The Alpha’s Dark Revenge

Liyah’s POV

I moaned as the taste of the cherry dipped in ice-cream hit my taste buds. It was so good that I grabbed up the ice-cream bowl all to myself, dipping the cherries into it and dropping them in my mouth. I pretended not to see Nikolai, staring at me with his ice-cream spoon in his hand. I purposely popped a cherry in and out of my mouth, sucking on it and moaning when I finally bit on it.

“If you don’t stop moaning like that, I’ll make sure you don’t stop moaning for at least an hour,” He finally said, swallowing as his eyes fell on my lips.

I burst into laughter. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I muttered, batting my lashes innocently. “I’m just eating cherries.”

When he slipped a hand underneath my dress, running his hands high up my thigh, I let out a soft moan for real this time, my eyes widening.

“You were saying?” It was his turn to ask innocently.

I laughed, pushing his hand away. “You’re not playing fair,” I huffed.

“I know right?” He shot back earning a laugh from me.

I stood from the sofa. “I’m out of cherries, I need to get more. Do you want some?”

“Hmm…” He murmured, getting up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. His fingers moved feverishly over my butt as he pulled me even closer to him, and I gasped when my butt pushed up against his arousal. “I want to eat something… but it’s definitely not cherries..” He whispered, nibbling on my ear and down my neck.

I was already beginning to weaken from his touch, but I gently pushed him away. “Uh uh. We’ll have actual food for now,” I shook my head, laughing at his sulking face as I left the room.

I quickly picked out enough cherries from the garden, desperate to return to him. I was in need of cuddling today. I grinned foolishly at the thought, laughing as I headed back to the kitchen to wash the fruits.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

A crackling sound from behind the hedges stopped me in my tracks. Cautiously, I looked around. This feeling again. But this time it had sounded so real…

As I turned to head back to the kitchen, I felt strong pairs of arms drag me, putting a cloth tightly over my nose before I could make any sounds. The cherries dropped from my hands as I struggled in their grip, trying desperately to mindlink Nikolai. Anyone… But I was weakening by the second.

The last thing I saw was the black truck I was being bundled into. And then everything went black.

***

The feeling of being strangled woke me up. I clutched my neck coughing uncontrollably as I tried to catch my breath. It felt like there was a lot of dust in my throat, and my bones ached. When the cough eventually subsided, I let my eyes sweep the room I was in.

I let out a horrified scream when I saw I was in a semi-dark dungeon. “No. No, no, no!” My heart pounded in my chest as an overwhelming sense of déjà vu chilled my bones. Being kidnapped… waking up in a dungeon.

Fear clutched on my insides as my hand flew to my stomach. This couldn’t be happening. It’s not possible… And now? Every time I thought things were finally working out for me something always had to ruin it. My hands clenched into fists as I rubbed my stomach.

I needed to relax…

Think.

I couldn’t let any harm come to my baby. I wouldn’t. Although my hands were shaking furiously, I tried to calm myself. I needed to figure out how and why I was here. I needed something. I tried to mindlink Nikolai again the exact way he had taught me, but it wasn’t working. Maybe I wasn’t doing it right. Maybe I was too far.

As I leaned up against the wall, I heard a heavy door swing open, and then footsteps. I stood still, ready to transform. The bulky figure of a man came into view as he stood gazing at me from behind the cell door.

When the light fell on his face, I nearly staggered back in shock. I knew that face. The last time I had seen him was still fresh in my mind; it was the day I had almost been abducted but then saved by Nikolai. I had been so relieved when he didn’t recognize me. Because I was scared he would bring me back to Father… bring me back here.

I was home. The very place I never wanted to step foot in ever again. The place I wanted to forget.

But why? Why was I here? Did Father give the order, but he hated me so much so why would he want me back here?

I looked at the man again to make sure it was him. And it was, I could remember that face anywhere. And from his scent, I could tell he was also one of the men who had kidnapped me.

“Welcome back, princess,” He grinned at me, laughing when he saw the expression on my face. “Ah, don’t look so horrified. You should be happy, you’re home again. We sure missed you, our very own merewoman. By the way, no one else makes samosas as good as you. Did you miss us? ”

When I didn’t reply, he roared with laughter. I stared bitterly at him. I had never felt the urge to harm anyone, but in that moment I wanted nothing more than to rip his heart out.

But I turned away until he left, still laughing. As I lowered myself to the floor, my mind racing, my eyes flew to the bars of the cell door. They weren’t too strong and would be easy to break. But I knew I wouldn’t get too far. I was outnumbered, they would rip me into pieces in seconds.

So I placed my hands over my chest, rocking back and forth and trying not to break down in tears.