Brielle
I slowly opened my eyes, blinking away the haze. My head pounded like a drum and my mouth felt dry and bitter. I tried sitting up, my eyes trying to focus as a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me back to the present.
The memories from yesterday came flushing in and my eyes widened and collided with a pair that I was too familiar with.
The instrument of my nightmares.
"Good thing you are awake. We have a lot to discuss." He said cooly, as if he didn't just appear and ruin my life once again.
My fists vibrated with anger.
"How dare you?" I muttered, my chest beating so loudly it hammered in my ears.
Zadyre rose his brow, his body not moving from the part of the desk he perched on. I recognized the room. The room I cried in for nights.
My anger knew no bounds.
"How dare you?" I roared angrily, tears springing into my eyes as I walked up to him, and all on its accord, my hand rose and collided with his cheek, the sound loud and deafening.
Zadyre's head jerked back, his eyes widening in surprise, as the sound of the slap reverberated through the room. For a moment, time froze, and all that existed was the sting of my hand on his cheek.
My chest heaved and I couldn't care about the consequences of hitting the alpha king. He has done too damn much. And this time, he brought my kids into it.
His hand reached up to touch his cheek, and then his eyes met mine, dark with anger.
"I'll allow this one." He calmly said, and adjusted himself of the edge of the desk.
"Unfucking believable." I muttered, giving him a dirty glare. "When I thought you couldn't get any more disgusting."
He rose his eyes to meet mine. "Are you done?"
I gritted my teeth together. "Why am I here? Where are my kids?"
He was silent for a while, his jaw ticking as if he had any right to be angry, before he replied. "They are safe. I wouldn't hurt kids, Gabrielle."
A snort left my lips. "It's too late to play Mr Perfect, your highness." I spat.
"You hurt James in front of them, knocked me out and drove them in a car filled with strangers. That's not hurting them?"
The look in his eyes was guarded and I couldn't read what swam in them. I took a good look at him.
Something about him was… different. He wasn't the Zadyre I knew…
Did he, change? His eyes were dim, his aura more grounded, and he wasn't quick to anger like before.
And his face… he was still as handsome as I remembered.
It just made my anger worsen.
"And so help me if those kids are anywhere near that whore of yours!"
Something flashed in his eyes at the mention of Lydia, and in a moment, his hand was on my wrist, tugging me towards him, a low growl vibrating in his chest.
"Listen up, mummy. I would never hurt children. So shut the hell up, and listen to what I have to say so you can see them faster."
Something about his tone and the anger in the mere suggestion that he would hurt kids made all this believable, but he was going to kill me after I gave birth to them, so not quite.
I forcefully pulled my hand away. "And what in the world makes you think I would just willingly listen to you when you kidnapped me and my kids, and my-"
"Don't worry, Brielle, he's also safe." He muttered. "He's free to go whenever."
I narrowed my eyes at him. Something wasn't right.
I let out a shuddered breath, the fear I fought for the last five years settling in. He found me. He has me and the kids captive.
One dna test, and he would find out those kids are his.
He must never know about them.
"He's not leaving without me and his kids." I declared, looking into his eyes. "And we are leaving as soon as possible."
A chuckle left his lips, and resolve began to crumble.
His lips widened in a smirk, and he rose a brow at me. "That's the thing, Brielle. You are not leaving."
My blood ran cold, and I fisted my palms to stop them from shaking.
"You can't do that. You can't hold me here. You have no right!"
His smirk taunted me as he pushed away from the desk, taking slow strides towards me. "I can, Brielle. I can do what I want. Or have you forgotten?"
His eyes bore into mine, and that taunting sincerity swam in the depths of the grey orbs I saw when Micah looked at me.
The ones I taught myself not to hate in my son.
"No," I shook my head. "No no! You can't keep me here! You can't take those kids from their father!" I lied again, and watched his his jaw tick angrily.
"I don't care if the kids go with their father. But you wouldn't want to leave your kids would you? Wouldn't they think mummy abandoned them?"
Balls of tears rolled down my eyes as I stared at the monster, trying to realize why the moon goddess paired us together.
"You can't keep me here, Zadyre. What do you want from me?"
He smirked, and pulled away, walking towards the door. "I'll let your soulmate go now, and the kids would come and join you."
My vision blurred, tears falling one after the other. "You are sick, sick bastard. I'm not giving you an heir. I would rather die than give you one!" I screamed and he chuckled.
"I don't want you here for that, Brielle. Your kids would be in here soon. Get them acquainted with the pack, this is their new home."
"It's not fair. It's not fair. Rachel couldn't have died for nothing." I sobbed into my hands and he sighed and shrugged.
"But that's on you, isn't it? Should have hidden under a better name, Ella. Dinner by seven. The subjects want to see their queen."
And with that, he slammed the door behind him, and I fell on my knees and sobbed for the life that was stolen from me.
Zadyre would regret doing this. He would regret putting me through all this.