Chapter 15
Gathering up every ounce of strenght I have left, I tried to stand up. My knees were shaky and the pain on my ribs was just excrutiating. Making my way to the door I stumbled on my own feet and dropped hard on the cold floor. Pushing myself up I tried to go where the door was located, but it was like everything around me was starting to move in a rhythm that had my stomach into a tight knot. The moment I reached the door I tried pushing it hard, banging at it as if any minute now it would open up, but my stupid stunt didn't work. How would it? I knew I was trapped here.
Caterina........I hope they found her on time. I could't forgive myself if anything happens to her. I slummped down the floor, my aching body failing me and leaning my head by the door I heard heavy footfalls approaching. I immediately stood up, waiting for the sound of the wooden door opening. The loud banging of it, told me that the person behind it wasn't on his best mood. Being trap here is bad, but having a reunion with my captor is worst.
My eyes slightly adjusted from the light that came from outside of the room. Looking up to the person by the door, I saw a bulky person's silhouette. I couldn't see clearly, but I think I had an idea to who it was. I was startled by the way he settled the plate of edibles in front of me.
"Eat, the Alpha will be here shortly." His voice sounded irritated, it was like he couldn't stay being in the same room with me. Well if that was the case then the feeling is mutual. What sane person would want a possible killer with them, I wouldn't waste a penny for a death wish in the well.
He did not bother closing the door, he knew that any stunt that I would do wouldn't be any problem for him... well just look at him, he's twice larger than me and the veins in his muscles showed how much strenght he had and those large hands could snap my neck and kill me in an instant. It would be a suicide attempt if I dare push my plan. It didn't work earlier and it surely won't work now.
"I'm not hungry." I was frightened that was a fact, but I wouldn't let him order me around like a horrified rat trapped by a wicked cat. Moving away from him, I strolled the remaining vastness of the room. I felt strong hands on my arm pulling me back to face him. His face was in a tight grim, the scars were vivid upfront.
"Don't turn your back on me, I'm not done with you yet." I could have cowered down out of fear and intimidation.... but I forced myself not to. His tight grip loosened, because of an unknown reason, and that same reason I was about to know any minute from now. He turned to look back at the widely opened wooden door as if waiting for someone to appear.
"He's here. The Alpha will be the one to put you in your place if you don't behave yourself." After he said that he moved aside leaving the door open for Viktor. Around a minute or two I could hear sounds of footfalls approaching this room, and there he was, the father of my mate.
"Viktor." I uttered his name unconsciously. The atmosphere in the room grew deadlier, it was like the moment he stepped in here he had the control switch on everything, including every living being that was in here. His presence carry many things with him... and such things that one couldn't put to words. If I was scared of Rook then my fear probably trippled now that Viktor was in front of me. I knew he could sense my fear, and how uneasy I felt.
"I see, my son must have told you about me. I'll have to introduce myself nonetheless. I am Viktor, Alpha of the Dio Dei Lupi. I hope my son didn't create any monstrous image of myself to you.... you see Viggo could over think about a lot of things." His eyes glinted of how proud he is of himself. I trust Viggo's words, the man in front of me is manipulative and deceitful... he's a person not to trust.
"He was right about you. I trust him and no matter what you speak of... I will not believe any of it." The words left my mouth, though I was terrified I held my stance and waited for his response of wrath.
"I see........ my son would be very angry if he knew I'm not feeding you well." His eyed were transfixed to mine and I knew he saw the food that was still untouched on the floor.
"I'm not hungry." I repeated once more. He just stared back at me and I couldn't help but feel the pain that crept into my heart that someone as good as Viggo would have such an evil root. It was heart breaking to know that this person in front of me was the father of the person I love, but he never made him feel the love that he deserves... he never did, it was all for killing, pain, and power.
"Suit yourself." He turned and maneuvered his steps to the wooden door, but stopped mid-track. Without turning around he uttered those words. "My son will be joining us and he's probably bringing some friends on his way here.... let's just hope he brought enough." There wasn't arrogance in his tone... what I heard was assurance... the way he said it, he was sure they'd win and Viggo and the others would lose. I felt my heart ache at the thought. Viggo and the others, covered in blood and all. I couldn't bare that image in my mind.
I abhor the man in front of me, the man who would kill his own flesh and blood, his own son. I couldn't let him have the satisfaction in hurting me this way, so I summoned all the strenght that I have left and tried to lounge at him, but before I could even land a slap on his face, strong arms tightened around my waist... stopping me from my impulsive act.
"Let me go! I said, Let me go!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, trying to break free from his arms. I'm weak and I know that, but I feel weaker now that I'm the one to cause Viggo harm. If I wasn't such a damsel in distress he wouldn't need to rescue me and put his life in danger... if only I was stronger.
"Rook, release the girl and let her have a taste of what she's been dying to do." His words were full of mockery and insult. He knows I couldn't do anything, but be weak and look at the people I care for perish in a blink of an eye and for what cause? Mine?
I must've looked like a fool in front of the strongest creature there is, crying in front of him must have been an entertainment and pleasurable scene to watch. I don't know if I'm still conscious or either this is a fragment of the past. There were people surrounding me, but I couldn't put a face on any of them. They were all in a blurr, but then everything became vivid and it was like I was transported back in the time when I first saw him... during our way to Lake Tahoe, when he got out of his car and when I turned around and was entrapped by his gaze. Those deep set of almond brown eyes that had me feeling like drownning.
"Viggo." I uttered his name and coming back from the state of trance that I was in, I knew everything will be alright, it has to be alright.
"Did you not want to hit me?" His tone was like anticipating what I would respond to his question.
"I did, but I know too well it won't inflict the pain I want you to feel." My voice was still hoarse out of crying, but the conviction in my voice supported my words and at the back of my mind I couldn't help but applaud myself for having such audacity.
"I guess I was wrong. You're smarter than you look." He answered back, ending our conversation he headed back towards the door.
"He's twice the man you will ever be." I uttered before he could even step out of the door. He stopped without turning to look back at me and said the words that gave me chills all over. "---and that's just what I need."
I was left alone in the somberness of the room with the light illuminating from the moon guiding my vision. All I could do was embrace myself and find warmth in the thought that this will all be over soon. A silent prayer crept into my heart, I hope he finds me and when he does I hope he's in one piece.
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WerewolfAt the age of nineteen, Heather Sarafina Mills was sent to live with her aunt Luciana in Lake Tahoe Nevada, with the murder of her mother, her past, and the pain that is slowly killing her. The Santi's rule this land, their home, their turf. How wil...