Prophecies and Lies

chapter 30

Ariana's pov

I turn on the bed so that I am on my stomach instead of my side. I grimace as the wooden bed bites into the flesh of my stomach. I take a slow, shallow breath in and exhale slowly, getting used to the uncomfortable position on the bed. At least it was better than having to lie on my back.

I try to sleep, soI can heal faster, but I can't, not when the strange words that I had found echo through my mind, 'come find me'. I can only think of one person who would send me that message. Nate.

He's probably already found out they've locked me up in this place, but why would he ask me to find him? When he knows that there is no way for me to go to him when I'm in prison. It doesn't make sense unless someone else sent the message. But then...

My thoughts come to a swift halt as I hear the door to the prison unlock, forcing me to sit up so that I can see it. I hear two clicks and the heavy metal as the door is pushed open. I expect to see the guards, but I don't. It's the King. It's Will.

Ever since, the fight between Andria and I, I have made sure I don't pay a single thought to him. I can't. Not when I mean nothing to him. If I meant nothing to him, he means nothing to me. I repeat that to myself even when his icy blue gaze sweeps over my figure. I almost feel like crawling within myself when I feel the poignant energy he emits, trying to force me to submit to his will. But I don't. I sit there with my head tall as I meet his gaze.

I see his eyes flash to his wolf as he makes his anger known at my lack of response to the power he emits. He may be King and a powerful wolf, but I won't submit to a liar. A man who is not deserving of his position in the world.

I hold his gaze as he studies me and I do the same with him. His stare is intense to the point where I almost want to submit to him and show him my neck, but I don't. Not for the little pride that I have left.

The prison feels small with him here, his broad shoulders taking up almost every inch of the place. I should feel intimidated, especially knowing that this man in front of me could snap me in half if he so damn well pleased. But I don't. All I feel is hatred, hatred for him, hatred for my sister and myself for ever being born. What's the worst he can do in this moment, kill me?

Death would probably be his gift to me rather than his punishment, as it will free me from this world where there is no one to love me.

My insides turn as he takes a step closer to me, and I can't help but hate myself for noticing the dark circles around his eyes.

"Red suits you well," he says, his voice dark and mocking, making me shudder as he refers to the blood that paints my clothes and skin.

I look down and snap my eyes at him. I won't let him see I'm hurting.

" yes, it does, it's just a shame that it's mine and not yours," I say with a coy smile that almost hurts my cheeks.

Only when I hear a low growl emit from him am I satisfied. My satisfaction, however, only lasts a few short seconds when I am forced against the wall, and a hand engulfs my throat. I try arching my back to make sure my wounds don't scrape against the brick wall, but I can't move as the King's hold tightens around my neck.

"I dare you to repeat what you just said," the look in his eyes almost reminds me of a feral wolf as he whispers against my lips and harshly tilts my head back so it smacks against the back wall before letting go of me. Something in his eyes has me trembling as I get up on shaky legs to give him a piece of my mind.

I should probably keep my mouth shut, any sane wolf would be able see tthat this powerful wolf is angery, but I'm not sane. Any ways I bet they're going to kill me soon. I might as well make the last few days count.

"Ohh, is the big bad Alpha King angry?" I say, my voice almost sounding sweet as he gives me a look that promises murder and has me shutting up.

There's a flicker in his eyes, the tension in the room increasing. I almost feel suffocated as he begins to exude more power, I open my mouth to say something, but I close it, when he starts to circle me like I'm his prey. I feel my skin line with goosebumps and my thunder against my rib cage.

"You truly do have a dark heart because your sister has asked for you to be freed from this prison even though you deserve nothing but death." He says, his voice cold, "Isn't it funny how faith works, one sister is worthy of being queen while the other isn't even worthy of being her sister's shadow. Not even worthy of family."

I narrow my eyes at him, holding back my words as he steps forward, my heart continuing its loud rhythm, " one chance. I'm giving you one chance to prove that you are worthy of living."

"What?" I ask, baffled at what he is saying.

"You are stripped of your position, and you will be announced as an omega. All your belongings and assets will be taken and will now belong to the crown. You will live the rest of your days as an omega serving in the palace. If you dare to ever commit treason against my mate or me, you will be killed!" His words have my eyes widening and my heart squeezing. He wanted me to leave everything I ever had to work in the palace, to leave Nate and Mama. I would never see them again, papa would probably make sure of it. He would make sure that people thought that I was dead.

I know I wasn't nearly loved as much as Nate and Andria were by our parents, but they still gave me something. They still gave me enough hope to believe that maybe one day they would love me the same, but now who would love me? Who loves a girl that no one else loves? Who loves a girl who hurt the only family she had?

I'm about to speak, when he abruptly turns and leaves, leaving me in the silence of the haunting cell as a lump builds up in my throat, and I crumble to the floor. My vision blurs as everything around me spins. What have I gotten myself into...

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