Chapter 5 Chapter 5

ANELISA'S POV

I gritted my teeth, as determination fueled me to keep moving forward.

As I descended, the rope began to slip through my hands and panic flushed me.

I tried to grip tighter, but it was too late as my hands lost their hold and my body sliced through the air and my stomach twitched with fear.

Time stopped for me as I screamed and used my elbows to cover my face. For a moment, I could see my mother's pale face.

Her last wish rings in my head;

"Promise me Anelisa, you'll stay alive, fight through and become the queen you were born to be"

Unfortunately, I'm dying. But instead of hitting the hard ground, I felt myself being caught in the midair and strong arms enveloped me, halting my fall.

My heart rate increased as the blood in me dried up. Looking up, I saw a pair of piercing eyes staring back at me, a chiseled jawline and a mop of perfectly messy hair.

This stranger's face was inches from me and his breath warm against my skin. He had a mask and so his face wasn't visible.

For a moment, we stared at each other, the world around us faded away. I realized my heartbeat had changed, and I was staring at the darkest brown eyes ever.

My breath caught in my throat and all I can say is I was trapped in them.

My hands were on his shoulders and those eyes seemed as though they'd burn me.

His body was so hot and sizzling that I felt my skin would fall off. Goosebumps held me as I couldn't think straight.

A rush of embarrassment pumped inside as I realized I had just fallen into the arms of a stranger...a dragon soldier precisely expecting the fact that his appearance spoke of wealth.

His eyes sparked with amusement, as I intended to jump out of his grip. However, he wasn't letting go.

Those eyes studied me and I could hear a scoff escape his lips.

Rather, he yanked me closer to his body, his tall facade seemed to envelop me as his scales glittered like polished gemstones.

His body was a majestic blend of power and elegance. I should look away. He is a soldier who the maid must have assigned to capture me.

I'm doomed.

"Let me go!" I ordered, trying to push him with my hands, but it seemed his body was made of rock and my efforts were in vain.

Silence.

"I'd pay you, just let me go, I don't have anything to offer, please just let me go!" I protested, but he kept walking with me, ignoring my screams.

Maybe I should beg harder. No! I have my pride and these men were ruthless, had no heart, and he wouldn't listen.

There was just something about him that drew me in, his aura, his eyes that pierced my very soul.

As he moved, his scales rustled softly, a gentle whisper of sound.

My lips just spewed out words that made no sense. His hot breath fanned the crown of my hair.

Was he mute? He should say something. Tears suddenly began to stream down my eyes.

What should I do? I wish I could control these tears because it makes me appear weak.

If I didn't die by falling, I'd certainly die at the hands of this masked soldier.

It seems I had multiple options to die, just today.

I suddenly saw the maid. She seemed terrified at this man who carried me in his arms and quickly gave me a bow. No, not me, him.

However, he walked past her and tension hit me. My eyes were just on his mask and my skin tingled at his touch.

I didn't know where he was taking me either because my eyes were fixed on him.

Not until I heard a door open and my body slammed on a bed did reality dawn on me that I was in a room with this soldier!

I covered my mouth, trying not to imagine what it was and breathing in and out.

Never.

Suddenly, I felt thirsty, as though paralyzed where I lay. His eyes were heavy on me as I scrolled around this room only to find the heads of wolves decorated on the wall like trophies.

I was petrified as I returned those eyes back at him only to find him taking off his shirt.

I gasped, unable to breathe or scream and quickly crawled down the bed while trying to grab something, anything for protection.

My feet were just scurrying to and fro, helplessly as I dared not stare at him.

However, just a step closer, he had me pinned on the bed, his hand grasping my throat and I could hear his heavy breath.

I felt his weight settled on me, his body pressing me down and my heart raced.

I was lying frozen, uncertain of how to react as his warmth seeped through me, causing my skin to tingle.

Mixed emotions flushed inside me as I felt his heartbeat pounding against me, my mind whirled with thoughts.

I didn't even try to push him away, but my body squirmed under him as I let out a slow breath, my hands were clenched into fists.

I gurgled as he was too close, searching for my eyes and then a thought popped up in my mind.

I won't let him have his way on me.

All these years of acting to survive finally flooded my head. I rolled my eyes, certain only my white balls were out to make him freak out.

I stiffened my body, my breath was slow and deliberate. My voice is slow and menacing.

"I am possessed, you'd end up dying if you touched me!"

He was suddenly quiet, and I think it's working. I lowered my eyes at him and realized he was lurching at my body.

"That would make it more fun, little wolf"