Chapter 3 DALIA

DALIA

“I'm sure you know who I am. Why don't you tell your officials who I am,” I say with a taunting smirk. I notice that his eyes have not left me since I appeared in this room. Don't get me wrong, it's not a look of affection but hatred…. Intense hatred to be precise. If looks can murder, I will be dead by now.

“Do you know her?” The older official asks.

His eyes lingers on me for a second before he turns to the officials. “Can you leave us for a moment?”

His voice…. It sounds like a storm, so deep. I nearly shiver at the intensity of his voice. Even though he speaks calmly, it holds a lot of authority.

“Who is she? We need to know.” One of the officials states. They don't make a move to leave.

“She's no one.” He replies as his eyes shift back to me. Glaring. “She's someone that seeks for her own death.”

I roll my eyes. “You don't scare me, big bad Alpha. Like I said, I'm not easy to kill.”.

He stood up walking towards me. Every step he takes feels so heavy. Even without trying, he oozes too much power. How the fuck will I tame someone like this and make him accept the mate bond. My mother sure has so much fucking faith in me.

He stops, standing tall in front of me. Looking so intimidating as fuck. I gulp down, trying not to shiver. I'm not weak, but there's something about this big warlock in front of me.

His dark eyes, straight nose, full lips, high cheekbones, sharp jawline. The strong aura…. Something about him and this proximity is making me weak on my legs.

Damn the mate bond….

I close my eyes, take a deep breath and reopen them. The fuck will I allow that thing control me. I'm not weak. I'm Dalia, daughter of the moon goddess. I'm much more powerful than I can imagine and this big bad Alpha doesn't scare me. Whatever he brings towards me, I'm ready to take it and whip his ass.

He held my gaze, trying so hard to make me cower in fear. I can see the pure rage in his eyes. He's angry that I am not bowing my head or shivering in fear like he wants. I'm taunting his ego. I'm sure that no one has dared to stare him straight in his eyes, holding his gaze with the look of challenge. I chuckle inwardly. I love that he's fucking mad about it.

He finally breaks what I can call a staring competition and looks at his officials. “The meeting is adjourned. Leave. I will answer your questions later.”

The officials look among themselves. They looked hesitant to leave, but in the end they left. Of course, they respect their King even if his words don't sit right with them.

Once they were all gone, Ezekiel turned his attention back to me. “You have the nerves to show your face to me. Didn't your mother tell you what I said? I have been looking for you for years to take your fucking head off your body and here you are presenting yourself to me.”

“Didn't I tell you that I'm not easy to kill, big bad Alpha?” I smirk, tilting my head up in a challenge. I fucking hate how tall and huge he is. I look like he can snap me into two without breaking a sweat.

In a flash, he grabbed my throat and swept me off the floor. I was expecting that so I didn't flinch, instead I held a taunting smirk. The smirk enraged him more as he tightened his grip on my throat.

Fuck…. This bastard really wants me dead.

News flash, I will only die when I say so.

I focus on my power as I gather the air, stretch them into a visible rope as I start wrapping it round his body. I did all these with just my mind, that's one of the incredible powers I possess. I don't need to raise a finger to fight. He notice the rope wrapping around him from his legs. He quickly releases me and I fall with a thud.

I'm still controlling the rope, I want to tie him the fuck up. But he is quick to extend his claws and cut through the ropes. He growls at me. I sprang on my feet, ready to fight him.

Before I know it he is in front of me. He is so fast. Faster than any being I've seen. In a split of a second he raises me up and throws me across the room. I crash into the table as my back hits the edge. I wince as an explicit pain shoots through my body.

“Fuck…” I curse, trying to stand on my feet. But he is in front of me again and sweeps me off my feet. I thought I'm fast but this asshole is faster than I can think. He throws me again and I hit my back on the wall and fall face flat on the floor.

I groan in pain. ‘ Fuck Dalia you are not weak.’ I encourage myself.

Before he can come for me again. I quickly use my power to move all the seats in the room towards him at once. He is half shift as he is breaking the seats that continue to fly towards him. I don't give him space as I also move the huge table and push it towards him. I think he didn't see that coming because it clashes into him, breaking into pieces.

Blood starts dripping from the corner of his head and arms. A piece of the wood is stuck in his arms. I smile, loving that I inflicted the same pain he did on me. His eyes darkened at the sight of blood and he was greatly enraged.

He moves fast but I'm able to escape his grip as I gather the dust from the floor. He moves so fast, it will take me some time to master his movement. I hate the fact that he was able to hurt me even when he has not fully shifted. I'm not weak and he has to get that in his fucking head.