Chapter 2 Kira

"Kira, please have a private chamber prepared for her. And you, " He turned to me, his eyes so intimidating and dominating that I had to shift my gaze from him. "You look at me when I speak to you." Involuntary, my eyes fell on him. His tone, on the other hand, kept getting harsher and deadlier with the passing second. I stared unblinkingly into his amber eyes.

"I will deal with you later," Hadrianus said, in the usual domineering tone I was getting accustomed to. He barely looked my way and started walking off to the entrance door, leaving me with kira. I was left confused. A private chamber for me? Why? But we were mates, shouldn't we be sharing the same chamber?

The woman,kira, walked closer to me, her lips holding a plastered smile.

"Hadrianus." His name left my lips for the first time. It seemed to have gained his attention. He came to a halt and swerved to face me.

"From today onwards, it'll be Alpha to you." He spoke to me like he was addressing a subject. I was his mate, for crying out loud. I was upset, but I played it cool, remaining calm. He was still my mate, after all, and it was just my first day here.

I ignored his words. "Why a private chamber? We are mates, we should share the same chamber."

His amber eyes became stony, and his soft lips, which were the color of cherries, curled up amusingly. Hadrianus moved closer to me, so close that our noses could almost kissed. I felt his hot breath fan my face. My breathing became hitched, and my legs became too weak to stand. The attraction between us was too strong to ignore. Couldn't he feel it too?

My question was soon answered by his stern words. "You mean absolutely nothing to me, lurline Reign." There was a sharp stab in my chest. My eyes were round, full of questions and hurt. If he didn't want me, why was I here?

My lips parted to speak when a voice interrupted us. "Hadrianus," The voice said, jerking my head in the direction of the voice. It came from a woman around my age. She was a stunning beauty with jet-black hair. She moved with a kind of elegance that suited her. Who was she?

She came to us, standing beside Hadrianus. Her eyes were upon me. She looked really calm and gentle, but there was a fire of rage flashing through her eyes, which faded so quickly. Her effortless smile reappeared, moving to Hadrianus.

"Hadrianus." The way she called his name made my stomach churn.

"Who is she? " She asked him.

It made my insides curl up. Hadrianus's eyes trailed from the woman, finding mine.

That's exactly what I should be asking. Hadrianus wrapped his hands around her waist.

"A little problem I encountered at silvertail Pack."

A little problem? Was that what he thought of me? A problem?

"Oh, I see," she said in a condescending tone. I judged her too quickly, she was anything but calm and gentle. There was something about her that was deceptive

"I am Lurline Reign, his mate. And who are you?" I asked, her eyes widened.

"Watch your words in my castle. Ramona is your superior and my chosen mate. She is to be respected. "

His words hurt me. If he had someone else, why did he accept me? His words seem to gladden Ramona. She leaned into his arms, placing a kiss on his lips, right before me, his rightful mate.

I couldn't take this insult. "Basically, you are saying this 'thing' is your slut..?" I said with disgust. My words didn't sit well with Ramona, as she began crying.

Seeing her tears, Hadrianus eyes landed on me. His bright crystall blue eyes became dark with rage and hate. I felt my heart prickle with fear.

"I clearly warned you to watch your words in my castle! Thea is your superior, therefore, she should be respected in my castle. Since you've proven quite stubborn, you'll be punished for your actions! "

I was confused. I had no idea what he was saying.

Before I knew it, I was surrounded by the Pack warriors. "Take her to the dungeon!"

His murderous glare made my heart stop, I had no idea what was going on. I was trembling hard. My fear and confusion were imprinted on my face. I looked around at the warriors that surrounded me, my fearful eyes meeting those of my mate. His stony expression weakens me the more.

I was trembling hard. My fear and confusion were imprinted on my face. I looked around at the warriors that surrounded me, my fearful eyes meeting those of my mate. His stony expression weakens me the more.

I was dragged into the castle, down the corridors, and thrown into a dark dungeon, and the wooden door slammed behind me.

I crashed on the harsh, cold floors with darkness circling around me. Frozen on the spot, I still couldn't move past that moment, the icy stare of my mate. His hatred and anger for me couldn't be hidden. I didn't know when my eyes gathered with tears, and they rolled carelessly from my eyes.

He hated me!

My own mate hated me!

I brought my hands to my face, sobbing profusely. The last time I felt this hurt and broken with tears in my eyes was when I was only twelve and was tortured by my father for speaking to the servants

I was tortured a lot worse than this, but that didn't even hurt this much.

I curled against the cold walls, bawling my eyes out in the darkness.

I had no idea when I fell asleep in the darkness. I woke up to the deafening silence that echoed through the walls. There was no way of knowing how long I'd been down here. It was cold, and whatever I was sitting on was making my body hurt.

The floor was hard and humid. The cold air around me was making me tremble. All I could do was wait in the darkness for a long time.

At that same moment, the big wooden door made a loud squeak, and a very strong gleam illuminated the place. I had to pull my hand up to protect my eyes from the light, and when I had adjusted to the environment, I looked up and saw Hadrianus.

My breath hitched, getting stuck in my throat. His tall and dominating figure moved closer to me as I forced my legs to stand. He had a towering height that I had to force my gaze up to. He bore down on me with flickers of raw emotions that I recognized as hatred and disgust. I clutched the silken fabric of my dress, fighting back the urge to cry.