A strangled gasp leaves my lips as I shoot up into a sitting position. Alex's hand is still around my waist and he wears a disturbed expression on his face.
"What the hell just happened?" he demands, grasping my chin in his hands.
Looking around the room, I notice the broken bulbs and fallen books. I had used my powers. Gulping, I try to pull my chin from his grasp, but he is stubborn. His hold tightens and a whine leaves my lips. Looking back over at him, I see that his eyes are dark. His eyebrows are furrowed, but it doesn't take long for a look of realization to cross his face.
"You're one of them." he growls, getting up from the bed.
"What are you talking about?" I ask him, rising up to my knees.
"You're disgusting." he spits.
'He knows...' my wolf whispers.
My lips part and I swallow deeply, my eyes filling with tears. The bedroom door is thrown open and Simon comes running through.
"What is it, my king?" Simon blurts, stealing a glance in my direction.
"Take her to the cellars." he barks.
My mouth drops open and my eyes widen. I had thought that the worse he would do to me was send me to the prison. I would have rather had that be the case. Westwood tortured their wolves in the cellars. They are notorious for it. I would get nothing, but a silver bath.
My breathing quickens and my heart pounds in my chest.
"But sir!" Simon exclaims.
"Do not disobey me." Alex growls, "I have no problem sending you down there too."
Simon bows his head, with a quick nod, "Yes, my king. Please forgive my disobedience."
My stomach drops and all the air in my lungs vanishes. He was really going to do this. Simon keeps his head down and walks over to me. It wasn't until then that I noticed he was wearing gloves. Reaching into his back pocket, he takes out a pair of handcuffs. He leans forward slightly and grabs my wrist. As soon as the metal touches my wrist a shrill scream leaves my lips. The tiny sparks of pain ricocheting throughout my body, immediately make me realize the metal is silver. My skin is sizzling and by the end of the night, it feels like I may not have any more skin to burn. Maybe if it all burns off now, I can avoid the silver bath.
Simon fully locks the handcuffs around my wrists and pulls me to my feet. It was so sudden and quick that I almost missed the giant smirk Simon held on his face. My eyebrows furrow in disbelief. He was enjoying my pain!
"Come on, miss." Simon whispers, placing a hand on my back.
"Alex, please." I plead, "I can explain everything."
"Shut your mouth, Omega." Alex snaps, never looking at me, "You don't speak, unless you're spoken to. You should know that by now."
Another batch of tears well in my eyes, but this time I let them flow. The tears slide down my cheeks and I bite my lip in an effort to hold in my sobs. Last night, when he invited me into his bed, hope had swarmed in my chest. Now that is all gone. For the second time, I had lost all hope in him. Simon leads me out the door and I keep my eyes locked on the floor, even after I felt the familiar burning sensation of his gaze on the side of my face. We make it out into the hallway, before my gaze turns to the side of Simon's head. He refuses to look in my direction, but I continue to stare.
"You're seriously going to do this?" I spit, my gaze shifting to a glare.
He says nothing just lengthens his strides and pulls me down the steps.
"I command you to let me go." I say, trying to make my uneven voice sound threatening.
Once again, he quickens his pace, keeping his mouth clamped shut.
"As your Luna, I command you to let me go." I demand, digging my heels into the carpet.
Abruptly, Simon spins around with blazing eyes.
"You are not my Luna." he barks, "You are nothing but an Omega."
My mouth drops open and pain in my chest nearly suffocates me.
"What...." I trail off.
"Alpha declared you an Omega. You are no longer my Luna. I have more power than you. Now move." he snaps.
Sighing, I follow along behind him accepting my fate. He leads me down an unfamiliar hallway. We walk a little ways down the hallway before stopping in front of a huge steel door. Pushing it open with a grunt, Simon grabs me by my bicep and pulls me down a long stone staircase. The sounds of screams fill my ears and worry grows in my chest. I was dead. I had been close to death before, except this time, I didn't want to die. I wanted to live and have a mate. In a few hours, all of that could be over.
The lighting is dark, but Simon doesn't use any light. He glides down the stairs like he knows exactly where he is going. He probably does. It wouldn't surprise me if he has been down here thousands of times. It was, after all, tradition to torture in Westwood pack.
Simon tightens his hold on my arm as he turns a corner. I wince slightly as his claws accidentally puncture my skin. The screams have only gotten worse and they are now paired with hopeless begging and the sizzling of flesh. The clanging of metal allows me to focus on something other than the desperate screams. Simon's hand leaves my bicep for a moment, but not even a second later his hand latches onto my wrist. He drags my body into a small cell. I struggle against him, but I am too weak and Simon easily throws me into the cell and locks it behind me.
Spinning around, I slam my hand into the wall beside me and let out a scream.
"You can't do this!" I screech, kicking at the solid metal bars.
"Under Alpha's orders, I can do anything." Simon says, turning and walking back down the hallway.
"SIMON!! YOU ASSHOLE!" I scream, latching my hand onto the bars and hissing when the contact sends a spark of pain through my body.
In less than a second, Simon is back in front of me, his hands reaching through the bars. He wraps them around my neck and harshly squeezes.
"You do not disrespect me, Omega." Simon spits, "I am the Beta of this pack and by disrespecting me you disrespect the Alpha."
My eyes narrow and I gasp for breath, a tinge of sulfur hitting my nostrils. Realization dawns on me.
"Who are you?" I croak, my eyes stinging slightly.
"You know now don't you?" he chuckles, tightening his grip.
A smirk comes onto his face, before he lets out a hysterical laugh.
"What gave me away?" he winks, his eyes flashing black.
"You smell like sulfur." I spit, darkness closing in on my vision.
"I always smell like sulfur, darling." he grins, letting go of my neck.
I gasp for air as I stumble back against the wall.
"Christo." I mumble faintly.
This only causes another laugh to slip past his lips.
"I'm a demon, sweetheart. Not a demonic presence in a crappy horror movie. It's gonna take a lot more than that to banish me back to hell." he smirks.
I bring a hand back to my throat, still trying, and failing, to fully catch my breath.
"What happened to Simon?" I whisper, shrinking back against the wall.
"Hmmm," he hums, "He never existed. Just somebody I made up. What was this guy's name...Hmm...Let me think for a second.....Timmy?...No...Tim?..No...Tom?...Thomas! That's right this hopeless piece of trash was named Thomas."
"You made it all up?"
"Of course I did." he smirks, "I had to get close to the Alpha somehow."
"So you made up a person's identity and possessed someone else?!" I nearly screech.
"No. I originally possessed Simon, but that bastard was way too annoying, so I killed him." he shrugs nonchalantly.
My mouth drops open and my heart quickens slightly.
This guy is a psychopath.
"Yes, actually. I am. I'm a demon, sweetheart. We're naturally psychopaths." he grins.
My eyes widen, "You heard that?"
"Of course I did. Remember, demon. It comes with the title, mind control, telekinesis, mind reading, the whole lot." he shrugs again.
Taking another step back, my mind begins to swim with sickening thoughts.
Why don't I have those? I thought I was supposed to be a demon....
"Silly, silly, Claire. You aren't a demon. Nor do you have demon powers. That stupid witch you hired was wrong. If you even want to call her that."
"Katherine?" I gasp, "You killed her! Didn't you?"
"Oh," he whines, "You're smarter than you look. I was looking forward to telling you the news."
"You bastard!" I exclaim, jumping back from the bars.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh. I would be careful what you say around a demon sweetheart." he reprimands.
I let out a frustrated sigh and allow the pain to hit me straight in the heart.
"Anyway, back to your ridiculous comment. You aren't a demon. You have siphoned powers my love." he grins.
"What does that mean?" I demand.
"The king is giving you the powers. I'm sure he'll tell you all about it very soon." he snickers, turning around again.
"Alex?" I ask.
"No, Claire. Not Alex. The real king. Of hell." he rolls his eyes.
A gasp leaves my lips at his words. The demon turns and steps towards the giant marble steps.
"You can't just leave me here!" I call, panic setting in.
"Alpha's orders." the demon winks.
"Please." I beg.
"I'll tell you what make a deal with me and I'll get you out of this mess. That includes the cage." he smiles, turning back in my direction.
"Never." I spit.
His face falls back to a glare and he leans in towards the bars.
"Fine then," he sickeningly grins, "I'll change the terms. Make a deal with me or I'll kill your beloved mate. All it takes is one snap of the fingers. What'll it be?"
I gulp, as my chest begins to throb painfully at the near thought of Alex's death. My wolf was howling inside of me, begging me to take the deal. No matter what I felt about the man, I couldn't help but face the facts. I couldn't let Alex die, it would kill me too much.
"Fine." I spat, narrowing my eyes at him.
"Atta girl." the demon grins, "Now how about I let you out and you kill Stephanie? We both want her gone, two birds with one stone. Deal?"
"If I don't agree, you kill Alex?" I hesitate.
"Of course. And I'll love every second of it." he smirks, raising an eyebrow.
"Is this one those deals where you take my soul in exchange for the duty?" I question, crossing my arms over my chest.
"This is one of those deals where you do as I say or your mate dies." he grits his teeth, his annoyance growing, "Do we have a deal?"
"You won't kill Alex if I say yes?" I ask once more, yearning for the confirmation.
"No. I won't kill Alex." he spits, his eyes flashing black for a split second.
"Then....we have a deal." I sigh, looking over at the demon.
The demon slides open the giant cell door.
"Wonderful." he says and snaps his fingers, "The contract is final. You do what I say and I don't kill your pup. Happy?"
I step out of the cell, wringing my hands in front of me. I award him a slight nod and he turns to leave.
"Then everything is taken care of. You're mate has forgotten everything that happened this morning and it will stay that way unless you disobey me, so be careful." he threatens, before turning and starting up the steps.
He barely makes it two steps, before spinning around again.
"Oh, and Claire? Just a word of advise..Never trust a demon. You might want to keep an eye on that precious mate of yours in the coming weeks." he smirks, before disappearing into thin air.