Great. My wolf chooses now- when the entire fight is over to stir. And of course, she chooses to wake up only around Zyon. It's as if my wolf holds no regards for my feelings. All she cares about is Zyon. My wolf just feels like a part of my old self- the self that only ever cared about Zyon. She doesn't stay conscious very long though- probably not strong enough. She goes dormant soon enough.

I try talking to Michael but he doesn't respond. I try wiggling out of the ropes but it's to no avail. So I let my thoughts drift off as I fight to stay awake. There's not really much I can do but think. My thoughts drift off to Zyon, the anger I saw in his eyes before I ran out of the packhouse. I wonder how angry he would be, if he ever found out how long I had known. Oh, he'd probably kill me. I resolved to never tell him how long I knew. But I had to find a way to convince him to take another, so I could return back to Daniel, to my life.

I wondered if my pack members would come for me. Probably not. Mates were sacred, and by hiding from him, I had taken away from this sacred bond. I had tainted it. They probably saw me as wrong. Besides, no one would go up against the Alpha of the North anyways. The Alpha of the North finally knew I was his mate. Finally. After all those years of wanting him to know, he finally knew. But now that he did, I didn't know I felt about it. Thinking about the way he acknowledged me as his mate sent a shiver of thrill up my spine. Thrill? Why was I thrilled? I think it was my body just reacting to the mate bond, or that a part of my self finally got the acknowledgment it was seeking for years.

I couldn't be Luna to the Alpha of the North. I had my own life, and if today, proved anything, Zyon wanted complete ownership of me. He wanted a submissive, passive little, mate and I was anything but that. But the thrill that I felt made me think that perhaps I just wanted a good fuck out of him. Not that I would ever acknowledge how turned on I felt around him. His body was now more toned, defined and tan than when we were sixteen, his four pack had transitioned to a six pack. He was completely irresistible. As turned on as I was at the sight of him, I would never cross boundaries. I had to stay true to Daniel. I needed to convince Zyon to take another, however this could only come after I acknowledged the mate bond directly to Zyon and this was not something I was willing to do just yet. Probably because, deep down I'm scared of how real it becomes when I say it out loud, all those years of yearning for him will become real, especially if I say it directly to him. There had to be a way out of this.

As my thoughts droned on, I fell asleep without realizing it.

When I woke up, I was tied to a chair. I don't know how many hours it had been. My legs were bound, each separately to a leg of the wooden chair. My waist had a rope going round it, to the back of the chair and my arms were behind my back. Goddess, my neck felt stiff. The room was cold. I was barefoot, still in the olive green dress. There was sunlight streaming in through a small window, but other than that the room was empty. It was white, completely white. No furniture. Just me, in the middle of a room on a chair. So I do the only rational thing I can think off, I start yelling and screaming. Not anything in particular, just screaming at the top of my lungs.

The door is pushed open and Zyon strolls in. Clad in black pants, and a black, full sleeved tucked in shirt. His hair slicked back. His hazel eyes on me. The minute I see him: "

He begins to smirk, walks up to me, puts a hand through my hair and pulls back harshly. My mouth instantly opens to scream and he stuffs a piece of cloth into my mouth. He massages my head and lets go. He, then squats down so he's at eye-level with me. "

I try to mumble out something but its to no avail. He places his hands on my knee and slowly begins to move his hands up, higher and higher up my thigh. My breath hitches, I can barely think straight. All I feel is the sparks going up my legs, and how good it feels. My eyes follow his hand. When he starts going higher than my liking, I snap out of the trance I'm in and look right at him. His hazel eyes are already on my face. He's smug, probably enjoying my breath hitch. I instantly begin to struggle in my chair.

He keeps his hands positioned on my inner thigh, dangerously close to my underwear. With that he removes, the gag out of my mouth. My throat is dry. He brings a glass of water up to my lips and I drink it up immediately. I don't say anything. Just stare at him, at his stubble, at his pink lips, his straight nose. Goddess, focus Kat. He has you tied to a chair, he doesn't plan on being all lovey-dovey towards his mate.

Involuntary goosebumps appear all over my arms. He notices.

I stay quiet. " I keep my mouth sealed. He gets up, moves behind me, leans over my shoulder, and places his lips near my ear. When I still don't say anything, he yanks my head back by my hair.

What's the worst he can do? That's all I think to myself. I'm not answering his questions. I don't know what to say. He walks out the door. I think hes gone, finally left me alone. But why on this chair. Suddenly, the door opens back up, and Yasmeen is thrown in. Her hair is disheveled. She's shivering. She seems fine other than that, but she's on the floor.

She's about to reply when Zyon storms in after her, Michael in tow. Zyon resumes his position, behind me. Hands on my shoulder. Michael grabs Yasmeen, wrapping an arm around her waist and positions a silver knife against her throat.

He hisses near my ear, then he snaps his fingers. Michael takes his silver knife and drags it down Yasmeen's arm. She screams out in pain. It's silver, determintal for werewolves. Listening to her scream, forces tears to my eyes. I scream.

He snaps his fingers again. Michael drags down the knife on her arm again, creating a new scar.

At this point, Im begging and I'm screaming. Yasmeen and my screams are practically battling each other, mine are off desperation and hers are in pain. "

He snaps his fingers. Tears are now fully streaming down my face, as Michael brings the knife up a third time and then drags it down. He then drops the knife and drags Yasmeen out of the room.

He walks back around to the front of me,

I look at him, with all the hatred I can muster. He wipes my tears away with his fingers, then drags his finger down to my lips. I turn my head away from him, but that doesn't deter him. He continues tracing my face, down to my neck, my shoulders, the side of my body, my waist, all the way down to my legs. He leaves sparks and goosebumps all across my body and I don't turn my face to him, afraid that he would see my lust-filled eyes. Goddess, I'm disgusted with myself. He tortured my friend, in front of me because I wouldn't answer him and I'm still turned on?

He squeezes my thigh. "

I don't want to answer, but I'm scared he'll drag Yasmeen back in here.

My breath hitches. I can't tell him. He can't know. I don't reply.

I immediately respond.

I lie, all in one go. His mouth tightens, his eyebrow goes up, and the grip on my thighs increases. He moves behind me again. What is with him shifting places?

" I blurt out.

I feel the rope near my waist come undone, then the one tying my hands together comes undone. He moves in front of me, untying my legs. I can't believe he's untied me. I look at him cautiously, and take a few steps away from him, rubbing my wrists, that are now purple.

I look up at him, his hazel eyes connect with mine, that flicker to golden, every now and then.

he pauses, I feel a deep panick flow through my bones, as he take quick strides towards me and slams me into the nearest wall. The pain that bursts through my head is unbearable and I go dizzy for a minute but he holds me up. My hands rest on his chest, trying to push him away but it's too no avail.

He moves my hair behind my shoulders and brings his lips to my ear. He takes my ear lobe in between his teeth, then he says, I don't answer. I'm too afraid to lie to him again, not afraid for myself but afraid for Yasmeen. So I stay quiet, he bites my earlobe and I yelp, trying to move away but he keeps me in place. He draws blood. With each pause, the grip on my waist increases. I feel like I'm going to faint under pressure.

A deep sense of relief flows through me, as I hear a knock on the door.

Zyon takes a step back from me. Probably aware he has to go, my body slumps against the wall from relief. Suddenly he moves back in, looks at me with his hazel-anger filled eyes, and slams his hand next to my head onto the wall. I'm pretty sure I heard the wall crack.

With that, he walks straight out, leaving me to hold onto my ear and revel in the relief flowing through my body.