The Alphas Prize

Chapter 16: Vampires - Part 2/3

I heard footsteps and voices outside the door. I quickly put my hands behind my back, making it appear as if I was still bound.

The door opened with a bang, and in walked Demetrius, with a sly grin plastered on his stupid face.

He cocked a brow. "Oh, your finally awake, Mrs. Sleepy head."

"Where the fuck am I?" I spat.

Demetrius tsked at me and waved his index finger. "Temper, temper. I suggest you cool that temper before he comes to greet you; he won't be as kind towards you as I am." He said in a severe tone.

I raised a brow. "Before who comes?" I asked hesitantly.

"Our coven leader, Lazarus." He clasped his hands together. "He is absolutely dying to meet you." Demetrius grinned.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Well, I'm not so eager to meet him, and he will just have to wait."

He tilted his head to the side. "Oh, and why is that?" He said with curiosity.

I leapt from my chair and darted towards Demetrius, but he quickly caught on and slammed me to the ground, knocking the wind from me. Demetrius then kicked me in the face and again in the stomach.

He laughed. "Nice try, sweetheart, but that lovely collar around your neck, makes you weak, vulnerable and renders your werewolf useless."

He yanked me off the ground, causing me to let out a whimper of pain.

"Now, let's go. Lazarus does not like to be kept waiting."

We left the room, and Demetrius practically dragged me down a dark hallway. I glanced around as we walked, trying to look for anything that could be a way out or something I could use as a weapon, but Demetrius was moving too fast. We finally arrived at a metal door, and Demetrius knocked.

A low, deep voice came from the other side. "Enter."

We walked into the dimly lit room, where two chairs and a desk were the only pieces of furniture. One of the chairs was occupied by a man; he appeared to be relatively older, his hair was a dirty grey, he had rugged facial features, bright red eyes and a large scar that trailed down the left side of his face. But, of course, my big mouth just couldn't stay quiet.

I wrinkled my nose at his appearance. "Goddamn! Who fucked your ugly ass up?" I chuckled.

The man, who I presumed was Lazarus, rose from his chair and rounded the desk, coming face to face with me. He narrowed his eyes at me as his upper lip twitched and then slapped me across the face with so much force, I hit the floor like a sack of potatoes.

He glared down at me, snarling, "Get up! Sit down and shut the fuck up."

I spit out a mouthful of blood. "You hit like a girl," I said, laughing.

Lazarus grabbed my hair, almost pulling it out and brought my face to his. "One more remark like that, and you won't live long enough to find out who gave me this scar." He sneered at me.

I snorted. "You're telling me I'll miss the most boring story in history?"

He gripped my throat tightly and lifted me off the ground. My breathing was now restricted as my lungs began to burn, and everything around me became blurry.

"Not so cocky now, are we?" He smirked.

Just when I thought death was coming for me, he released me, and I collapsed to the floor, gasping for air.

I coughed and cleared my throat. "Fuck man, you need to get laid," I said, emphasizing the laid part.

"You just aren't going to give up, are you?" He glared at me.

"No, not really," I smirked. Lazarus could torture me all he wanted, but I wouldn't go down without a fight!

Lazarus shrugged. "Well, no matter, once your mate comes for you, I'm going to make him watch while I drain every ounce of blood from that pathetic body of yours and then I'm going to kill him slowly." He grinned.

I broke out in a fit of laughter; tears welled up in my eyes as I continued to laugh like a hyena.

"You're an idiot! Do you actually think he will come for me?" I asked him.

"He may call me his "Mate." I said, making quotations with my fingers, "But I assure you, he fucking hates me and will probably thank you for getting rid of me for him. Cain doesn't want me; he wants some other bitch." I said the last part through gritted teeth.

I put my finger to my chin, tapped it and cocked my head to the side a bit. "You know I'm curious, does being a vampire suck all of the intelligence out of your brain? Or were you always this stupid?" I smiled, like the cocky little bitch that I am.

He scowled at me. "What are you talking about?"

I clicked my tongue and cupped my cheek with my hand. "Oh, so sorry, let me put this in dumb, dumb terms. I am not his mate, and he doesn't want me. Cain will not come for me because he doesn't care about me. I was only a prize to him, nothing more."

Lazarus snarled, "You're lying."

I shook my head. "Nope, sorry. He made it very clear to me tonight what I mean to him when I caught him making out with his bitch of an ex."

He sighed and returned to his chair, casually sitting down.

"Nonetheless, I still have other plans for you. You said you wanted to know who gave me this scar?"

I shrugged. "Yes and no. To be honest, I don't really care." I pursed my lips.

Lazarus leaned forward and clasped his hands together. "Well, I'll tell you anyway. It was your father," He smirked.

My brows scrunched together in confusion. "What? My father?" I snorted, not believing him.

"Yes, long ago, we were allies, and then he betrayed me, causing a war to break out between our species. Then, your father attempted to kill me, a man I trusted. I was going to get revenge on your mate first, but if what you say is true, then dear old daddy will have to go first, I guess." His tone was ominous and severe.

I inhaled heavily. "Well, it's too bad my father didn't succeed, and how did he betray you?" I asked curiously.