Zyon: The Alpha Of The North

Chapter Twenty-Eight

I don't get up from off the floor. I'm trying to process what just happened. How did I let this happen?

If anything, I've only proved how much my body craves him or perhaps how much I crave him. What he did felt so good. Just by fingering me, he gave me pleasure that I have never ever experienced with Daniel. With the thought of Daniel in my head, I feel guilt and then I, all at once, feel violated.

I find my way back into the wing, take a boiling hot shower to scrub myself clean, until my skin turns red. I spend the rest of the evening obsessing over what had happened, unable to process how good it felt. I'm somewhat ashamed to admit that I wanted him to do it again. I wanted him to do much more. It made me feel like an imposter. I wanted the things he made me feel yet kept trying to get away from him. Was I denying to myself that I wanted him?

But I brush those thoughts away, when I begin to think about the isolation days, the way he killed the rogue in the cells, the way he mercilessly spanked me until I submitted to him. I had to remind myself these are the things about Zyon, I had seen after only spending a week with him. And I was horrified with these things within a week. What about the things I uncovered when I spent two weeks, a month, a year with him? Would those be things I'd be able to accept?

With these thoughts in mind, I made my way out of the room, wandering around different parts of the building. I decided to revisit the places where my memories of Zyon weren't good, places that would strengthen my resolve. I found myself standing on the floor where Harvey was tortured. It's currently unguarded. Probably because there weren't any current prisoners being kept in the packhouse. I find my way inside into the room, they dragged Harvey into and am completely shocked and flabbergasted by what I see.

It's a nightmare of a room. Torture devices, whips, chains, knives, and a single chair that could bound you to it with leather straps. I'm horrified to think about what they could have done to Harvey in here. My hands brush upon the chains, until they find a pair of handcuffs. My hands burn when I touch it, and I recoil my fingers from the pain.

The room does serve its purpose. Strengthens my resolve. I'm more determined than ever to broach the subject with Zyon again, but I need to maintain distance from him this time. The room gives me an idea, albeit a little evil, but my defense I would just see it as revenge for when he spanked me and threw me in isolation. So, I take off my jacket and pick up the silver handcuffs with it. Wrapping it up, I briskly walk back to Zyon's room, and hide it behind my pillows.

My routine towards the end of the days is starting to become monotonous. Lita and Rita help dress me for dinner and then I walk down to the dining room to join the pack. The pack is already seated as I take my place next to Zyon, though unable to maintain eye-contact with him as thoughts of what happened today begin to invade my mind.

Almost as if he knows what I'm thinking, he plants his hand firmly on my thigh and moves it upwards, higher than necessary. I don't move pretending that his hand doesn't bother me, doesn't impact me, doesn't make me feel anything.

I take in my surroundings to see that we still only dine with the pack's top warriors, the beta, the Gamma and everyone's respected mates. I reckon that's because Zyon does not want me causing any havoc in his pack before he's made me completely submissive to him. I wonder if my causing any sort of disturbance will drive him away from me, but I push those thoughts away shuddering at the thought of another two-day isolation period. My defiance will, if anything, strengthen his resolve to break me.

My thoughts are interrupted by one of the warrior's, Ash, who says, "Luna, we have made preparations for tomorrow's mating ceremony. Hopefully everything will be according to your satisfaction."