CHAPTER 2
Imprisoned
Sheila's POV
My eyes were playing tricks, thinking maybe my imaginations were all over the place and somehow it imagined him in here.
"Are you real?" The words fell out of my lips before I could push them in.
He was real.
His scent.
His nicely shaved stubbles.
His fire electric blue eyes.
Tagon.
He looked more handsome than ever. Words lack the true essence of his manly beauty. His jet black curly long hair shone under the poor lit torches. He screamed of power, wealth and affluence.
A tear slipped from my eye unconsciously. He looked well, and his apparel was that of the Pack leader. He is the Alpha and that made my heart flutter. He did prove himself worthy of leading as he should.
I didn't know if I should run into his arms and hug him for being away from him all these years or I should terribly keep my distance and see what fate has in store.
But his eyes were extremely hard, filled with so much hate and pent up rage. The way his teeth gritted against the other. I could smell the hatred from a mile.
"Long time Shiela, is this how you greet your Alpha?" His voice was soft but cold as ice.
His eerie voice sent goosebumps across my skin and I kept my gaze focused on him not even to blink for fear of him. I swallowed hard to mask my surprise even though the words were hard to roll out of my tongue.
"How does it feel running from Pack to Pack and still caught under my nest? You must have had fun thinking you escaped didn't you my little minx?"
"Stay.. st.. away from me." My voice was shaky.
"Not so fast Sheila." He taunted marching towards where I stood.
"Let me go. I have done nothing to warrant this cruelty." I lashed out with gritted teeth stepping backwards as he approached till my back hit a wall.
Dead End.
He was my predator and I his prey.
He cornered me with his huge hands placed at the sides. "Self delusion is a terrible sickness worse than madness, cause you are insane without you realising it. Do you believe yourself to be innocent?"
"I owe you no explanation and nothing at all. Free me and never try to cross paths with me in future. I do not fear you Tagon. If you desire to kill me, do so quickly. Get this over with." I barked.
At this point he should just kill me than keep playing with me.
"Dying won't save you and definitely not from me. Escaping the hell I created is an impossible dream, Sheila. This is the beginning of your woes and the better you realise you are never escaping the better for you and every one of us."
"I deserve to know my offence. You can't imprison an innocent woman and leave me almost half dead for something I know nothing about. Judge me by my crime and let me go for my innocence."
"Do you want to know what your crime is?"
I nodded in affirmation.
"Breathing… your crime is breathing."
"Breathing?" I asked with a trembling voice. Why does my life have to be his problem? Does he want me dead? Tagon was different in mannerisms, the movement of his lips and the way he lacked soul. No emotions left in them.
His eyes which I had loved to look at in the past were pleasurable and easy to read now looked very dead and empty.
"Do you enjoy hiding from the world, barely living and hiding in some trash pack? See how pitiable you look. I could have given you my heart if you demanded it, the world would have been at your beck and call but what did you do? You threw my love to the mud and look at you hiding like a mouse. Sheila, you lost the chance to be my Luna. The Luna of White Peak Mountain Pack!"
I didn't respond. His words weren't getting to me. I don't want to be Luna, never wanted to be one or jump into the arms of any royal to improve my status.
What hurt me with this confrontation was my friend. He changed detoriately from a perfect soul into this angry and broken man. His present status didn't change a thing. But I can never hold his angry words or whatever punishment he decides to mete against me at him. I contributed to hurting him, breaking him and letting his demons consume every one of his being.
He was my sunlight, moon, rain, my fountain of joy and safe haven but soon that ray turned into my darkness, pain and heartbreak. He has an aim to shatter me till I have no pieces left. He joined them like the others to destroy me.
When he was good, he made me believe we could weather the storm. When he turned bad he made me believe he was the storm.
"Good luck to your present Luna and if you haven't good luck when you find her. I never loved you more than a friend and today I'll repeat I don't love you, never did and never will not in a million years. What happened between us was in the past which was never meant to blossom. Let me go, I don't belong here, not in this pack and never will…." Before the words could successfully leave my lips a deafening sound rocked the cell and a large open dent came on the wall.
Tagon.
He took long hoarse breaths, his tight fist stuck in the wall. His eyes darkened with angry growls. What kind of a man has he turned to? It felt so hard not to think of the past. It was so hard not to think about how things were. The good days. He was the sweetest man I've ever met. I was foolish back then to think those affections were real. I was stupid to think my tainted blood could be made pure by garnering his favor and his affections.
There were only two events he ever got mad: the first time we met where he met me crying and the second was when I told him… nevermind.
He clicked his tongue sharply, "As long as you live you would forever be under my dominance. I own you. Your life, your blood and even your soul to do whatsoever my soul pleases. You are my slave and that's your lot."
"I'm no longer a slave, yes for your father but not for you and as your father is no more, it relinquishes the slave title. I'm free, please let me go. It's growing dark and… my husband will be home awaiting my return." Making his eyes widen in shock and angry veins pop.