Sold To The Billionaire Alpha
Chapter 10

Orion set me down in the bathroom from this morning. He did not look pleased but he was not openly angry. I tried to look at him with what I hoped looked like love or l**t or some combination.

I shut the door. I surprisingly did use the bathroom although there was no urgency. I washed my hands and gazed at my reflection. The bruised cheek was little less swollen than yesterday. The scrape had a scab. I found a sad-looking Orion sitting on the bed.

“I told you Perseus was busy. I told you I spoke to him. You would’ve seen Rose eventually,” he said, his anger growing.

I wondered if my charade was salvageable or if I should give up the pretence. My emotions got the better of me. I foolishly argued with my purchaser.

“Why is he rushing her? You didn’t rush me!” I yelled.

“My brother’s affairs are his business,” said Orion simply. “Rose seemed willing.”

“Rose is obviously faking to survive,” I spat.

Orion paused.

“Is that what you think?” He said.

I took a step back from him.

“Are you faking as you say to…survive?” He said, raising his eyebrows.

I was such a fool. Why did I not contain myself? Things had been going well and I knew a simple k**s or cuddle could potentially relax Orion. The floodgates opened.

“You’re a kidnapper and a killer!” I screamed at him. Tears streamed down my face.

“You say you’re sorry I was handled this way,” I shrieked pointing at my bruised face, “but it is YOUR fault! You ordered me from those people. And Rose. You ordered her for your sick brother! You’re both sick and you’re both monsters! I saw him leap at me. He turned into a beast. But you’re both still beasts even when you masquerade as humans. How could you expect me to love you under these conditions? You stole me from my life! I HATE you!”

I was out of breath and immediately regretting my outburst. I gulped. Orion was livid. There would be no “Babying” my way out of this one.

He held my hand and led me down the hallway. I was still furious and crying quietly. We descended a staircase and then another. This floor was dark and cold with stone walls and stone floors. He nodded to a guard at a desk. The guard followed us. He led me past several empty cells. This was a dungeon.

“No!” I screamed, as what was happening dawned on me. “No, no!”

He looked pained at my screams.

I threw myself at him, clutching his waist. I got down on my knees. The guard stood back, feeling uncomfortable with the unfolding scene. Orion averted his eyes, refusing to look at me, but his features were contorted. He was upset.

“Please, please,” I begged him, sobbing openly. I wrapped my arms around his leg.

He sighed. I felt a hand caressing my head. I looked up at him. He gently touched my tear-streaked cheeks. He bent down trying to regard me at eye-level. He was so large that he still towered over me with him stooping while I was kneeling.

“I can’t make you love me, little Luna,” he said, his expression pained, “but you will respect me, and my brother.”

His expression became stern. His features hardened. He did not deserve my respect. He had stolen my freedom. The mansion was just a large, gilded cage. He stood and led me by my hand down to the end of the hall. There was a door there. He opened it to reveal a room with a small cot, a toilet and a sink. This room was simply a more private version of the other cells. He put me in it and shut the door. There was a tiny window in the door with a covering that could be slid off so someone could look in at the prisoner. I ran to the door, trying to listen.

“This is my mate, Orchid,” he said to the guard.

“If any harm comes to her, the punishment is death. Be sure all the other guards and anyone else down here knows that,” said Orion.

The guard nodded solemnly.

I crawled over to the cot. I felt drained. I climbed into it and broke down. I sobbed. I missed my parents and the little dog and three kittens I had left in their care. I missed the small house I grew up in, simple but much preferable to this grand place. I missed my crumby apartment near the hospital. I even missed that job that did not want me. I cried myself to sleep.