Chapter 112 - 114

Chapter 112: Chapter 114

Chapter 113

"Hi, Luna. I thought you’d have slept by now. This is midnight."

I scoffed, my voice bitter on my tongue yet I let it spill. "I simply couldn’t track the change in time. It’s not as though the sky ever changes here. No sun, and no moon." I snapped, continuing without an ounce of restraint, "and you opened the door more like a hooligan than a noble. I’d have woken up either way."

"Funny you mentioned nobility. You were never one either." He spoke more as an observer than a petty comeback.

"It’s no surprise you cannot recognise nobility. You were raised with scraps and leftovers, Nathan. I know your story, don’t make me remind you of your place."

"As do I know yours."

"Oh, you speak of the name and title I earned by myself."

"Yea, from fucking a rich dick, maybe."

His insults stung, and I’d hate to pretend they didn’t make me wish I could use my powers right now. Have him whopped in the ass. But unfortunately, I couldn’t do that, and neither had I been raised in a manner that taught me how to truly insult. I was always an empath, even towards my enemies.

I turned my head towards the window as I sat up, crossing my legs. Veiling my face from him, my ears caught his footsteps. He approached and settled on the edge of the bed, his weight sinking the mattress beside me.

"Why are you here?"

"I’ve come to check up on you, Luna." He said, clearing his throat afterwards. "Forgive me, my manners have been poor. You’re my guest yet my approach was ill."

"So, you plan to let me go?" I threw the question at him as I turned to face him again.

His index did the talking, waving a "no" at my face before he spoke. His dark chuckle sent chills through the cold air of the winter. "Oh, no. Not that."

"Then what?"

He tilted his head. Then he stood. My eyes followed him, watching carefully as he strode to the southern end of the room where a small wooden bar hung against the wall. He lifted a bottle of wine from it. A fruit wine with a hint of alcohol, I noticed.

He returned with two cups in his hands. Having poured into both, he extended one to me. With hesitation, I accepted it. Or more like he pushed it into my hands, manipulating the blood in my fingers to wrap around the cup.

"Have a drink. I came to you presentable yet you seemed to find me triggering."

Though he was dressed like a royal, he was nothing like a softie. Beyond the classic wear was his hardened face. His eyes were hidden behind a thin, expensive pair of spectacles, and his clothes were a black tunic with a cape trailing down his back, its flare streaming to where his shoes finally had the chance to shine. Their black hue and leather texture blended seamlessly with the outfit.

But I knew the truth. He was still the same madman who had fastened a magic dampener to my neck like I was some puppy he’d just acquired.

"Would you like another?"

Nathan’s eyes shifted to the empty cup in my hand. I had downed the contents in one go. I simply nodded and he poured me another.

"A secret, Alex. I do wish you’ll keep it safe for me." He snickered like a schoolboy, his gaze dropping to the wooden floor as colour crept up his face. "I was so mad when Kai took you from me. I mean, I even got in a fight with him. I was so stupid, don’t you think?"

"More deluded now, truly."

He’d almost laughed but then my words settled and he rolled his eyes. Strangely enough, he shifted closer. His hands rested on my thighs, drawing all sorts of disgusting sensations across my skin.

Yet I measured the rage pooling inside me. He could easily hurt me, and now that his Alpha scent drifted through the air, I allowed myself to think of possibilities.

"I’ve missed you, genuinely. I know after all that I’ve done, I don’t deserve redemption from you, but truly..." His words faded as he drew closer.

Even when I turned away, I felt his breath on my skin. Then the touch. His lips grazed my neck as he released more of his pheromones.

Seeing as I didn’t react differently, he came closer, his hands travelling up my thighs, and then, out of the blue, I pulsed a fragment of my power into my fist before I sent it crushing into his face. His bone crunched under the impact, his jaw shifting, and he whined.

His wincing in pain gave me more satisfaction than I’d felt in these past few days...weeks...however long I’d spent here with this bastard.

But with it came the price of torment. Pain writhed through me and into the bed. Sinking, I collapsed on my back. My fingers curled as though my bones were deforming, and most especially, a striking agony bloomed in my stomach.

I was still recovering, knees curled to my chest, when Nathan wiped blood from his mouth.

"I did tell you, Luna. This is my abode. Do whatever you wish, you won’t get out of that collar." He spat, then finished his drink. "You know the drill. Not only will you feel weak when you attempt to use your powers, but the collar drains your blood and weakens the foetuses in your belly. Unless you wish to risk a miscarriage this close to giving birth, do not try this dirty behaviour again."

He had barely finished boasting when the pain subsided and I pushed myself to my feet, meeting his towering height.

"And I asked, why the fuck are you here?"

He steadied his breathing. "If you wish so much for the truth, then come with me. I’ve got something to show you."

Not a second wasted further, Nathan turned towards the door, and this time, I was the one who hurried to match his steps.