Sold To The Untouchable Alpha

[Arissa’'s POV]

I sat alone, looking around the room I was currently trapped in. The place was all too familiar and I had to fight back the memories that wanted to come forward thanks to the reminder.

This was the place where my life ended, and now it was the place I was stuck in again.

Looking down, I took in the cuffs that were clamped tightly around my wrists, so tight they cut into my flesh that was attempting to heal around them. This wasn't good. I needed to figure out who brought me here and why. Once I knew that, I would have figured out a way to escape.

As of now, I needed to bide my time since my energy was still depleted. It seemed that despite my attempts to keep my secret from my enemies, my grandfather had managed to figure it out. Sighing, I relaxed a little and fixed my gaze on the iron door ahead. For right now, the breeding house was empty since there wouldn't be another blood moon for a month. That meant there was no one here to help me. By this point, I could only hope that nothing would happen until I was back to my normal self. However, I had a feeling that I wouldn't be so lucky.

Just as this thought hit me, the lock on my door began to rattle, and then the door itself slowly started to open.

Tensing, I prepared myself for whoever was to walk through it, because I knew that no matter who it was, they were up to no good.

As the door continued to open and the person behind it came into view, I felt my heart plummet. With wide eyes, I took in the last person I expected to ever see again. After all, I had witnessed his death with my own eyes.

"G-Gillian," I gasped, feeling like I was seeing a ghost in the flesh. "How is this possible?"

"Shocked to see me?” Gillian smirked. "Are you disappointed that I'm not dead?"

Was I disappointed? Of course, I was disappointed! This bastard didn’t deserve to continue to walk this earth. Not to mention, because everyone was so convinced that he was dead, I had spent two months in prison waiting for my end.

"How are you here?" I asked slowly, trying to calm my racing heart. "I watched you die."

"I helped him."

Feeling all the warmth seep from within me, I watched Ivan's father stroll forward with a grin of triumph on his face.

"Luckily, I have a deal with the hunters.” He began slowly closing the distance between us. "They brought Gillian to me so that I could treat his wounds.”

It felt like the world around me was slowly beginning to fall apart. How was it possible that I had managed to be drawn and used in this conspiracy? Wasn't it bad enough that I was thrown into a camp to fight and kill to survive and then used as a tool to make an unstoppable heir? It was all too much, and I could feel my sanity beginning to waver.

"Oh, don't look like that.” Gillian purred, kneeling down in front of me. "I promise that once I'm done with you, you will be begging for my attention.”

"In your dreams.” I hissed as he touched my cheek.

Jerking, I snapped at his fingers while he fell backwards from shock. Letting a laugh escape me, I took joy in how he looked sprawled out on the floor.

"You bitch." He growled, getting to his feet and reaching out.

A gasp escaped me as his fingers wrapped around my throat and began to squeeze. He applied just enough pressure to make it difficult to breath, but not impossible.

"The first thing I'm going to do is teach you obedience.” He growled, releasing some of his aura so it pressed uncomfortably against my skin.

Fuck, it seemed that thanks to his father's damn mark, I was suseptible to his commands as well. "You... can... try." I growled through clenched teeth.

There was no way in hell that I was going to obey a bastard like him.

"Just wait." He laughed, releasing me and stepping back.

Coughing, I watched as he moved to stand beside Ivan's father. Both men watched me with faces filled with amusement and hunger. It seemed that the apple didn't fall too far from the tree in this family.

"Is your dad aware that you're alive?" I asked. I knew that it really didn’t concern me, but I couldn't help but ask.

"That bastard doesn't deserve to know." Gillian growled, catching me by surprise.

"Oh ho," I laughed, realizing that I had just discovered something fun. "Did Daddy Dearest abandon you to die?"

Surging forward, Gillian let his fist connect with my cheek, sending me crashing into the headboard of the bed I was sitting in.

Lifting my head, I turned to meet his enraged gaze as a cackle of glee escaped me.

"Hahaha!" This was truly too good. "Despite playing the grieving father, it seems he didn't even attempt to try to salvage your dead carcass. This is truly too good. "

Letting a snarl escape him, Gillian punched me again and again as I continued to laugh. From the strength of his hits, I knew that I had hit the mark. Good, let him suffer and know that even his father didn't give a damn about him! It seemed that both of us were nothing more than tools for him from the start.

"That's enough.” Ivan's father murmured, placing a hand on Gillian’s shoulder. "If you kill her, we won't be able to go forth with our plan."

"Plan?" I coughed, spitting out the blood that had begun to fill my mouth. "What plan is this?" "You'll see soon enough.” Gillian smirked. "For now, why don't you just get comfortable? After all, you're going to be here for a long time. *

Turning, Gillian and Ivan’s father strolled out of the room, leaving me alone and drowning in pain from the beating I had just endured.

Shit, I didn't have a good feeling about what they had planned. It seemed that I needed to figure out how to escape sooner rather than later. But first, I needed to heal. Otherwise, I wouldn't be any good at all.

Closing my eyes, I tried to ignore the agony that was ripping through me.

"Come find me, idiot." I murmured, curling into a ball and letting a single tear slip down my face. "Quickly."