Enslaved To The Alphas-Chapter 239: Come With Me

Emira snorted at the question. She was not just angry. She was furious and heart broken. All she wanted to do was go to Lance, Kael and Zen and let them hold her. But instead, she had been hypnotised to come all the way here. She’d only ’woken’ up when she had spotted this man, dressed in white.

Just from his ehtreal beauty and visage, she knew that he was the dark master. Anyone who heard of the dark master and his ruthlesness would think he would have a look that matched his deeds. But here he was, looking like a kind and benevolent master when he was just a ruthless ba*tard.

When she first spotted him, she was not happy that her Voidstone had worked in crafting his body for him. Instead, she had been angry at what he had done to her. She wanted to march to him and claw his eyes out...

But she knew, that the only way to protect her love was to keep it hidden. At the crucial juncture, she could not show her shattered heart. Instead, she needed to keep it even more protected. So, hiding her worry for Zen and the others, she walked to the man, letting him experience her anger. Dark master or not. She would not bow for anyone.

So, she clenched her teeth and bit out," Angry! Really? Of course I’m angry. You had no right to harm Zen. You had no right to interfere in my bond with him and the others!"

The Dark master didn’t flinch. If anything, his smile grew until a low chuckle slipped from him, as he shrugged. "Your freedom was a gift from me to you. Or rather, a bride price. How could I, as your rightful groom, let you stay as a slave? But now, here you are, showing me anger for freeing you. My dear bride-to-be, I am quite looking forward to being your husband.

Emira’s eyes flashed. "I am not your bride. And I don’t plan to be. I was sure I made that clear when I offered to be your disciple.

"The prophecy said you were my bride," the Dark Master said slowly. But he didn’t even sound bothered. It was as if he thought the prophecy alone was enough to end the argument.

Emira huffed at that. "You do know that prophecy was foretold by a white witch, don’t you? And I hope you realise that by following it so blindly, you’re basically proving them right. And here I thought white witches and dark witches were supposed to be mortal enemies."

For a heartbeat, he was silent. Then he laughed—a deep, rich sound that echoed across the border. He lifted a hand and beckoned her closer. The gesture was casual, almost lazy, but his eyes were locked on her with unsettling focus.

Emira hesitated. She could see exactly what he wanted. She understood the trick. If she stepped even a little too far, she would cross into the Redwood territory, and once she did, she wasn’t sure she would be able to return. He would trap her.

But she also knew that refusing to move would only give him more reason to mock her. And she refused to show fear or her uncertainty.

So she stepped forward, but only until her toes touched the invisible line between the two packs. Her eyes narrowed. "If you think bringing me here means I’ll walk into your land willingly," she said, "you’re gravely mistaken."

He tilted his head, watching her every move. The faint glow around him pulsed, like a slow heartbeat. "If I wanted to take you," he murmured, "I would simply take you. I don’t need tricks."

"But you didn’t," she said. "Which tells me you can’t."

His smile faded just a little. "You think too highly of those wolves," he said. "Do you really believe they can protect you from me? Do you think your bond with them is strong enough to stand against mine?"

Emira held his gaze. "My bond with them is none of your business."

"Everything about you is my business," he answered. "You were born for one purpose. To be my bride. To restore my clan."

Her lips tightened. "Restore? You really think I would be willing to be your brood mare?"

He didn’t deny it. Instead he raised his hand, as if to caress her face but Emira hurriedly stepped back. She didn’t need him touching her unnecessarily.

He lowered his hand slowly, the movement smooth and unhurried, as if her pulling away had not bothered him at all. Then he gave her a small smile, soft at the edges but full of meaning.

"You are still the same, my dear bride..."

Emira frowned. What did he mean ’still’? "What do you mean I am still the same?"

His smile deepened, and something old flickered in his eyes. A memory. A longing. "You were always my destined bride," he said. "Hundreds of years ago, before the Great War happened, we were meant to be together. It was our wedding night when chaos broke out. That night... that was when everything was taken from me. My family, my friends... my lover.

"What are you talking about?" she asked. "I wasn’t even born then."

"You weren’t," he agreed. "Not in this lifetime." He looked at her with unnerving calm. "But your soul was. And it belonged to me long before you took the name Emira."

Emira shook her head. Was this dark master crazy or something?

But, as if sensing her disbelief, he extended his hand and said," Emira... haven’t you been researching the past, trying to find ways to avenge yourself? All these years, I too have burnt in the fire of revenge. You may not remember the past, but why not take a walk with me and look into it? You will find all the answers there..."

Emira frowned. There was something about him that made her want to extend her hand and place it in his. Was it some kind of hypnotic magic that he held over her. But as she moved to step back, she realized that she could. So, it was not something forcing her... She placed her hand slowly in his...