Chapter 4 DALIA

DALIA

Gathering the dust mixed with the air, I pull them into a ball and throw them towards him. He's escaping them, moving towards me, but I don't stop. Finally, one of the balls caught on him. I drag it to be in the form of a tornado as it sweeps him off his feet, pulling him into the air. He's powerful, I know he will break from it anytime soon. So I swirl him in the tornado and push him crashing into the wall. But the fucker was up in a second. I don't know how he did that but before I can process what is happening he is already in front of me. He grips my throat so tight that I feel all air knock out of me.

He pushes me towards the wall, the grip on my neck tightening. I can't breathe, he is sapping the life out of me. I'm writhing, fighting to loose his grip but he is so fucking strong. He uses his other arms as he extends his claws and cuts through my arm. I wince in pain. I try to focus on my mind to use my power or this big bad Alpha will kill me. But something is strange. I can't use my powers. It looks as if it is blocked.

My eyes widened but not in fear. I won't give the fucker that satisfaction. I try to use my power again, but I still can't. His grip on my neck is so tight. He's definitely trying to squeeze life out of me.

Is he the one that blocked my power? But how did he do it? He held my gaze. I can see the glint in his eyes. He loves how weak I am right now.

“Beg for your life, little monster.” His deep voice cut through the air. I barely heard him. I'm slowly losing my breath. My hearing and vision is in a haze.

Beg him? He must be kidding. I'd rather die than beg him for my life.

“Don't be stubborn and stop struggling. Your powers are blocked. You won't be able to use them in the next one or two hours.”

‘How did you block my powers.’ I want to ask but I can't find my voice.

“Do you think I was joking when I said I will kill you? Maybe you are so stupid to come here or you think that your powers could stop me from killing you.” He says, tightening his grip. I'm choking. He will take the life out of me any second from now. If I'm a normal being, I will be dead by now.

I refuse to let this cunning asshole kill me. I try fighting again but no matter how hard I try, I can't use my powers. It is as if they are never part of me. I wonder how this asshole is able to block them.

I can see his eyes flicking from red to black. He's fighting his lycan. Maybe I will live.

I stare intently at him. He is distracted, his grip on my neck loosening. I use that opportunity to kick him and push him away from me. He might be huge like a rock, but I'm not weak.

I run towards the vast door. I need to get out of here and come back when my powers are back. For me to handle a man like him, I will definitely need my powers. I don't go far when I feel a big calloused hand wrap around my waist. His finger brushes the little skin that escapes through my top. I feel the spark and tingling at his touch. It was there when he gripped my neck but I was too distracted to feel it.

Fuck… I hate the burn from his touch. Why the the fuck did my mother create this fucking thing. I think he feels it too because he quickly moves his fingers and drags my top down to cover the exposed skin.

“Where did you think you were going?” He whispers into my ears. I gulp down as I feel a shiver run down my spine. He is so close that I can smell his mint scent. He smells like cinnamon and something else I can't place my finger on.

Fuck…

Why should he smell so nice? I hate it.

“I'm not done with you yet, little monster. I will make you regret ever coming here. And I will prove to your mother that the fucking bond she created won't be able to stop me from killing you.”

He meant his words. I can feel it. And something tells me that he won't make my death easy.

Suddenly the huge door opens as some guard walks in. I guess he mind-linked them. He roughly pushes me towards the guard.

“Take her to the dungeon and lock her up. Make sure you use the strongest chain to bind her.” He commands. His voice thick like frost. “You won't give her any water or food until I say so.”

He turns towards me with a smirk that looks so blatant. “Little monster, let's see how you will survive.”

I scoff. “I am Dalia, daughter of the moon goddess and no one can break me.’

I glare at him with pure hatred. Why did my mother choose me for this? How did she expect me to tame a man like this? How will I fulfill my destiny and how will this grumpy man help?

The guards drags me away. They drag me to the dungeon. They were manhandling me so badly. They should be lucky that my power was blocked.

The dungeon is so dark and the foul smell coming out from it turns my stomach. I crunch my nose, trying to see past the darkness. Werewolves and lycans possess sharp sight. They can see well through the dark. I can also see through the dark, but my vision is not as heightened as theirs.

We stop in front of an old cell. The pungent smell is faint here. At least I can breathe and not feel like vomiting. The cell gate opened and I was roughly pushed inside. I maintained my balance and didn't fall. Even though the bad smell is faint here, the condition of the place is awful. There's no bed and the floor looks dirty and cold.

The guards walk in with a huge chain and bind me. The chain is so heavy that I barely move with them.

That asshole knows that if my powers are unblocked, he won't be able to keep me here. That's why he bound me with a chain. A very heavy one.

I hate it here…. The faint pungent smell, the dirty cold floor. If I leave here, I will fucking kill that asshole.