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Chapter Three: New Reality

The X Project?

That’s what Lucius and his father were planning, but what does that mean? A project for what? And they need the future Alphas for this? Does that mean Jason is in trouble? What about the other future Alphas? Are they all in trouble?

Questions were swirling in my head as I tried to understand what was going on. Everything was escalating too fast, and I felt dizzy with how much things changed so quickly. Only yesterday was my tenth-birthday and my family threw a huge party for my brothers and I. I would’ve never thought a day later, I would be stuck here, tied like a rag doll and kneeling in front of a creature that I never even knew existed.

The ropes around me tightened every time I tried to move in a direction. It was so hard to ignore the pain and sadly, I felt tears rolling down my cheek. I couldn’t even wipe it away.

I heard a laugh and my fists automatically clenched tighter. I felt sick to my stomach when I realized that he has been watching my emotional break down the entire time.

“Why’re you crying?” Lucius asked still laughing hard. “I never even touched you yet.” With that comment, I sobered up. I haven’t even looked at him yet, but already, I hated him. He doesn’t deserve my tears. None of them did.

“I asked you a question. Why’re you crying?” he asked again, his mouth inches from my face.

Oh Goddess, get him away from me!

Again I was hit with his strong sweet scent that smelt like honey. How could someone who has a scent that sweet, be so evil?

“Ignoring me again, I see. I hate it when people don’t listen to me,” he said and just like his father, he wrapped a strand of my hair in his finger. Twirling it around, he took a deep breath and drank in my scent.

“You smell so delicious. I don’t know if it’s the wolf or if it’s you, but your scent is divine,” he commented, while stroking my hair. I cringed in disgust, trying to get away from him.

“What do you want from me?” I whispered softly mustering as much courage as I can. He stopped twirling my hair and let out a snicker.

“And she talks,” he announced and dropped my hair. He moved his face under mine, and tried to get a good look at my face. When I ignored him and continued to stare down on the ground, he let out an irritable noise.

“Let me see your face,” he demanded, anger clearly exerting from his voice. I ignored him again and shook my head quickly. I will not listen to this jerk, let alone be treated like a dog.

“Get away from me,” I said to him, this time putting much more strength in my voice. He let out a frustrated breath and stood up abruptly, making me recoil back.

“I told you to show me your face, Barbie Doll!” he shouted out in anger. I felt anger rise in me, and I couldn’t stop the words from rolling out of my tongue.

“And I told you to leave me alone,” I shouted back at him, using the same level of loudness that he did.

I was met with an unbearable silence again until I heard laughter. That jerk was laughing at me and that made my anger double. I wanted him to fear me; not the other way around.

“You’re one feisty little girl,” he drawled out and I felt my teeth clench in anger. “But then again, you’re afraid to even look up at me. Although I must say, I actually like how you’re bowing down to me. Almost like a pet bowing down to their master.”

I snapped my head up to him in fury, to prove to him that I was not his pet. You monster! I wanted to scream out but when I looked at him, all words died from my mouth.

He looked like he was around the age of fourteen or fifteen, a little bit older than me. But that wasn’t what shocked me. He was impossibly beautiful. With cobalt sparkling eyes and light auburn hair, he looked like an angel. Is this really Lucius?

But then I got the answer when he started staring at me with open shock on his face, as his eyes started examining every feature on my face. From my blonde hair to my mismatched eyes, I had no idea what was going through his mind as he slowly took everything in. A slow smirk appeared on his face and I felt my fingers tremble, seeing the approval on his face.

“Beautiful,” he whispered and I held my breath in shock. He softly caressed my cheek with his hand. “And all mine.” My mouth trembled in fear, and I felt disgusted with the way he was claiming me.

“N-No. I-I’m n-not yours,” I whispered to him quietly in fear as I was trying to stop his hand from touching me.

With those words, I saw anger build up in his sparkling eyes as he sneered at me. He stopped caressing my cheek and instead leaned down to whisper in my ear.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion, did I?” he whispered softly, while his breaths tingled my earlobe. When I gave him no reply, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and started yanking hard on it.

“Well did I?” he shouted suddenly in my ear, and immediately, I started bawling my eyes out.

I couldn’t do this anymore. His words scared me too much and without my wolf, I was so horrified of everything right now. I broke down all over again, realizing I couldn’t keep up a brave act anymore. I wanted my mommy and daddy and my brothers and Jason!

“Please I want to go home! I don’t want to be here! I never done anything to you!” I cried as tears started falling down quickly like a waterfall. My tears blurred my vision and I was rocking back and forth in tremor.

I was in his strong arms before I even had a chance to say anything more. He was rubbing circles on my back as I continued to cry in fear. I couldn’t even push him away properly because of the ropes, and when I tried, Lucius just tightened his grip on me and continued petting my hair.

“Shush, don’t cry Ariel,” he whispered in my ear, saying my name softly for the first time. His voice was smooth and gentle but I knew what he was really capable of.

“P-please get away from me,” I whimpered, afraid he’ll hurt me like his father. My face still stung sharply from his slap.

“I won’t hurt you, Ariel. You belong to me, understand?” he asked, while rocking me slowly back and forth. I was too afraid to answer and after a while, his grip on me tightened so much that I found it hard to breathe. I was choking from the lack of air.

“Answer me!” he demanded, all softness disappearing from his voice. His mood swings were unpredictable and terrifying, and I found myself trembling from head to toe.

“I-I want to go home. I don’t know what you want from me, but I don’t belong here. I have a family out there waiting for me. Let me go-please. I swear I w-won’t tell anyone,” I begged, hoping that I haven’t crossed the line. I tried to break away again from his hold and I was surprised to see that this time, he allowed me.

I looked up at his face and inhaled sharply when his eyes started to blacken, no doubt telling me his wolf was taking control of him. Right now, I wished my wolf was here to back me up too.

“Wrong answer,” he hissed, as his canines started peeking out. I groaned, knowing that something bad was going to happen to me. I was proved right, when he started ripping away the ropes that were wrapped around me. He started slashing away the ropes on my hands with his claws first, before he started working on my feet.

I wanted to use my hands to hurt him, but I knew that wasn’t going to get me anywhere. I might hurt him, but then he’ll get only ten times angrier. I still didn’t know his true strength and I was too scared to find out.

We were both silent when the ropes finally were all off. The only sound being heard was the harsh breaths he was releasing, showing me how angry he was. I could feel bruises on my hands and feet but I didn’t dare move from my position.

Swiftly before I could understand what was happening he stood up, grabbing my hand in the process. He was speed walking out of the basement, with me dragged behind him.

What have I done?

Lucius was grabbing me tightly and I could feel the welts he was making on my hand. I wanted to scream and shout in frustration and pain, but I didn’t have the guts.

When he reached the top of the staircase, there was a locked door that led to the outside of the basement. Lucius opened the door with the key in his pocket before roughly pushing me through it. My body felt weak and groggy and I didn’t have the energy to get back up. I was truly being treated like a dog.

I carefully examined the place I was in and realized I was in a large living room. Seeing the size of the living room and the rest of the place made me realize that I was in a mansion. A place even bigger than the one my family owns.

I wanted to go home.

“Stand up,” Lucius ordered from behind me. I gulped, knowing something awful was going to happen if I didn’t obey him. I stood up and slowly turned around to face him. Sweat again started forming on my forehead, as I saw that his eyes were still dark and his jaw was clenched tight.

“I want to go home. Please let me free,” I was begging again. It seemed like that was the only thing I can do. Beg for my life.

He took a step forward toward me, and I made a split decision right there and then.

I ran.

I was slower, because of the needle that scar-man used on me, but I still ran with all my might. I was surprised that I didn’t hear any footsteps behind me.

I didn’t know where I was going, but at that point, I did not care. I sprinted through the living room, the kitchen, the dining room, and finally found a door that lead outside. I can do it. I can do it.

I was repeating those words over and over again, and when I finally reached the door, I thought I was free.

Oh how wrong I was.

When I tried to open the door, it was locked from the inside.

“No!” I screamed in terror, as I started pounding the door with my little fists. I kicked it and even starting banging my head on it, but the door didn’t budge.

I fell to the floor in defeat and exhaustion as I felt truly helpless.

I heard laughter behind me and I didn’t have it in me to turn around and face him. That was why he never chased me. He knew that I wouldn’t be able to escape.

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