Chapter 3 - The Luna's Cage
The next morning, my parents had a guest. Soldiers filed in like some storm sweeping across the house, their boots echoing on the floor. At first, I didn't think much of it, assuming it was a neighbor's kid playing around.
I padded downstairs in my short pajamas and a light button-up shirt, still half-asleep. My heart nearly stopped when I saw him. Tall. Too tall. Perfectly built. His jawline sharp enough to cut glass, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to look right through me.
The moment his gaze landed on me, something stirred in my chest—a mixture of fear and… heat. He didn't blink, didn't smile. He just stared, assessing me like I was both prey and prize.
My parents welcomed him warmly, offering him a seat and water, oblivious to the storm of emotions I was trying to hide.
"So this is… the girl," he said, his voice husky, smooth, commanding.
My stomach knotted. My parents proceeded to brief him on everything—my age, my skills, my achievements, even complimenting my appearance. I clenched my jaw, frozen, trying to shrink into the background.
Then he looked at me again. His eyes tracing my neck as if looking for the right spot to mark, his eyes traced further, stopping on my chest, at my hard nipples poking my shirt from the cold.
The intensity of his gaze made my pulse spike. He raised a single eyebrow, signaling for me to come closer. I refused, rooted to the spot, until his voice carried the weight of command—powerful, inescapable. My legs obeyed, moving on their own, until I stopped just in front of him.
His eyes appraised me fully, and I felt the heat of his attention prickling my skin. I wanted to look away, to flee, but I couldn't. His presence demanded compliance, respect—even fear.
Before I could react further, he pulled me into his lap and placed his hand on my thigh, I pushed against him as he frowned at my disobedience. He squeezed my ass, kneading the soft flesh. I gasped, pushed him away, and stood up, slapping him across the face.
His soldiers sprang into action grabbing me tightly and holding me back.
He stood up, tall and towering over me. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my hands trembling. He grabbed my jaw almost breaking it as I yelped in pain, my hands trembling. He leaned down just enough to meet my eyes, his voice low and dangerous:
"Listen here bitch. I am your Alpha. You will respect me. And will never in your miserable life disobey me. Do you understand?"
My body froze. My mind screamed, No, this isn't fair!. I shook my head quickly, defeated, tears welling up. I stumbled backward, fleeing upstairs.
My parents' voices called after me, full of disappointment, but I ignored them. My room became a sanctuary of chaos—I threw clothes and papers across the floor, my heart hammering in my chest.
Alpha Lucian Draven… my fate was sealed. A monster in human form, commanding my life, my body, my very freedom.
And yet, a tiny spark of curiosity burned deep within me, whether I wanted it or not.
TO BE CONTINUED
Author's note 🎉
Alpha Lucian is ruthless, bold, and dangerous—but you know you're going to love the tension! Don't forget to drop your thoughts!