Zyon: The Alpha Of The North

Chapter Eleven

Great. My wolf chooses now- when the entire fight is over to stir. And of course, she chooses to wake up only around Zyon. It's as if my wolf holds no regards for my feelings. All she cares about is Zyon. My wolf just feels like a part of my old self- the self that only ever cared about Zyon. She doesn't stay conscious very long though- probably not strong enough. She goes dormant soon enough.

I try talking to Michael but he doesn't respond. I try wiggling out of the ropes but it's to no avail. So I let my thoughts drift off as I fight to stay awake. There's not really much I can do but think. My thoughts drift off to Zyon, the anger I saw in his eyes before I ran out of the packhouse. I wonder how angry he would be, if he ever found out how long I had known. Oh, he'd probably kill me. I resolved to never tell him how long I knew. But I had to find a way to convince him to take another, so I could return back to Daniel, to my life.

I wondered if my pack members would come for me. Probably not. Mates were sacred, and by hiding from him, I had taken away from this sacred bond. I had tainted it. They probably saw me as wrong. Besides, no one would go up against the Alpha of the North anyways. The Alpha of the North finally knew I was his mate. Finally. After all those years of wanting him to know, he finally knew. But now that he did, I didn't know I felt about it. Thinking about the way he acknowledged me as his mate sent a shiver of thrill up my spine. Thrill? Why was I thrilled? I think it was my body just reacting to the mate bond, or that a part of my self finally got the acknowledgment it was seeking for years.

I couldn't be Luna to the Alpha of the North. I had my own life, and if today, proved anything, Zyon wanted complete ownership of me. He wanted a submissive, passive little, mate and I was anything but that. But the thrill that I felt made me think that perhaps I just wanted a good fuck out of him. Not that I would ever acknowledge how turned on I felt around him. His body was now more toned, defined and tan than when we were sixteen, his four pack had transitioned to a six pack. He was completely irresistible. As turned on as I was at the sight of him, I would never cross boundaries. I had to stay true to Daniel. I needed to convince Zyon to take another, however this could only come after I acknowledged the mate bond directly to Zyon and this was not something I was willing to do just yet. Probably because, deep down I'm scared of how real it becomes when I say it out loud, all those years of yearning for him will become real, especially if I say it directly to him. There had to be a way out of this.

As my thoughts droned on, I fell asleep without realizing it.

When I woke up, I was tied to a chair. I don't know how many hours it had been. My legs were bound, each separately to a leg of the wooden chair. My waist had a rope going round it, to the back of the chair and my arms were behind my back. Goddess, my neck felt stiff. The room was cold. I was barefoot, still in the olive green dress. There was sunlight streaming in through a small window, but other than that the room was empty. It was white, completely white. No furniture. Just me, in the middle of a room on a chair. So I do the only rational thing I can think off, I start yelling and screaming. Not anything in particular, just screaming at the top of my lungs.

The door is pushed open and Zyon strolls in. Clad in black pants, and a black, full sleeved tucked in shirt. His hair slicked back. His hazel eyes on me. The minute I see him: "Alpha, what is this? Untie me right the fuck now before you regret it."

He begins to smirk, walks up to me, puts a hand through my hair and pulls back harshly. My mouth instantly opens to scream and he stuffs a piece of cloth into my mouth. He massages my head and lets go. He, then squats down so he's at eye-level with me. "You've got quite a mouth on you. That isn't going to work."

I try to mumble out something but its to no avail. He places his hands on my knee and slowly begins to move his hands up, higher and higher up my thigh. My breath hitches, I can barely think straight. All I feel is the sparks going up my legs, and how good it feels. My eyes follow his hand. When he starts going higher than my liking, I snap out of the trance I'm in and look right at him. His hazel eyes are already on my face. He's smug, probably enjoying my breath hitch. I instantly begin to struggle in my chair.