The Alpha’s Dark Revenge

Liyah’s POV

I breathed out in relief when he assented to the dance with his friend. Being around him was a combination of suffocation, fear, and unwarranted attraction. I blamed it on the kiss from the other time. If only he had kept his hands to himself I would still be thinking straight. To some extent I was quite disgusted with myself. Why would anyone feel this way about someone who had been treating them like shit?

But I also couldn’t help but notice the little things that had been happening before now. My work at the mansion had been cut down dramatically. All I had to do now was clean a few rooms occasionally and take care of Eve. It was sudden and surprising but I had no one to ask about. I was grateful for the development of course, but I couldn’t help but be suspicious about the whole thing.

But the most surprising thing of all was when I had been let out of a dungeon and into a small, shabby but comfortable room. At first I had assumed I was brought to clean it up. But a few minutes later, a few necessities and clothes had been brought in for me. According to them, I would be staying there from now on. I had been shocked, confused. Why would he do such a thing for me? It was obvious that he still hated me so why? When he had ordered me to get ready for another party that I would be accompanying him to, it all started to make sense. If he continued to starve and torture me, it would be obvious. He needed me to keep up appearances. He had to be the most selfish person I had ever crossed paths with. The most annoying thing about all of this was the fact that I still had no idea why I was here in the first place. I hated being in the dark and being used as a pawn. Maybe I should have been used to it by now but it still hurt. Every single time.

Trying to wave off the bad thoughts, I faced the man I was waltzing with. He had introduced himself as Antonio and I was eternally grateful to him for taking me away from the tense atmosphere. Also he actually attempted to make conversation with me, like I was a human and not just some puppet. It felt different, but nice. Nice enough that we decided to stay for a second dance. After all, the alpha was still busy with his other friend, and he probably wouldn’t notice nor care if I was gone for longer.

As the song was about to end, I felt a strong arm drag me backwards and pull me away from Antonio. I looked up to see the alpha looming above me and seething. My heart leaped. I should have asked him before staying away longer. My hands shook as I tried to explain, clutching the material of my dress. But as I looked at him once more, I saw that his death stare was directed not towards me, but to Antonio.

My brows furrowed in confusion. What the hell was happening?

He protectively pulled me to his side. “We have to go now, it’s getting late,” He informed his friend, and without waiting for a response, he stalked off, pulling me behind him.

When we got to the car, he faced me. “Why would you let him touch you like that?!” He growled, rage still thick in his voice.

I looked back at him, confused. “What do you m-mean,” I stammered. “We were just danci-”

“Dancing?! With his hands all over you like that?!” He breathed heavily. “No one is allowed to touch you like that. No one!”

In fear, I nodded. “It won’t happen again…” I didn’t understand what he was so angry about. Antonio hadn’t touched me in appropriately.

He drove in silence for a while and then he cleared his throat. “It’s not like I give a fuck, but we can’t have people thinking we aren’t in a serious relationship.”

I said nothing, but kept wondering why he felt the need to explain. Shrugging it off, I relaxed into the car seat and stayed silent the entire trip to the hotel. This event has taken place in an entirely different state and so we had to board a flight instead. We would leave the next morning and so I had brought a change of clothes along. I couldn’t wait to get out of this dress, I needed to sleep. It was tiring walking around and faking a smile for hours on end.

As we got out of the car and into the reception, he shoved my small travel bag hard to my chest. “You were going to forget that in there? Fucking klutz,” He muttered under his breath. My face heated in anger but I said nothing.

“Reservation for Slade Corporation?” He said to the receptionist. I saw her do a double take as she stared at his form in shock. I had seen women practically drool at his feet in the times I had gone out with him. He usually had that effect on people.

The receptionist managed to spare a few seconds of gaping at his face to look at the computer in front of her.

“Yes,” She announced, stretching out and handing him a key card.

He stared at it and then back to her. “I made a reservation for two rooms,” He said, annoyance beginning to creep into his voice.

The receptionist stared at him in confusion and then scrolled through something on her computer. Finally she looked up. “Yes you did, I can see it here. But unfortunately, the reservation was made a little later and we could only secure one room due to the number of guests we have in this period.”

The glare he gave her would have sliced anyone into two clean halves. I saw her begin to shake and falter under his stare.

“I apologize for the convenience, sir. The mistake is from the booking section. I’m terribly sorr-”

“Is this how poor the service here is?!” He barked, and although it wasn’t directed to me, I couldn’t help but shiver.

“We apologize for the inconvenience.” Her voice had come down to a whisper now.

“Are there any other hotels around?” He asked, raking a finger through his thick hair.

She shuddered visibly. “Y-yes, but they’re all fully booked as well.”

I held back a gasp as the reality of possibly sharing a room with him hit me.

No, no, no.

I can’t. He would surely kill me in the middle of the night. I couldn’t even be around him in the daytime, what would happen at night. The anger on his face made me hope he would leave to try at another hotel.

But to my utmost dismay, he cast one last glare to the receptionist and grabbed the key card off the counter.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Let’s go.”

Of course, when had my wishes ever come true?