I diverted my gaze to my white converse and started to fidget with my fingers out of anxiousness. His gaze stayed on my face for what felt like an eternity.
Finally, he looked away and cleared his throat gaining my attention to his blue orbs, when he was about to say something. Tyra interrupted him with an innocent look.
“Can I choose her punishment, please,” Tyra’s sickly sweet voice made my blood to boil. I dug my nails into my palm to calm myself.
He hesitated a bit but finally agreed to her. She smirked at me with an evil glint like she was planning to murder me.
“Look, you’ll be serving food for the rogues in the dungeon as a punishment.” She ordered me. I threw daggers at her direction with my burning brown orbs.
“Tyra! It is not safe,” Alexander voiced out immediately but he composed his emotions. His orbs glinted with worry and concern, maybe I imagined that part. He was the reason, why I was here as a maid.
“Are you worried about her, Alex?” she looked up at his face, challenging. His nose flared with annoyance.
“Why should I be?” he snapped, “Catherine, you’ll do this as your punishment for trying to escape from here.” He told me with a straight face.
I reluctantly agreed to her punishment. How bad it could be serving food for criminals? Not life-threatening situation, right?
I took the tray filled with some not so edible food, the tray contains five bowls. A maid guided me to the entrance of their so-called dungeon.
I thanked her and made my way into it. The whole place smelled horrible like blood, piss, puke and other things I didn’t dare to think of.
A chill ran down my spine, I began to shake like a leaf. I never visited such kind of place. My dad was a businessman and my mom owned a designing boutique in New York. I was pampered with care and love while growing. I never visited such a horrendous place like this.
There were some guards, guarding the entrance of this dungeon. I slowly made my way to cell number 32. I saw five gigantic men, they looked so rugged and hard, their gaze snapped at me with an intense look. They gave me a creepy vibe.
I began to shook like a leaf, “I…I…bought some…food,” I stuttered and opened their prison clumsily.
Their tooth was yellow and their skin was tattered with many scars and some fresh wounds, “Human…interesting! And that too, a beautiful girl,” they smiled at me with a sinister look. I placed the tray near the entrance and began to close the door but a foot stopped me from closing the door.
“Where do you think you are going, huh?” the guy with hazel eyes asked me. Out of fright, I tried to run away from that place without locking their cell but he grasped my wrist in his iron grip.
“What are you doing, leave me,” I tried to yank my wrist away from him that made him furious and his grip on me tightened. I could feel like my bones were being crushed. My eyes swelled with tears, I twisted my arm in a failed attempt to get away from his grasp. The pain was so much to bear.
“You pathetic human, how dare you to demand me!” he yelled near my face which caused some guards to run near the cell. I saw Alexander and Tyra among them.
Alexander punched the thug square on his face which made the guy stumble down. As soon as he left my wrist I landed on my butt. Alexander straddled his torso and punched him repeatedly. My palm was red and I couldn’t move it without hurting myself. I tried hard not to cry in front of them but I can’t control the sob that escaped from my mouth. I was shocked to my core to move.
“Execute the other four and keep this one alive for interrogation!” he yelled the guards in his commanding tone. His eyes were glowing golden. His wolf took control over him.
“Alex…” Tyra started but one glare from Alexander made her shut her mouth up.
He scooped me in his arms and made his way to his bedroom, his jaw was clenched. My senses were evaded by his warmth and intoxicating cologne. I felt home, I didn’t know why he was acting possessive and protective over me all of a sudden.
Damn! Didn’t my stomach do a flip flop?
He placed me gently on his bed. He went to his bathroom and returned with a first aid kid. He kneeled in front of me and applied for some medicines on my wrist and palm. I noticed his knuckles were bleeding.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t let you into the dungeon,” He apologized with sincerity evident in his blue orbs. My jaw dropped to the floor in shock. What happened to the arrogant asshole who betrayed me?
I opened my mouth but closed it at lose of words, so I just nodded at him. He wrapped my hand with a bandage.
“Your knuckles are bleeding,” I pointed out softly,
“It’s nothing, it’ll heal fast within an hour,” he told me. I could see his mouth slightly turning upward in a smile which made my stomach to erupt with butterflies.
Damn this man for having control over me!