Page 21 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
Enraged, I squirm enough to sink my teeth into his thigh.He only laughs at my foolish rebellion, gripping my hair.“A slow learner, are we?”he snarls, flinging me onto the bed so hard I nearly topple off.
I scramble to my feet, every instinct urging me to fight, to escape the prison he’s made for me.I make a desperate dash for the door, my freedom nearly within reach, when Dion’s iron grip pulls me back, hurling me back onto the bed.His fingers make quick work tearing apart the flimsy fabric of my dress, peeling them off me as if they’re nothing more than a bothersome barrier.
Panic swells in my chest.Before I can recover, he pins me down, reaching over to the side of the bed to produce chains I hadn’t noticed before.I widen my eyes in terror, and I twist and turn wildly, my fear of confinement overwhelming me.But Dion ignores my pleas, chaining me to the bed before standing back to take in the sight.
“One way or another, you’ll learn,” he assures me, his tone chilling.
I thrash violently, trying to shake off the bindings.The sense of being confined and trapped suffocates me.
“Dion, please,” I beg, “Don’t do this.”My pleas seem to amuse him, a cruel smirk escapes him as he leans down; he palms my breast, making me cry out when he squeezes harshly.
“You should’ve considered the consequences of your little tantrum, Emery.”I swallow back any retort I could have come up with.
“Sleep now, little wolf.When we meet next, hopefully, you will know your place.”
The door slams behind him, enveloping the room in silence.I tug futilely at my restraints, panic blooming in my chest.Not again.
A strangled scream tears from my throat as the memories overwhelm me.The musty closet, my sister’s frightened sobs in the darkness.The hours we huddled there, waiting to be released from our prison.
The walls seem to tilt and spin, Dion’s face melts into my father’s cruel sneer.I struggle against the bonds, choking on hysterical cries.Someone help me, please!I can’t breathe, I can’t–
The night drags on, my cries and pleas for release are mostly ignored.The guard outside responds with nothing morethan threats and curses, his patience wearing thin.The mention of Dion, of the Alpha, does nothing to quell my panic.Dion has left me here for hours, bound to the bed, wrists, and ankles secured to the posts with thick leather cuffs and heavy chains that give me mere inches to move.
The guard pounds on the door, shouting at me to be silent.I hardly hear him over the rushing in my ears, the walls closing in, and the dark suffocating me–
Halfway through the hellish night, the door creaks open, and Dion steps inside with an aura of dark satisfaction.“It appears our dear guard has had enough of your screaming.Perhaps we should continue where we left off?”His voice, dark and chilling, promises nothing but torment.
He prowls toward me, the menacing grace of his movements stirring a renewed sense of dread.However, when he stops next to me, his eyes run the length of me, heaving of my chest, as I try to breathe.His eyes soften, and his brows furrow; there’s an underlying hint of gentleness, a contradictory softness, as he sits beside me.
“You’re scared of me?”he questions.I am terrified of him, but more scared of the chain and cuffs that bind me.I try to speak, but it comes out a hiccuped sob, a gasping jumble of words.“You’re really claustrophobic, aren’t you?
“Why the screams, Emery?”His question rips through the silence, laced with deceptive calm.“Why are you terrified of confinement?”
I swallow hard, staring at the chains lying deceptively on the stone floor.Dion watches me with an intensity that’s unnerving.
“What is it, Emery?”he probes.“Why does the thought of confinement scare you?”
I hesitate, but something about his gaze compels me to answer.“It’s not just a thought,” I confess, my voice barely above a whisper.“It’s a… a memory.”
His eyes narrow, and I feel his grip on my wrist tighten.“A memory?”he echoes, a dangerous edge to his voice.
I nod.“My father… He would lock me and my sister in the closet whenever we tried to leave the pack house.”
Dion’s reaction is immediate.His face hardens, his eyes flashing with anger that’s as fierce as it is unexpected.“He locked you in a closet?”he demands, the quiet fury in his voice chilling me to the bone.
I nod again, unable to meet his gaze.“He said it wasn’t safe outside,” I mumble.“That we weren’t allowed to leave.”
“But you were allowed out,” Dion retorts.“You attended the mating ceremony.”
My laugh is bitter and hollow.“Out of obligation,” I correct him.“He let Trinity go, too.It’s the law—we had to attend.”
“So, you never actually left the house?”
“We did,” I admit, my voice small.“But only to visit my grandmother.She was always arguing with my mother.She thought it was cruel to keep us locked away… that we should be allowed to play with other kids our age.”
“So you never went to school, either?”
I shake my head.
