Snatched By The Tyrant

Calista

Having a father who gambles a lot is messy. Honestly, I will never understand this side of his addiction. Yesterday, he gambled with the wrong man and lost all that he had until the only prize left that he could offer was me. I believe he decorated the offer to the man and said, I have this beautiful daughter that you can win when I lose. It's a guess anyway, the man has a way with words. I am not surprised someone believed him. When the men sent by the man my father gambled me away showed up at our doorstep to pick me up, I didn't even bother to fight with them or argue. I know my father was dying to get rid of me. He knows how dangerous I am, and it terrifies him a lot. One wrong touch from me, and you are dead. He knows I am responsible for the deaths of most alphas in our world, but he wouldn't tell anyone. Besides, no one would believe that a tiny human like me is capable of taking down powerful alphas or that I am the most wanted criminal around. 

Anyone would wonder why I do it, but there is no fun in telling just yet.

“This will be where you sleep; all the maids brought here to sleep on this floor.” The maid who guided me to this floor tells me, and I can only agree. 

“ And before I leave and forget, you will be serving the Alpha, which he specifically requested for you to do.”

Of course, he did, I give her a warm smile and watch her walk out of the door.

I finally focus on the room and realize only a single bed is in this room. I thought the maids shared these rooms. I smile, nothing makes me happier than knowing I have my own space. I drop the small duffle bag on the floor. 

The maid, whose name I am yet to know, peeps at the door before she fully enters. She presents me with some clothing. “This is your uniform; you are to wear it and report in the kitchen early in the morning to serve Alpha his breakfast.” 

Just great, just great. So I will get to see the man who me as his prize. I am looking forward to that encounter, looking forward to seeing the man I am here on a mission for.

“ Thank you,” I stall. 

The maid responds, “ Gwen,” 

“ Thank you, Gwen.” 

I groan as I examine the uniform; it’s the worst shade of beige I have ever seen. For the sake of avoiding trouble tomorrow, I will wear this pathetic uniform and when I meet the alpha, I will ask him how much my father owes and for how long I have to work here before I can win back my freedom.

After cursing the ratchet uniform once more, I get to sleep because I am tired. By the next morning, I am up like the lapdog they expect me to be. 

The tyrant is yet to make his famous debut, and I pretend to clean while I try my best to listen to the surrounding conversations. All my senses are dull. To anyone, I am an ordinary human with white hair, white eyebrows, and everything else, except my skin is overly pale. I look so fragile that everyone thinks I am the weak link. It doesn't help that I don't have any supernatural speed, except for the gifts that I have to hide, like a stolen bag of money.

Sometimes I wonder what would have been better if I were a werewolf like the others or were the way I am. 

You know, on my sixteenth birthday, I was excited and that day I expected to get my wolf. I waited for the shift to happen, and it never happened. It never made any show. I cried that day because I knew my father would hate to have a defective wolf as a daughter, and while I was crying, I grabbed the grass beneath my palms with so much anger that life was sucked out of it. That's when I discovered my first gift: the ability to easily take the life of anything by simply touching it. The shock of what I had done made my tears go away. Crying was replaced with fascination. My cheeks were stained, but I never bothered to wipe my tears away that day. My mood got better, and when I felt excited, the dried black matted grass came back to life and looked more alive than it had been before. That's when I discovered my second gift. You see, these gifts come with a consequence. I am not in the mood to talk about them right now; it will make me very sad. I am very emotional—the type that cries when I am taking away someone's life. After that, I had to question my father, and he explained everything to me. Everything made sense, and I like it if everyone thinks of me as a human and not a mixed breed.

A certain conversation catches my ear; they are not trying to be quiet about it, and I wonder if it's to grab attention from people like me with curious ears. 

“ I don't know but I feel the alpha has a big secret.” 

“ What do you think the secret is?” The nosey one asks, and I smile. 

“ There is just something about him that doesn't sit right with me. I think we should both pay more attention.” The maid who brought up the issue replies. 

I guess I will pay attention too. 

“ Hey, you! Are you not the b***h the alpha bought yesterday?” 

“Technically, I am human, so I think calling me a b***h would be mismatched, don’t you think?” I ask as I curl a loose lock of my white hair on my finger, it so long that it's last my ass. Though I am like 5’4.

At this pack I am the odd one out, anyone can see that I don’t belong here, in fact, I have never belonged anywhere. The extra paleness of my skin always sets me apart from these overly tanned wolves. 

“ I called you a b***h because you are the weakest among us.” She replies with a bright, mismatched smile, like my mismatched eyes. 

I suck it up; the emotional part of me wants to cry, but I hold it in. I can’t let them watch me cry. I fist my palm tightly.  

She walks up to me with some dishes in her hand, “Serve this to the alpha.” It’s an order, and like the weak link they perceive me to be, I grab the plates from her hands and take them to the dining area. 

His back is turned to me, and he is probably typing something on his phone, but heck, I don’t care about that. The only thing I care about is negotiating. I need to know how much time I will have before I can

end him.  

“ I thought I had a lead on the silent reaper. How did that wolf disappear into thin air?” He growls and bangs his hand against the table. 

She is closer to you than you think, and you won’t suspect a thing because I am just a weak human girl with a weird appearance that one wouldn’t look at twice. 

I serve the food in front of him, and he finally gives me his attention. He clears his throat, and I jerk my head to look at him. He is by far the most breathtaking man I have ever seen. My breath hitches, and I gulp some air before I faint like a fool in front of him. I almost cry at how pretty this man is. Being this handsome is a sin—a darker sin than the ones he has already committed. 

“ I am allergic to this,” 

That voice, that almost makes me weak to my knees. 

“ Allergic?” I respond out of shock. 

Why would....? Oh, I am sure she did that on purpose. 

“ I am sorry,” Besides crying, apologizing every time is my other problem. 

His sharp gaze didn’t waver; those golden eyes bore into mine. His face, however, contorts in the worst way possible. He doesn’t need to say anything, his face does all the talking. 

“You know what? I have lost my appetite,” He pushes the plate away. He is as cold as ice, he doesn’t even need to try. 

I assess his body, the muscle under that shirt makes my mouth water. 

“ I would appreciate it if you stopped drooling over me. I understand I have that effect on a lot of people.” He stands up, and I face that small moment of bravery. 

I jump to stand close to him, and that's when his scent hits me. It hits me so hard that I don't need to guess who this man is to me. This will make my purpose here harder, how can I kill my mate? Why would the moon goddess do this? Evil and evil can never mix, because who will change the other? One of us just has to die, and it won't be me.

“ I want us to talk about something, I want to know how much my father owes you?” 

“ I am seriously not in the mood. Maybe a good meal would have put me in one.” He replies with a bored tone. 

Oh! For f**k's sake.

He continues to look at his phone like it’s the most precious thing without paying me any mind. 

Is he pretending not to feel it? He has to know, right? Even a defective mix breed like me knows, and yet he hasn't reacted in any way. Will he snatch me or not?

“ I wasn’t the one who prepared the food.” 

“ It’s not like I give a damn about that.” That cold reply once again. 

He rubs his temples with his long, thick finger, and I have to shake my head before my mind goes into the gutter. He is so graceful in everything that he does. He is a devil in disguise; I guess that makes the two of us.

“ This is my life we are talking about? For how long do  I have to work for you to pay off his debt?” 

“ I don’t know, maybe a lifetime.” The frustration in his deep voice is pissing me the f**k off like I am bothering him by trying to negotiate my way out. 

“ I only work with numbers, figures.” 

“ And I honestly don’t care. If you were clever enough, you would have asked him. Suppose I say he owes me a million, what you will do about it?” 

“ I will ask you how much I am making by working here every hour?” 

“You call this work?” He laughs as he gestures his hands at me. “ Let’s be real, the reason I brought you is that I missed having a slave of my own. Someone I can control, body and mind. Someone I can easily bend to my will, someone I can easily break and patch up. If I can’t be at war like the tyrant I am, then I can be destroying someone’s life in whatever way I feel like. Just don’t die on me. I kind of hoped you were a wolf, but your father is a real crook, isn’t he? So if you are thinking you are getting out of here, think again!” He lashes out and walks off on me. 

By the end of his little speech, I am in tears. It was too much to handle. Yes, I am a f*****g emotional person. So much for being the silent reaper.