Nyx's Pov
The guard stood still after Caspian dismissed him, his expression was numb.
Caspian turned his head slightly, "What are you still waiting for? Can't you see I'm busy?" His expression was strong on irritation.
"I just thought…giving them the last two would not favor you and it's my job to look after you."
"I didn't ask that from you. Just do what I asked you and stop poking." His voice was calm and quiet, like he was holding back the urge to kill.
The man moved closer to Caspian, he didn't look at me but I saw the amusement in his eyes and he approached Caspian.
I sat quietly, managing my attention drifted away from them, with my ears strained. He leaned in, "I assume if we give out the rest of your mistresses, there'll be no one left to ease your pain." He said in a hushed voice, but loud enough for me to hear.
Caspian didn't respond immediately, I caught the tension in his jaw. Whatever pain they were talking about wasn't something he'd like to hear.
"And I said, you should take care of it." He finally said, "Handle it as you've always done. And nothing must go wrong or your life goes with it."
The man nodded and headed towards the door, slipping out silently. Caspian and I were alone again. I stayed in place, frozen and still sitting on the edge of the bed they had thrown me into.
Then Caspian turned to me, his gaze was eerily uncomfortable. "Get up," he said.
I couldn't move at first. I heard everything and pretended not to, did he catch on? What was he going to do, molest me?
He stepped closer, and lifted my chin, "Didn't you hear me? I said get up."
I stood slowly and gently, unsure of what would come next. My demeanor depreciates to curiosity rather than the hurt I had felt in the past days.
"Take off your dress." He said sharply,
My breath caught in my throat, "What?" I yelled loudly. "This jerk." I thought to myself.
"What? You heard me. Take off your dress, you don't understand my language?"
"Don't you think it's wrong for you to tell me to take off my dress? That's totally inappropriate." I protested.
He chuckled and my whole body hitched. Rage and humiliation flushed through me. They were all the same, of course. "If you want to kill me or torture me, do it. You want to make me your slave like Draven asked…."
"Draven?" He muttered.
"Yes, Draven! Why? You brought me from his pack. So, kill me if you want to. That's better than living my life as a mistress for someone who trades people like possessions."
He scoffed, "But you are my possession." and pressed my lips together till thin. "So, take off your clothes as I asked or I'll stop being nice."
"Never!"
Caspian sighed and looked me in the eyes. For a second I forgot how those silver colors of his eyes scared me, but after he talked casually? They looked pretty and fierce.
He chuckled, "What kind of man would you strip for, then? The man who deceived you or the one that sold you off?"
I stayed silent, completely out of words. He won. My mind drifted to Liam for a minute, "My son." I muttered and an excessive drop of tears filled the holes in my eyes.
Caspian rolled his eyes and tossed something at me, a folded black dress. "Change your dress." He ordered, "Unless you'd rather walk through this pack looking like a stray."
I hesitated, then turned my back and changed quickly. The fabric was soft and warm, expensive….I was sure. But it still felt like wearing someone else's skin..
When I turned around, he was already pulling a chair forward. He motioned to the one opposite him. "Sir."
I obeyed, cautiously. He studied me for a moment before speaking. "Where were you born?"
I blinked. The question caught me off guard. "Why does it matter?"
"I told you. I own you now and you listen to me. So, I'm asking questions, and you're still alive which means you have to answer them!"
I swallowed. Why was he all grumpy now? And what was that about his possession? I was definitely his slave.
"Aren't you going to answer?"
"You don't even know where your bought slave was born? Do you just buy things without checking?"
"So you agree now you're my possession."
"No! I agree I'm your slave."
"Seriously? With that dress on you?"
"What does it matter? Why won't you just kill me?" I yelled.
He frowned, raised my chin, "And let everything I've been planning go to waste because of your ignorance?"
I frowned. "What are you planning? What do you want to do with me!?"
"That's not your business. Just keep in mind you're alive because of me and I'll do anything to keep it that way."
I narrowed my eyes, "So, you're not going to kill me?"
"No," he said simply. "I took you from Draven. That means you owe me. And you'll pay me back."
"I don't have anything to pay back. You should just kill me now or send me back to my son."
He scoffed, "What makes you think you have a say in this?"
"What could I possibly have to give you?" I hissed, "I'm a ripped Luna, and broken. You already have everything, except maybe self respect—just like the other Alphas."
A dangerous smile spread on his lips. "If only you were that sharp when you were with Zade," he said mockingly. "Maybe then you'd have understood what love is."
I snapped, " I won't sit here and let you laugh at me. Put me out of your twisted game."
"What about your son? You don't want to see him again?"
I froze, his voice dipped even lower. "You'd really let your sister win? And let Zade leave you like that? You are easier than I thought."
I shook my head slowly. "It's pointless. No one would believe me. They never have."
Caspian leaned closer. "What if we signed a deal?"