Fuck You.. Fate

Chapter 16.. Blueberry Cupcakes..

A golden robe had been wrapped snugly around him after he had been ordered to shower and clean up..his hands trembling as his wrists were tightly bound behind his back. When he revolted, he was told to not behave like a rabid dog.

His frantic eyes felt like watering, heart beating harshly as he recalled of his boyfriend, who seemed to have disappered from his life in seconds, his lost phone a proof to his misery. Through the small window in the bathroom, he saw the familiar vision he had seen weeks before, the haunting sight of Meourné, but now mist was starting to cover his line of sight, and the outline of any of the trees. What he did realize soon enough, though, was that none of this was going to be good news for him.

The old omega remained silent and distant all the time as she dressed him up, but when buff men came to take him down somewhere, she was quick to withdraw herself behind the curtains..and Syren noted with a terrified huff that their body language towards her wasn't a tad bit respectful..instead they seemed hostile in her presence, which came as a huge shock to him.

He was grabbed, no..groped by his neck by one of the men, a tall brunette with brown eyes, an A-B alpha, though he wasn't of royal blood..his body flexing with every movement. And yet his eyes weren't strict for Syren..it was almost like he was being carried as a little pup. His hands remained tied behind his back, and yet their stature to him was submitting..

Syren peeked through his peripheral vision at the hallway to his right, stretching until it reached pitch black, but quickly averted his gaze as he was lead out of the room and towards the middle hallway instead, this one a lot more nicely lit up and spacious, every black large enough to fit a master bedroom.

The carpet beneath him was soft on his bare feet, almost like the material was velvet, it's deep red colour a stark contast to the gold glittering luxuriously everywhere around. Chandeliers twinked bright above them, and there were huge, full wall length windows covering the walls.

He was taken round and round through corridors and staircases, making him feel dizzy by the complex location of his room. Jusr then, wider, even more elegantly designed hallways started to appear. The chandeliers became larger, and the lights above his head seemed to multiply. His steps faltered at the sight of a huge oak door, engraved with texture and guarded by bulky men. It seemed to him the pathway to something very awful.

The bare realization of the king awaiting him on the side scared him shitless,and all of a sudden..He was forcibly halted. Syren stared at the scary brunette with a fear twitching deep in his guts, his hands turning clammy..However, the Alpha never met his gaze, and instead focused on staring at the dark-skinned Alpha behind him.

Breath fanned over his head, and his hands clenched in defense. His shoulders were suddenly grabbed, by hands that came out of nowhere..and yet everywhere. When he breathed in a stuttred gasp of realization and panic, a black blindfold was suddenly being forced on his eyes.

"W..wa-wait..!"

They didn't listen to him, and refused to speak to him. His vision flushed to an eerie blackness, his senses on alert..every thump and breathe a trigger to his hyper-alert mind. The same breathe then fanned barely over his neck, however there was no scent of whoever it was.

"Keep calm..The King wants you blindfolded, and you're gonna be that way until stated otherwise."

It was as if the question of if wasn't even an option for him, so he remained silently obeying to them..unknown and afraid of punishments that might come to him. Through the darkness in front of his eyes, he heard his own heart..pumping and thumping rapidly, adrenaline was starting to course through his body. In that blackness that clouded his body, he mourned for his boyfriend..his David that seemed lost to him.