Page 104 of The Breeding Cave
There was no reason to say it aloud. Alvin knew how I felt about him, and it would be a waste of breath to go back and forth with him all night. I needed to find a way out of here even if he did plan on not letting me out of his sight.
I pulled my knees to my chest, the shackles clacking against the hard floor, then averted my glare from Alvin to the orange orbs.
What are those things? I picked one up and rolled it around my hand, letting it burn my skin.
Alvin leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Curious?”
“Yes,” I said. The more information I could get out of him, the better.
“They’re eggs from your mother.”
“Eggs? My mother?”
A low chuckle escaped his disgusting, shit-talking mouth, and he stalked around the room as if he were a god. I inhaled another whiff of smoke and stifled a cough. I didn’t know if I could believe anything he said.
“Luciano didn’t tell you?” He chuckled. “He probably didn’t even know.”
“Didn’t know what?”
Alvin shook his head. “Weren’t you friends with Gideon too?”
“No, Gideon isn’t a friend.”
Lie. I’d had regular conversations with him, and I would have considered him a friend before he started burning me regularly! Still, I didn’t know what I thought about him anymore. Was he a friend or foe?
“Don’t lie to me, Little Mouse,” Alvin murmured, crouching down to my height.
I lifted my gaze to him and glared harder. “Let me out of here. Why are you doing this?”
“I’m doing this because you belong to me, just like your mother did.”
“Stop with the lies,” I snarled. “All everyone does is tell me half-truths. Either tell me everything or go back laughing with all your friends. It’s not like I can escape from here. We’re on a fucking cliff, and you’ve shackled me.”
After giving me another shit-eating grin, Alvin turned away. I wasn’t sure how I had ever liked—never mind loved—him. We had been together for a few years, and he had lied and lied and lied to me about everything.
Now he was my captor.
“If you want the truth, Yeosin, I want you to beg for it.”
“I’m not going to beg you for anything,” I growled.
Before I could say another word, Alvin captured me by my throat, lifted me into the air, and slammed me against the hard wall made of rock. Something in my spine cracked, the sound echoing through the room. I winced and bit my lip hard to hold back a cry. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes.
What the fuck is wrong with him?!
“Beg. Me.”
“No.”
Alvin lengthened one of his nails into a large dragon claw and drew it down my chest. I glared at him and kept my mouth shut. I wasn’t going to beg him for shit. I didn’t need the answers that badly. They wouldn’t be true anyway.
“Beg for it.”
When I refused again, he sank his claw into the skin above my sternum, slicing so deep that I could feel him touch the bone. I bit back another cry, a thin layer of sweat beginning to cover my lower back.
Fuck, this hurts.
He sliced the talon lower and lower until he reached the top of my belly. Something feral inside me snapped, and I remembered the little pup that I was growing inside me. I couldn’t let anything happen to the baby. I would never forgive myself.
