” he pleaded with me but it fell on deaf ears as I cradled the back of my elbow, holding back my winces.

His colleague was smirking amusingly as he watched my futile effort, seeming like he was enjoying this.

“The boss is really going to have his hands full with this one,” he said. “He hates it when his pets are the fighting type. I hope you don’t die tonight. It’ll be a shame for a pretty, expensive pet like you to die so early.”

“Shut the f**k up Kane!” Amber eyes growled at him.

“What?” He c****d a brow as he shot him a stern look. “I’m telling her the truth. It’s better she knows what she’s up for before dying than die without knowing at all.”

The bodyguard muttered some curse words under his breath and rolled his eyes away from him, returning them to me.

Kane’s words sent a cold wave of fear crashing against me. I froze as if ice had replaced the blood in my veins, feeling a terrible tenseness in my body.

No doubt what he said was true. I had witnessed first hand how brutal, devilish and inhuman his boss was.

That meant I wasn’t the first slave he’d bought. There were several other girls before me he had bought and murdered. Is that what he does when he no longer needs them? Kill them off like chickens?

Goodness… Fear gripped me so tight I couldn’t breathe, panic welling up in my chest. I’m only 21. My life shouldn’t have to end like this. I have so much left to live for. I don’t want to die as someone else’s possession. I don’t want to die without making Hermes pay for everything he did to me, for putting me up for this. And more than anything, I don’t want to die without knowing what it means to be truly loved by someone who sees me as human… someone who doesn’t see my body only as a tool for pleasure.

There were so many things I haven’t done. So many things I’m yet to experience. Why did my father have to sell me off like that? Why did the universe have to be so cruel to me? What did I ever do to deserve this kind of life?

My heart clenched painfully and I felt a terrible ache inside in my chest. Tears stung my eyes and grazed my cheeks, my misery so excruciating it felt like physical pain.

“You just have to calm down,” I heard his sympathetic voice. “If you keep up with that attitude you displayed earlier, he’s only going to hurt you more. And we both know you don’t want that. You’ve been through a lot already. I’m also putting myself at risk doing what I just did so please…”

“The boss is here,” his colleague announced, interrupting him as he started the car.

I wanted to turn my head and look through the window but he quickly reached out, pulled the gag up to cover my mouth and the sack over my face as my vision turned black.

“I’m sorry Adrianna but I have to do this,” he apologized in a tone that showed he didn’t want to do it but had no choice.

Gently, he took my hands and began tying them. I didn’t resist. I didn’t know why.