Zyon: The Alpha Of The North

Chapter Nineteen

I'm already aware that if Zyon caught me this time, it wouldn't be pretty. I don't think I was fully ready for his anger though. When his face is two inches close to me, is when I truly see the anger behind those hazel eyes. He hasn't enjoyed the chase and he definitely isn't enjoying my defiance any longer.

"I think I was too nice to you the first time round. Or maybe you just didn't fully understand when I said I don't appreciate your defiance. It would have been cute when we were eighteen. But we're much older. You've been hiding from me for years and now you've run from me twice. I am not taking this lightly Katherine. You've only angered me and understand this fully, when I say this, you aren't going like the consequences of your actions." He whispers into my ear. Then I feel him inject something into my arm. My head gets a little dizzy, and I feel myself beginning to black out.

"Did you just drug me? You.. I.. I'm so dizzy. What have you done? Let me go." With that, I pass out.

The effects of being drugged on a wolf less body are quite extreme. When I regain consciousness, my head still feels heavy and my body just feels tired. I slowly take in my surroundings. I'm back in Zyon's room. That means I have been unconscious for several hours. The journey back to his pack was long. I wonder how many times he drugged me to keep me unconscious. I try to use my hands to lift up my body, but find that I can't move them. I've been handcuffed to his bed.

I'm starting to regain my consciousness and thought process, as well as a little bit of energy. I tug at my arms, but I just hear the rattling of chains. My arms are above my head, handcuffed essentially leaving my body immobile except for my legs. I tug at the chains, but it's no use. I can't get out of them. I turn my head to the right and to my surprise I find Zyon sitting there, on the couch, glass of whisky in his hand. He just watches me struggle.

"Let me out. Uncuff me." He ignores my pleas. I tug at the cuffs again, and kick about with my legs, letting out little groans. "Uncuff me, please."

He takes a sip of whisky, places his glass down and stands up. He walks over to me, and pulls out a key from his pocket. He uncuffs me and slips the cuffs off my wrists but holds my arms above my head, as he leans his face in, closer to mine. "You smell like another man." He snarls into my face, and just like that, he's carrying me out of the room.

I can tell he's livid from his tone and the way he's handling me. His touch before was gentle. This time, he's rough with me. He doesn't give me a chance to allow my arms to get comfortable, just pulled me up and carried me away. As he walks out of the wing, my feet slam against the wall as I let out a cry of pain. But he pays no attention.

"Where are you taking me?" I try to get out of his arms, but I don't have enough energy to struggle. My body still hasn't fully recovered.

He doesn't reply, just gets into the elevator, where he makes me stand. Finally letting go off me as he punches the button for two floors above the one we're on. When the doors open up, he pulls me out harshly via my upper arm. I can barely keep up with his long, fast strides. He doesn't slow down for me, but just keeps pulling me to the end of the hallway, where he pushes open a door and we're facing an outdoor pool. He turns to me, intent clear in his eyes. 'I hate that you smell like that weakling. Like another man. I want that scent of you.'

I take two steps back. I realise what he's going to do, but he just grabs me, pulls me in front of his body and makes me face the pool. Then he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls my body up. "Wait, stop. I don't have the energy to stay afloat. Stop. Alpha. Wait." He turns a deaf ear to my protests and lifts me up and throws me into the pool. Water surrounds me, filing my ears and nose. Though I can swim fairly well, my body's too tired. I can barely keep myself afloat. I see him while bobbing up and down, take off his shirt and his jeans, leaving him in his boxers. By this time, I've swallowed pool water and I'm spluttering and coughing up water, while trying to keep myself afloat, but seeing him descend the steps of the pool in just his boxers, causes a little energy to flow through me.